They had finally seen things clearly: they simply did not possess the talent to bargain with the outside world. Sometimes, when facing old schemers, they might be sold off and still help count the money for whoever sold them. So they still had to give Meng Zhao a certain degree of support.
Especially when dealing with the Rebel Army, that support could be pushed to its utmost. It would not be unacceptable for them to rank second from the bottom. In any case, it was all for the Dan Chi Clan.
Meng Zhao smiled upon receiving their affirmative answer. This time, there was not the slightest trace of performance in it; he was genuinely happy. So long as He Xin was willing to exert himself, success truly was not far away.
In truth, if the Ji Family Uncle and Nephew had not made such a mess of things before, the chances of success would have been even greater.
After three rounds of wine and five flavors of dishes, He Xin looked at Meng Zhao. After hesitating briefly, he still took the initiative to say,
"On the return to the garrison, I would like to ask Brother Lu to come with me, so that we may persuade my superior. Would that be possible?"
This request could not be called rude, but it was rather abrupt. At the very least, the Ji Family Uncle and Nephew were somewhat hesitant.
Going alone with He Xin into the Rebel Army's camp—if this was a trap, an opportunity to pull out a nail, would that not harm Meng Zhao?
Yet, from the standpoint of reason and sentiment, the other side had tirelessly sent envoys to show goodwill. Now that they had decided to throw in with them and had also put forward two seemingly harsh