Even if they could muster a force of soldiers, they probably wouldn't be a match for the family of divine healers. They had defensive guns. He had witnessed the power of these guns firsthand in the forge; even the impenetrable White Walkers had been riddled with holes by them.
Their only chance of winning might be that the family of divine healers, due to the massacre by the Otherworlders, currently has only fifty or sixty members left. They might even need craftsmen from Southern Chu to repair the damaged buildings in the sacred site. If they could truly gather tens of thousands of troops, perhaps they could overwhelm the enemy with sheer numbers and force them to submit.
Even if a few dozen men fire their defensive guns until they smoke, they still can't deal with an army of thousands.
However, it would be best to persuade the family of renowned healers; resorting to force should be a last resort.
If Eighth Sister can't do it, then he'll take matters into his own hands.
He said to Chu Yun, "I'll go to the Holy Land myself. Eighth Sister, you stay in the palace. If you receive any news from Third Sister, please let me know immediately."
He issued an order to prepare the carriages and horses for departure.
Only an hour and a half later, Chu Yi returned. Chu Yun greeted him, and seeing his gloomy face, she knew he had also run into a snag. She said, "Seventh Brother is, after all, the King of Southern Chu. Didn't they even give him face?"
Chu Yi said, "A bit better than you. Patriarch Jiang said this is an agreement between the Creator and the Goddess, and no one is allowed to interfere. He told me not to get involved."
Was it spoken in a threatening tone?
“No, he just said it in a very calm tone,” Chu Yi said. “He rejected me in a very calm tone.”
"Should we go again tomorrow?"
“I can’t go. When I left, the Holy Land announced its closure and no longer allowed anyone to enter. Negotiation is not an option.”
Chu Yun looked at Chu Yi and smiled, "Seventh Brother, you seem very unhappy. It must feel bad to be rejected, right?"
Chu Yi said, "I am, after all, the ruler of a country. They didn't even offer me a sip of water... You really ate lunch there?"
Chu Yun stepped back to the door and said, "No, I was just kidding." Then she turned and ran away.
Chu Yi reluctantly left the room and went to the storeroom where historical books were stored. He asked the officials to find the books related to the founding of the Southern Chu dynasty by the emperor. He read the parts related to Chu Ming, especially the legends about Jinhua Mountain.
He read it when he was a child, but back then he thought it was all mythology. Now he knows it's true.
Jinhua Mountain was Zhang Ying's laboratory, which fell from the sky five hundred years ago. Since the sacred site is closed to the public, could we explore the subject of Zhang Ying's laboratory itself?
As he was pondering this, General Li requested an audience to discuss the issue of replenishing troops. Chu Yi said, "General Li, if there is a very troublesome person living in a house, and I want to see her, but she refuses to come out, is there any way to get her to see me?"
General Li was a simpleton, his mind only filled with fighting and killing. After hearing this, he said, "How dare this lowly commoner oppose Your Majesty! Your Majesty, tell me where that person is, and I will immediately lead my men to demolish his house and bring him here to be punished by Your Majesty."
Chu Yi clapped his hands and stood up, saying, "Good idea! Arrange for writing materials immediately; I want to send a letter to the Emperor of Jin."
General Li was completely bewildered, not knowing how he had won the Emperor's favor. He hurriedly brought over writing materials. Chu Yi quickly wrote a letter, affixed the imperial seal, and said to General Li, "My dear minister, go to the capital to deliver this letter tonight. Make sure it is delivered to Emperor Jin. Upon your return, I will promote you by one rank."
General Li was overjoyed; this promotion felt like a dream. He took the letter and left.
Chu Yi wrote another letter and sent it north to Chu Mingyao. After everything was arranged, he leaned back in his chair and stretched.
"Success or failure hinges on this." He rubbed his lower abdomen; he hadn't eaten anything since he'd been busy all morning.
"I need to eat first... Guards, I'm hungry."
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