Cha Fuli took out a Luck Silver-Fish Pouch and pressed it onto the tea table.
"Lord Li, everything you asked for is inside." Cha Fuli's right hand rested atop the Luck Silver-Fish Pouch.
Li Qingxian glanced at it and said, "Once I have the goods, we leave at once."
"Lord Marquis, I, Cha Fuli, am doing this with my head on the line. One misstep, and my head will roll. Should anything go wrong, this humble servant can only risk his life in one final struggle." For the first time, a faint chill tinged Cha Fuli's voice.
"Rest assured. I, Li Qingxian, am loyal to my sovereign and devoted to the state. Since I seek the title of Duke of Far-Reaching, I will never abandon this halfway. After all, establishing a ducal estate and raising command banners, bringing glory to my ancestors, has been my lifelong pursuit. When that day comes, my late father's spirit in heaven will surely be gratified," Li Qingxian said.
Cha Fuli said, "You are unfamiliar with military strategy, and you take many things for granted. The battle at Far-Reaching City was truly an accident. But one hundred thousand heads and killing one hundred thousand enemies are not the same thing. In an ordinary great battle, to obtain one hundred thousand heads, one may need to rout more than ten times that number of enemy troops."
Although Li Qingxian had rarely visited battlefields in person, he had read histories and military treatises extensively in his spare time. Naturally, he knew that beheading enemies in ordinary battles was difficult, which led many generals to kill innocents and claim military merit.
"If beheading one hundred thousand enemies were so easy, anyone could be made a duke and establish a ducal estate with command banners," Li Qingxian said.
"Good.