After Xie Zhenqing went out, the armored soldiers did not withdraw. Instead, they lined up one post every five paces. Zhao Buwei could not help frowning, remaining silent as he sank into deep thought.
Originally I wanted to throw in my lot with the Imperial Grandson and Prince Shu, but I didn't expect Prince Qi to undergo two major changes.
Becoming more brilliant is actually secondary; the crucial point is the Divine Strategy Army.
Inferior strategists put their faith in schemes, but Zhao Buwei understood that power was the single supreme law in this world. If Prince Qi possessed power, no flaws could stop him.
Should I... change my mind?
"My lord!"
Even as he thought this, a thump suddenly shattered the silence. Zhao Buwei was slightly startled. Looking over, he saw that Zhang Bolai had dropped to his knees at that moment.
This shout instantly made Prince Qi knit his brows.
"My lord! This is inviting a wolf into the house!" Zhang Bolai kowtowed, bang, bang, bang, and spoke in a rush, "My lord! The Grand Progenitor went to great pains to exterminate the Divine Strategy Army. We must never allow it to rise from the ashes!"
"The Demon Race harbor wolfish ambitions and are hardly dullards. I fear the Grand Progenitor's strategy can hardly be implemented a second time. My lord, you must never accept this!"
Indeed, the purging and annihilation of the Divine Strategy Army were due to many factors. The greatest among them involved Fortune, marriages, the grand situation, and so on. People assumed the Grand Progenitor would not be so unwise, yet the Grand Progenitor had stubbornly gone ahead and done it.
If it happened again, the Demon Race were utterly incapable of stumbling into the same pit twice.
This Zhang Bolai actually possessed such