The Great Cataclysm

"A royal city?!"

At Zhang Liang's words, everyone present cried out in shock, including Du Wuli of the Imperial Residence and Liu Bang.

Liu Bang had caught Zhang Liang's look. His proposal did not surprise him much, but he had not expected Zhang Liang to offer a royal city as the stake.

The Liu Bang Faction's three royal cities were unlike most others. They stood near the Yellow River, the so-called cradle of humanity, in prosperous lands. The Wuhuan Faction's so-called royal cities, tucked away in remote, barren regions, could not compare.

That was why Zhang Liang had said one royal city would put the Imperial Residence on a par with King Wuhuan. Otherwise, how could a single city compare with a king who controlled vast territories such as Hidden Dragon Commandery, Hengshan Commandery, and Lingnan?

"Do you mean that, sir?" Du Wuli asked, delighted and astonished, before turning to Liu Bang.

Liu Bang was the one who could make the decision, after all. Zhang Liang was only his strategist.

Liu Bang's expression shifted several times. After a moment's hesitation, he said, "His word is my word. You need not doubt it!"

"But with the forces gathered in Hidden Dragon City and the strength of the Wuhuan Faction, the Imperial Residence cannot disrupt the coronation ceremony and stop King Wuhuan from claiming the throne on its own!"

Du Wuli was overjoyed, but he spoke with a rueful, regretful smile.

Delighted as he was, Du Wuli was no fool. He knew his side could not do it alone.

"If it were easy, would we offer a royal city as the stake?"

Zhang Liang lifted his cup and took a small sip, speaking with calm candor. After a pause, he continued, "Of course, we would not ask you to attempt something hopeless.