Why convene a river-control conference?
Ao Shuyi, who had once sworn to bring lasting order to the Long River, was dead.
Why had Ao Shuyi died?
Go ask Ji Fengzhou!
Wei Qingpeng sat there, a trace of confusion and innocence even showing on his fierce face.
But his stance was utterly clear.
Gong Xiyan sat with his arms folded, carrying himself as though none of this concerned him.
Tu Hu watched Ying Jianghong with a smile on his face, beaming brightly—genuine delight from the bottom of his heart. Other than your closest friends and family, who else could be so happy for you?
Ruan Qiu seemed not to have heard a word Wei Qingpeng said. He was studying his astrolabe with his head lowered.
Qu Jinkui of Chu Kingdom propped his chin on a hand, openly lost in thought.
Xu Wang, representing Qin Kingdom, wore a comparatively serious expression instead.
Looking at this tableau of all living beings, one truly could not tell friend from foe.
Jing Kingdom personally tore open a gap for Li State and brought Li State into the game. It was certainly a viable move.
There was a fundamental conflict between Li State and Jing State.
Looking back, the five northwestern states that Jing State had eyed like food on a platter, taking a bite out of every few days, had all been swallowed whole by Li State. The northwest, once theirs to take or seize as they pleased, had in an instant become a realm bound in iron hoops.
Looking forward, north of Jing State lay desert, east lay grasslands, and south was the Central Regions. There was simply nowhere to expand except westward. Li State, situated in the northwest of the Present World, also wished to develop outward and had no desire to be