After the State of Ji settled down, the Duke of Qin lived up to expectations, helping Ji expand its territory and become the largest vassal state in the region. The King of Ji was grateful and specially conferred upon the Duke of Qin the title of King of Ji by virtue of his status as a different surname, and also married his eldest princess to him. However, as the power of the Qin family grew, the new king seemed to be less than friendly towards them.
He kept looking for opportunities to suppress Qin and try to regain military power, but he failed. Later, a Qin family grandson named Qin Su emerged. He was good at military strategy and had a talent for it. He entered the army at a young age and is now a capable general.
Looking at Qin Su now, Mo Lan believed that the information she had received was true; otherwise, he would still be here.
Therefore, she could easily conclude that Qin Su was an ambitious person.
Making friends with such people may offer many opportunities, but it can also be dangerous.
Having learned about Mo Lan's personality, Qin Su didn't react much to being rejected again. Instead, he asked questions out of curiosity.
"From the first time we met, it seemed like you had a problem with me. Can I know why?"
"There's no particular reason, I just feel that you're a dangerous person," Mo Lan said, looking at him directly.
"Heh~, dangerous?" Qin Su stared into Mo Lan's eyes, nodded knowingly, and a faint sneer appeared on his lips.
Mo Lan didn't bother to explain herself to Qin Su's sarcasm, but it greatly worried the tomb spirit in her sea of consciousness.
"Boss, how could you refuse him? Have you forgotten the golden aura around him? Aren't you curious?"
"What are you curious about? Didn't you say he has a noble destiny? What's so strange about noble people being radiant?"
"Take this opportunity to curry favor with the powerful!" the tomb spirit roared.
"My legs aren't thick enough?" Mo Lan said nonchalantly. She didn't need to rely on anyone to live a good life.
The spirit of the tomb: "......"
Sigh, what can we do with such a fierce boss?
"What if he becomes emperor in the future? Not only will you have the merit of supporting the emperor, but you also want to be the richest man in the world. Wouldn't it be better to have someone protecting you?" The tomb spirit was still unwilling to give up and continued to persuade him.
"I don't want to be Wan San. I have no shortage of people or money, why would I support a complete stranger?"
She's sick and works as a slave for no reason.
“You have to understand that it’s better to rely on yourself than on others. If I had to choose, I would rather spend all my time and energy on my older brother, after all, we share the same blood.”
The spirit of the tomb: "......"
It knew that the boss was incorrigible, stubborn, and always on the same side.
Both are cold and indifferent, a perfect match.
The tea has lost its flavor; it's time for everyone to leave.
Although their friendship didn't progress much, they were still very much in sync when it came to fighting off the enemy together.
Recently, strange occurrences have been happening frequently at the foot of the mountain. Around Tianjiao Peak, there have suddenly been many more woodcutters and hunters.
On the west side, there are maze formations and mist scattered by tomb spirits, so those people have never had a chance to go up the mountain.
The few who occasionally broke in were all dealt with by Lei.
On the east side, it's said that several people were captured, but Mo Lan didn't pay much attention to how they were dealt with. Knowing Qin Su as she did, she knew he would never leave any danger around.
The spies sent by the major families returned empty-handed after several setbacks, and they learned how powerful Tianjiao Peak was and that it was not to be trifled with.
As Qin Su and Mo Lan had predicted, the various factions joined forces.
Mid-Autumn Festival arrived in the blink of an eye, and the forces of the major families had all gathered, discussing how to capture Tianjiao Peak.
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