"Since we want to increase our strength, we should turn as many of our existing men as possible into elite troops, and secretly recruit more people to serve us," Jiang Cheng said calmly.
It was as if they were talking about something that didn't concern them.
But his plan was so crazy it was outrageous.
"Fighting in the open field is like a meat grinder. This is your chance. Seize it and weaken your opponents while preserving your strength."
After he finished speaking, he paused slightly, giving Demu Jiaxian a chance to ask a question.
The dishes on the table were beautifully presented, appealing to the eye and mouth, but De Mu Jiaxian had no appetite at all; her mind was entirely focused on Jiang Cheng's plans.
"Well, even with these people, I'm still not qualified to compete for the position of monarch. Both Jingchuan and Quanshi have deep foundations and have been developing for many years."
"No, don't worry about that now. Let's take it one step at a time. You just need to follow their path again, isn't that simple?"
"Can."
"Do as I say, take your time to build your business, and one day you will have greater strength. Don't rush things; think two steps ahead before taking one step, understand?"
Faced with Jiang Cheng's instruction, she nodded seriously.
I found it to make perfect sense.
All the pent-up frustration of the past few days vanished, and my heart was suddenly filled with anticipation for the future.
The situation suddenly came alive.
What was originally a dead end game of chess began to come alive because of Jiang Cheng's intervention.
The relationship between the two underwent a subtle change in just a few words.
Demu Jiaxian began to feel that he was her pillar of support. After all, she had nothing else to rely on now, and she had finally found a lifeline, so she naturally did not want to let it go.
"Is there anything I can help you with?"
"If possible, let them see your presence. This will make them more willing to work hard. Maintaining a proper distance and sense of propriety is the best way for a ruler and his subjects to get along. Secondly, you will probably need some money."
"Money is no problem, as for getting involved..."
Demu Jiaxian hesitated. She could not easily step out of the palace. Due to the previous events involving the Mingling family, her status had plummeted and she had been placed under house arrest.
They spent a long time in the palace.
It's been several months since I last left.
I have no worries about food and clothing here, but I am very bored and can only read books to pass the time every day.
“Let me think about it,” Demu Jiaxian thought for a moment and did not agree immediately. “If we go out, it won’t matter if no one knows, but if it gets to other people’s ears and the emperor is furious, then we’re doomed.”
Jiang Cheng glanced at her.
"I proposed the optimal solution, but it's okay if it can't be done."
During the conversation.
Demuel Chien was indeed tempted.
The main reason was that she also wanted to see with her own eyes the scene of thousands of assassins bowing down to serve her.
Just imagining it is exciting enough.
Side hall.
During the conversation.
The maids kept their heads down and remained silent, waiting for His Highness to finish his dinner.
Jiang Cheng didn't stay long this time. He ate something casually, chatted about random things, and then waited for the maids to clear away the food and restore the hall to its original state.
...
An hour later.
"Your Highness is tired. You may go about your business and then rest," Xiao Rou instructed the maids.
"clear."
The men nodded obediently and withdrew.
After everyone had left, there was not a sound left in the main hall.
Xiao Rou glanced worriedly at the tightly closed door behind her.
She pressed her lips tightly together, lost in thought. Her eyes flickered for a few seconds before she loosened her grip.
Finally, he stepped out the door.
She strolled leisurely to the back of the palace, where four masked mute men were carrying a sedan chair. Xiao Rou stepped forward and lifted the curtain.
Jiang Cheng has been waiting here for a while.
The two exchanged a glance.
Xiao Rou went inside and sat down, then closed the curtain.
"Your Highness still cannot go with you. It's too risky. If anything happens, we won't be able to explain ourselves."
"Nothing will happen, I'm here." Jiang Cheng looked at her calmly.
"You're here? Are you very strong?"
There were no outsiders here, so Xiaorou didn't need to pretend to be very polite; she had never really liked Ming Lingye.
"Maybe."
Jiang Cheng didn't directly answer her sarcasm, but tilted his head indifferently.
"She sent me with an imperial edict. I am His Highness's most trusted confidant. If I arrive at Xiayi Village and the situation is not even slightly as you described, I will inform His Highness. You don't need to think of any wicked ideas!" Xiaorou threatened, pouting.
She felt that her intelligence was at a very high level.
If Ming Lingye intended to play any tricks, she would definitely detect them with her sharp and discerning eyes.
"Okay, the effect won't be much different if you go."
Their conversation was rather fruitless; after a few words, they both fell silent.
The strange man wearing a mask walked down the mountain with rhythmic steps, retracing his steps.
The journey takes an hour.
Fortunately, there were streetlights nearby, so it wasn't too cold and dark.
Xiao Rou was somewhat uneasy. She rarely left the palace and always stayed by His Highness's side. This trip to the unfamiliar foot of the mountain was a big challenge for her.
The strange man occasionally stomped his large feet into puddles with a "plop," accompanied by the sound of wind blowing through the forest.
In the silence, you can feel the coolness in the air.
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