The moon is dark, the wind is cold, and the night is silent

On the high ramparts of Yinge City, the moon was dark and the wind cold.

The heavy, layered clouds seemed as though they were about to collapse.

A tall figure wearing a mask suddenly appeared behind Zhu Weiwu, a hoarse voice sounding from beneath the mask: "You want to go to the Yong Kingdom battlefield?"

The Grand Chief of the Zhuang Kingdom's Criminal Investigation Bureau was required to wear a cast-iron mask year-round, never revealing his true face to others, to signify his selfless impartiality.

Zhu Weiwu did not turn around, his gaze still fixed on the Mo State, hidden in the night across from Yinge City.

"I cannot see the meaning in staying here."

"His Majesty is playing a gamble the likes of which have never been seen before." The Grand Chief stood with his hands behind his back, also looking into the distance: "We must consider not only victory, but also defeat. That is the meaning of your remaining here."

Zhu Weiwu shook his head: "The reason the Firewood Exhausted Spear shines is certainly not because it fears to burn."

As the dignified Grand Chief of the Criminal Investigation Bureau, a man ranked within the top five in terms of power across the entire Zhuang Kingdom, he would never have believed that a student of the National Academy would dare to question his words. But if that student was Zhu Weiwu, it felt entirely natural.

This was, after all, a genius who was extremely proud and extremely flamboyant.

"You are already brilliant enough, and sharp enough."

The Grand Chief said with profound meaning: "Zhu Weiwu, Prime Minister Du believes you can shoulder the future of the Zhuang Kingdom. I believe so too. But before that..."

"You must learn to hide your edge."

Zhu Weiwu pursed his lips and