I've learned my lesson!
In the private box, Han Zhu forcefully set the wine cup on the table, overwhelmed by a flood of emotions.
Before this, he had never imagined that he would be persuaded by Zhao Douan.
No.
It wasn't persuasion, but rather a criticism that left him utterly without retort, like a Buddhist monk's loud and sudden shout of awakening.
Just as Zhao Douan had guessed, his aim today was indeed to use the guise of seeking advice and try to persuade Zhao Douan, pulling him into his camp to aid in implementing the "Ten Strategies."
But who could have predicted that in the end, he would be the one persuaded.
The Ten Strategies? Worthless as dog excrement!
This was accompanied by a wave of doubts.
How could a mere Martial Artist serving as a government officer possess such profound insights in these matters?
Such sophisticated arguments, not even the other scholars, including Grandmaster Dong, had been able to make.
