Wang Yue answered seriously this time. "The troops you brought to Youzhou are undoubtedly your elite forces. I need to take them back to Qingzhou for training. Once the time is right, I'll rely on them to help me take Jingzhou."
King of Liang could only laugh helplessly. He hadn't even started surrendering, and Wang Yue had already arranged everything for him.
Seeing how Wang Yue had planned ten steps ahead, he felt his defeat was no shame. He could also tell that Wang Yue had no intention of killing him, so he had nothing left to fear.
After all, if the emperor hadn't pressured him so relentlessly, he would have liked to be a carefree prince—with enough real power to keep himself safe, of course.
Truthfully, he had never understood why the old emperor had been so determined to get rid of him instead of dealing with all those prefects who refused to obey.
But the old bastard had already died of illness, leaving King of Liang no one to ask. He sighed and said wistfully, "If that's the case, I'll go back to Qingzhou with you. I only ask that you bring my family from Wancheng to Youzhou."
Seeing that Wang Yue had actually talked King of Liang around, Gu Jiusi felt relieved. He thought his big brother was incredible. How had he persuaded King of Liang so easily?
Gu Jiusi had been trying for days, talking until his mouth was dry, and it hadn't done a damn thing.
Wang Yue, however, didn't think things were so simple. Looking at King of Liang on the city wall, he said in a flat voice, "In that case, I ask King of Liang to send his troops out of the city to surrender. My Qingzhou soldiers will escort them to