"Master, do you think I have any chance of victory if I march south now?"
The moment Duan Ziqian saw Yang Qing, he asked him point-blank.
Yet Yang Qing merely smiled calmly. "Does Your Majesty truly wish to hear what this commoner has to say?"
Duan Ziqian looked at that far-too-young face before him, but did not hesitate in the slightest. "An emperor's word is gold."
Kong Jizi was one of Northern Liang's great scholars. He was also well versed in military texts, with a thorough grasp of deploying troops and arranging formations. Had he entered the army, he would have held high rank.
But he cared little for fame or fortune and preferred to wander the four seas. Ordinary people never had the chance to meet him and knew him only by reputation.
Now that Duan Hongxing had actually found his successor, how could Duan Ziqian not be beside himself with excitement?
"This commoner believes that Your Majesty has only recently ascended the throne, and the realm has just endured upheaval. Now is the time to steady the people's hearts and consolidate imperial authority. Outside forces must not be allowed to alter that course."
Yang Qing's words made Duan Ziqian's brows knit tightly.
He was deeply vexed. What he saw as an undertaking to secure the realm and display its might was apparently beneath consideration in the other man's eyes.
"I would have thought a great scholar's disciple could distinguish what matters." There was not the slightest warmth in Duan Ziqian's gaze as he looked at Yang Qing.
Yet Yang Qing bowed deeply. "Your Majesty, it is precisely because this commoner can distinguish what matters that I offer this counsel to your face. Please do not act rashly."
"Hah. So much for you." Duan Ziqian snorted coldly and waved