Jiang Yanchuan looked across at them, his gaze dark.
The young boys' acts of revenge had stopped completely once they noticed him. They obediently lined up on either side, giving him a clear view of the group.
The people struck by the storm of Poison Needles lay helpless on the ground. As they looked at the ranks of soldiers surrounding them, clad in silver armor and holding long spears, the despair in their eyes was too intense to conceal.
Jiang Yanchuan withdrew his gaze expressionlessly.
This lot really could hardly "shoulder such a great responsibility."
He doubted that he would "praise Chengcheng for being sensible," and he was even more deeply skeptical about "how much these people were worth."
Even if the little one's inner thoughts had always proven correct.
[These bad guys were sent by the Third Prince of the Yanchu Kingdom behind the King of Yanchu's back. That Third Prince even wants to use this as a political achievement to bring down the Crown Prince!]
[The princes over there really don't get along. Several of them are dead set on taking the King of Yanchu's place-]
[If Imperial Father sends someone with a letter now, saying he's discovered the Third Prince's plan, lots of people will definitely be willing to pay a little money for it!]
Jiang Yanchuan's certain expression faltered.
If that was the case... then the scheme in the little one's thoughts was indeed highly feasible.
Relations between the Yanchu Kingdom and Great Rui had always been lukewarm, neither friendly nor hostile. Great Rui faced numerous constraints if it wished to attack Yanchu, while Yanchu had spent years striving to build up its strength so it could resist when war came, though its burden remained heavy and its road long.
For years, the two kingdoms had