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Qi Xiaomian felt a bit overwhelmed, accustomed to the situation, but it wasn't his fault. Day in and day out, he had been clashing with those Old Foxes, and for a moment, he couldn't adjust.
As for this person, he naturally had his own thoughts. He understood the girl's intentions well enough. It was just a matter of forcing him to come; the Dayu Dynasty was no longer safe, so he had no choice but to come.
Just now, Miss Sang mentioned that Zheng Moru's biological brother was eyeing his title as Duke. So, I had people incite them to take ruthless action against Zheng Moru. On one side was the uncertainty of survival, and on the other was the temptation of profit. Naturally, a decision had to be made.
Sang Qingxiao shot him an annoyed glance. "Isn't it clear? Why are you still asking so many questions and making me explain everything?"
Qi Xiaomian awkwardly smiled. "I was just worried I wasn't following your line of thought. Seeing you upset made me act a bit uncertain about what I said."
Sang Qingxiao simply asked, "How long do you need to bring him here?"
Qi Xiaomian replied seriously, "The farthest west in the Dayu Dynasty takes at least three days for news to arrive. Even if we get the news immediately and rush over, it would take at least a month."
Moreover, the best opportunity for promotion had already passed. My uncle was getting a bit carried away, thinking himself wise and capable after being flattered by some officials. He planned to host a grand banquet in the palace.
Inviting Court Officials for one day and then inviting the prominent families of the Capital for another day created quite a spectacle. Various departments were already busy with preparations.
Currently, the arrangements for the banquet were still in their early stages, so actions were relatively small, and news hadn't spread widely yet. I decided to leverage this event to write to the Court, requesting an additional day for the banquet—this extra day would be dedicated to honoring the Warriors who protected our territory.
Once the Court agreed, they would need to compile a list of notable figures. Although Zheng Moru was relatively low-key, he once had a formidable reputation. Plus, despite his disability, he continued to write military treatises for the Warriors, which earned him recognition. His story of perseverance despite physical limitations was particularly moving.
I had read that military treatise before; it seemed familiar. With a little comparison, I realized he had rephrased the military strategies of the Sang Family into his own words. I actually learned quite a bit from it.
With that settled, Sang Qingxiao urged him to proceed.
Qi Xiaomian remained seated without moving and asked, "Is there anything else you need me to do?"
Sang Qingxiao thought for a moment. "The Zheng Family will soon face continuous deaths... Do you want me to take over and help cover it up?"
"No," he replied firmly. "You shouldn't get involved in this case. I'll use some methods to ensure it won't be discovered so quickly. The Office of Censors usually sets deadlines when they take on cases; if you can't solve it in time, wouldn't that put you in a difficult position?"
"That's fine; everyone has their off days," Qi Xiaomian said nonchalantly. "But I'm about to take over at the Office of Censors now; at this critical moment, I really hope nothing goes wrong for you."
"Are you concerned about me?"
"I'm concerned about you," Sang Qingxiao deliberately paused. "You need to secure your seat beneath you so that I can handle my matters more effectively."
Hearing Sang Qingxiao's teasing, Qi Xiaomian smiled happily. "You trust me a bit more today than yesterday. It's good that you're being open and honest. I will do my best to help you."
The Sang Family had their share of troubles, but their burdens were greater, and their crimes did not warrant death. Even though they are no longer around, their remarkable contributions in military affairs still benefit us later generations.
What should not have happened is now the time to set things right.
Sang Qingxiao ignored Qi Xiaomian's implicit attitude.
What should not have happened inevitably will happen.
From the perspective of a later generation observing history, Gao Gai remains complacent, losing vigilance amidst the praise. If he doesn't perish, who will?
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