On the northern front, Qing Yu sat calmly inside the command tent, his fingers tapping incessantly against the table.
He was waiting.
Judging by the time, Qing Chi should have reached City No. 5 by now, shouldn't he?
Qing Chi had brought more than just intelligence about the war. He had also brought a few little gifts Qing Yu had prepared for Qing Chen.
The gifts weren't particularly valuable, just a few gold statues of Buddhas and bodhisattvas.
Any one of those gold Buddhas would probably keep an ordinary family comfortably fed and clothed for life. But if Qing Chen became chairman of the board, his enormous annual dividends would naturally leave him unimpressed
by such trifles.
But those gifts represented Qing Yu's stance.
As commander-in-chief of the armies on the front line, Qing Yu could now be said to stand beneath one man and above all others.
With his status, he had no need to send congratulatory gifts to younger members of the clan. Someone of Qing Yi's standing could celebrate a hundred birthdays without ever receiving a gift from him.
Only the positions of patriarch and chairman of the board warranted such an effort.
So Qing Yu's stance was unmistakable: in his mind, Qing Chen was already the future leader of the Qing clan, and he was willing to serve him faithfully.
That was what mattered most.
Inside the command tent, an adjutant looked at Qing Yu. "Boss, with your standing, there's really no need to take sides so early. You could easily use this opportunity to secure
Qing Xing's future."
It wasn't that he shouldn't take sides, only that he didn't need to do it so early.
Politics was a game of transactions. Even though Qing Yu had already given the Shadow his pledge of allegiance, Qing