Fang Qingyun glanced over his shoulder, "Your Highness, if you have something to say, why beat around the bush?"
"Is Supervisor Sun nearing his end?"
It seemed like the Crown Prince wasn't continuing the previous topic, "Expanding the troops will certainly strengthen Liangzhou's forces, but it will also mean a lot of new recruits, and quite a multitude at that. The implications of this need not be spelled out too explicitly, right? General Fang, haven't you ever pondered the future of the Eight Camps a few years from now?"
"Naturally, we will be at His Majesty's disposal," Fang Qingyun stated matter-of-factly.
"..."
Again, silence.
"General Fang."
The Crown Prince began again, "Speak your mind, what do you think of this palace?"
"Your Highness has supervised the nation for forty years, always exhausting your mind and body in diligent service. It's an undeniable and uncontested fact," Fang Qingyun replied, with his body slightly tilted.
