After hearing Yang Wenzhu's words, both of them froze.
After a long while, Mu Guiying slowly spoke.
"Do you hate the Imperial Court?"
Yang Wenzhu nodded and said,
"That's right! You two can be considered my elders. To be honest, I don't have much affection for either of you.
In fact, as far as I'm concerned, there isn't much connection between us.
But we share the same Bloodline.
Even for that reason alone, I can't let Tianbo Mansion run into trouble because of me.
Honestly, as for the current Great Song... heh, truly, their strength isn't weak in my eyes.
Their military generals could even rank among the top few across the many dynasties.
But the Song Dynasty's decisions are the most absurd and problematic of all.
Having civil officials control military affairs may seem pretty good, but they have forgotten one thing.
The battlefield changes by the moment. Under such circumstances, letting a scholar who knows nothing interfere is simply seeking death, choosing a dead end.
Because by the time they finish discussing a result, the opportunity will already be gone.
In the eyes of scholars, peace is the most important thing. For this so-called peace, they can abandon everything.
But they have forgotten one thing: since ancient times, true peace has always been won on the edge of a blade.
If the world could truly be pacified with nothing but words, Confucius would not have traveled through the various states without being accepted.
In any case, I have no great interest in the current Great Song or the others. You don't need to come looking for me either.
After you return, listen to me and simply remove my name.
Then, if something really happens, I won't drag you down with me!"
Hearing this, Mu Guiying sighed and said,