Han Zhenchuan was still too young—or perhaps Han Che had imagined things far too beautifully.
He wanted to negotiate terms with Zhou Lan now, but would Zhou Lan negotiate with them?
The problem laid in front of Zhou Lan was not how to recover the four great western border towns, but how to campaign against the Wuliang Royal Court while holding off the Great Yue Dynasty's attack.
Han Zhenchuan lowered his head, not daring to look at Zhou Lan again, and said in a low voice, "If Aunt requires it, my Han Family is willing to follow wherever Aunt points the horse's head!"
Zhou Lan smiled, and Wang Yunqiao beside her smiled too.
"Hehe, follow wherever I point the horse's head?"
"Is that your idea, or your father's?"
Han Zhenchuan said awkwardly, "It was my father's idea!"
"Hehe, your father is still this brainless!" Zhou Lan said with a cold laugh.
Han Zhenchuan grew even more embarrassed. He wanted to argue with Zhou Lan, but had no idea how to speak.
Seeing him like this, Zhou Lan's tone softened a moment as she asked, "First tell me what method you have to help us recover Anxi Town and Wusi Town!"
Han Zhenchuan's expression stirred, and he hurriedly said, "The Sun Family wants to stand independent with their troops, but many generals in Anxi Town and Wusi Town aren't willing to follow the Sun Family in doing muddleheaded things!"
"My father has already contacted six Assistant Regional Commanders. As long as Aunt is willing, they will immediately seek refuge with the new dynasty, and can drive the Sun Family out of Anxi Town at any time!"
Zhou Lan's expression did not fluctuate in the slightest. "What conditions?"
"One duke, five marquises, and all hereditary without replacement!" Han Zhenchuan said.
Zhou Lan