Zheng Hui analyzed, "It seems those above are also dissatisfied with the Mo Blade Army's lack of effort. The Mo Blade Army already selects tall, brawny men, each built like an ox. Nearly a fifth have reached Entry Rank, and they eat meat every meal. On food alone, they cost several times more than ordinary troops. Spending so much for such mediocre military achievements simply cannot be justified."
Han Anbo said, "If it is limited to the Northern Garrison Army, your future is exceedingly clear, and far easier than when you previously took office in Far-Reaching City. Even Cha Fuli will likely yield the Mo Blade Army entirely to you under pressure from the capital. If you win a few brilliant victories, he will gain face; if you lose, all the responsibility will be yours. But if you go south, not only will you face the more troublesome Eastern Ding Kingdom and its Fate Arts Masters, you may also have to confront the Dingnan Prince. After all, rumors that His Majesty intends to move against the Dingnan Prince have circulated for many years. Of course, in the north, you may have some friction with the River Guard Army. That may have something to do with the peaches."
The four of them looked at the Prickly Peaches before them. Yu Ping stretched out a hand, then withdrew it. Zheng Hui frowned deeply, while Han Anbo sank into thought.
Li Qingxian was also pondering the purpose behind those three peaches.
After a while, Han Anbo said, "Yu Ping, go wash the peaches."
Yu Ping panicked. "Who doesn't know Prickly Peaches are covered in fuzz and taste awful? If you are lucky, nothing happens. If you are unlucky, the fuzz sticks to your skin, making you itch for days and turning your whole