After leaving the Xie Residence, Wen Xunpeng looked up at the sky. A faint glimmer of light had already appeared there. At most, in another two hours, dawn would break.
Wen Xunpeng did not return at once. He had the ox cart take Liang Yuyin back to Pilgrimage Lane, then had it travel elsewhere before returning to the Crown Grandson's Residence. By the time he arrived, it was already morning, and people and carts were coming and going on the streets.
"Mr. Wen!"
Someone was already sweeping outside the gates of the Crown Grandson's Residence. When he stepped down from the ox cart, the servants immediately moved aside and bowed respectfully.
Wen Xunpeng nodded. He already held an official rank, but compared to being called Lord Wen, being addressed as Mr. Wen by those of the Crown Grandson's Residence showed even greater respect.
Wen Xunpeng's ambitions of old had already been more than half fulfilled now that Prince Dai had become the Imperial Grandson!
All that remained was for the Imperial Grandson to ascend the throne smoothly and become lord of the realm. Then the other half of his ambitions could be put into practice as well!
Entering through the gates, he encountered no acquaintances along the way. But when he reached the hall entrance, he heard voices speaking inside.
"Your Highness, in the battle formations of ancient times, there was no military strategy or cunning. The two armies would form up neatly on the plains, beat their drums, face each other, and charge. Thus, chariots were the sharpest weapons."
"Now, all is fair in war. Who would let your chariots take up their positions and charge across the plains?"
"Retreat into forests or hills, and chariots become utterly useless. That is why they have declined."
The voices did not