Qingliang Prefecture, early in the hour of Shen that afternoon.
After briefly discussing the battle plan with Daoist Fenglin, Ren Ye left the side room.
The moment he stepped outside, he saw Brother Huang standing in the inner hall, giving him a sidelong look.
"Brother, did you get diabetes? Why are your mouth and eyes all crooked?" Ren Ye asked with concern.
"Fucking hell, you disappear for ages, then cause this much commotion the moment you come back?" Brother Huang cursed. "Have you considered how I, the prefect, feel?"
"Come on, who are we to each other? The majority shareholder and the second-largest shareholder." Ren Ye replied with cloying affection, "We're family, so let's not stand on ceremony. Don't bother sleeping for the next few days."
"I've got that much fucking sense. We're going to war. Even if you told me to sleep, I couldn't." Surprisingly, Huang Wei did not argue. He merely spoke rapidly. "Tell me what I need to do."
"You don't need to worry about raising troops. That's mostly sorted." Ren Ye answered clearly, "Just do three things. First, clear out a large open area for the Southern Border army to camp in as they pass through. Keep the area clean, and send officials over early with the necessities. Second, handle the hospitality. A lot of fourth-grade Supernatural Ability Users from our New Year's Watchers should be coming. Li Yan will bring people too, along with some high-ranking Southern Border officials, bandit bosses, and even princes. They're all here to fight, so we absolutely can't neglect them. Ideally, clear out the Prince's Mansion and let them stay there."
"Aren't we sending troops out on the first? Do we still need to set aside a separate state guesthouse?" Huang Wei asked succinctly.
"If the war goes even slightly