No Seed Lasts Beyond Three Generations!

"What did it mean that the Marshfolk Main Tribe had only just withdrawn its troops, yet before long sent people over again and specifically declared that they wished to see the imperial envoy?"

Within the imperial envoy's residence, several generals were conversing.

From their attire, it was clear that their status in the army was anything but ordinary. Though they were tasked with guarding the residence, soldiers and officers assigned to serve at the imperial envoy's residence were naturally no simple figures.

In truth, these men had long been acquainted with Qiu Yan. They were Liu Hong, Yang Huang, and Zhang Qi.

The first two had been soldiers Qiu Yan encountered when he first came to Wuxin City. The latter had been gravely wounded during a clash with the Marshfolk led by the young Marshfolk prince Geluolan, and Qiu Yan had saved him from danger. He regarded Qiu Yan as his benefactor.

Over the course of several years, the three had risen through the army ranks. When Qiu Yan returned to Wuxin as imperial envoy and learned of them, he immediately promoted them. After a period of tempering, coupled with changes to the military system, all three had become generals and were regarded as Qiu Yan's diehard confidants.

At Yang Huang's question, Liu Hong lowered his voice. "This is truly hard to say. The Marshfolk withdrawal was strange to begin with. We all know that Vice Minister Tian had tried several times to broker peace, yet failed every time. But after our Academician sent someone to speak with them just once—without even needing to go in person—the Marshfolk forces collapsed like a landslide. Who knows what method he used?"

"I heard that several Military Governors have already written memorials about the Marshfolk withdrawal and sent them to the capital. They