Lin Su smiled. "My senior sister truly knows me! Then tell me—where does the Dao of this poem lie?"
There really was more to it?
Ji Yuechi's heart began to race.
These past days, she had not been idle. Information from every quarter had long since reached her ears through the hidden channels of the Silken Thread Pavilion.
She knew that, over these dozen or so days, the world behind them had undergone earth-shaking changes.
Nen River City had changed commanders.
The ten-million-strong army had already set out.
The twenty-nine provinces behind them that had once been occupied by the enemy had all been recovered.
And a decree proposed by Lin Su had been implemented: Distribute land to households.
Once the policy of distributing land to households was introduced, Lin Su had become the Living Buddha of Ten Thousand Families across the twenty-nine provinces. Countless commoners had erected living shrines for him, regarding him as their lifesaving benefactor.
Everything had now basically settled into place.
She understood Lin Su's strategic intent in forcibly halting at the entrance to Xihe for more than ten days.
He had used this time to stabilize the rear.
In war, the greatest taboo was advancing deep alone.
If the rear remained under enemy control, then blindly stepping into Xihe would mean advancing deep alone. But now, behind him stood tens of billions of people from twenty-nine provinces, all profoundly grateful to him.
With the rear cleared, the road ahead could be pressed forward without hindrance.
Therefore, now was the time to truly break through Xihe.
So what profound meaning did this suddenly recited green poem hold?
Ji Qianling said, "What I heard was... that you were using this landscape poem to tell the entire army that you were relaxed and at ease, giving the Flying