After the New Year had passed, with visits to and fro between households for a month, time had slipped away, and the breath of spring grew ever stronger. It was the best time for all things to grow as spring warmth blossomed.
Yet the flames of war on the border were already starting to stir, a war secretly planned was quietly casting its net wide. Qilian Kingdom harbored grand ambitions. If it weren't for Yu Ze, where would the Daqian Dynasty find peace for these ten years?
"Master, what would you have me do?" As soon as Qiao Yuanzhen entered, he immediately knelt on the ground, bowing low and waiting for instructions.
Nangong Qian pursed his lips, his face already tinged with a frost-like murderous aura, "Have you secured the people's loyalty in these days?"
"Responding to the master, this servant dares not boast, but I can say with certainty that the Qiao family harbors not the slightest guard against me."
"Then it is time to take action."
