In the courtyard, Jiang Changsheng sat facing Jiang Ziyu while Wang Chen poured them tea. The others rested about the yard, not disturbing the conversation between master and disciple.
Alone before Jiang Changsheng, Jiang Ziyu was still somewhat constrained. On his way here, he had also heard of Jiang Changsheng's earthshaking battle with the Heart Severing Divine Monk.
After campaigning for so many years, he knew full well how formidable martial artists of high realms were. A Grandmaster alone could hold back an army of thousands—how powerful, then, was the Divine Human Realm above that?
Jiang Changsheng took a sip of tea and asked, "Ziyu, what are your plans next?"
Jiang Ziyu replied, "Rest for a while. After fighting year-round, the soldiers are tired too."
"I am asking about your ambitions."
"Win over civil and military officials, gather strength. A struggle between the Crown Prince and me can no longer be avoided."
Jiang Ziyu frowned. He was somewhat puzzled. Why was his master so invested in his fight for the throne?
Thinking of Jiang Yu's fate, he felt Jiang Changsheng's support for him had gone a little too far. Was his master going to help him ascend the throne simply because he was his disciple?
What was he after?
Jiang Changsheng said, "If you wish to ascend the throne, your master will do everything in his power to help you. Just speak."
Jiang Ziyu nodded. "Thank you, Master. For now, I would first like to stop."
With that said, Jiang Changsheng did not say more. Jiang Ziyu was still young, while he himself had an endless life ahead of him. There was no rush.
Jiang Ziyu began speaking of the borderlands and the sights of the Jin Dynasty. Jiang Changsheng listened with great interest. He was about to turn fifty,