Time to Fight

Tang Luo had already devised a plan for the Jia Clan's rise.

Once the time was right, they could put it into action directly.

For now, it was time to rest. After all, the Jia Clan's female generals had only just returned.

Before long, they would be heading back to the battlefield. Beating up some pampered young heirs of noble families to unwind was only natural.

"This... we're really doing this?" Upon hearing Tang Luo's words, Grandmother Jia nearly tore off the armrest of her chair.

"Of course we are." Tang Luo smiled. "Twenty Dukes in one family—that'll definitely look impressive."

"Twenty Dukes, my foot." Grandmother Jia snapped, then her expression changed. "Can't we just live peacefully and properly?"

She truly disliked fighting and killing, and she was even less willing to see her descendants risk their lives on the battlefield.

The Jia Clan already possessed enough wealth and status to last them for several generations.

Now that Jia Rong, who stood above even Grandmasters, had emerged, what meaning was there in something like the Thirteen Protectors of Flower-Fruit Mountain?

As long as the Jia Clan did not bring about some heaven-shaking calamity itself, they could remain wealthy, idle nobles until Great Gan fell.

By her reckoning, they would certainly have two hundred years of prosperity. As for anything beyond that, Grandmother Jia had no desire to concern herself with it.

In truth, she had done enough by the time Jia Lan's generation came around, unless another "Jia Baoyu" who resembled his grandfather appeared further down the line.

Looking down the road, all she saw was a path of wealth, peace, and security. Grandmother Jia truly could not understand why the man before her insisted on climbing higher.

Perhaps this was the difference between men and women?

"Even if the