"So, Mr. Ziliang, do you have a way?" In Dasuo City in the small hours, Liu Cheng earnestly questioned the wise man before him.
"So in this battle, Yulong, you not only repelled the Great Chanyu's main army head-on, but Prefect Shen also displayed his might beneath Xingyang City, and now there is even a chance of taking Aocang by surprise and trapping Jingmao's detached force?" Quan Yi sat on his couch with a robe draped over him. He paused for a moment, then showed surprisingly little astonishment. "Really, only Prefect Shen's success was unexpected. I'm not surprised at all about the main battlefield or the detached force. You've always excelled at these hastily fought battles-somehow producing a great many extra troops in the thick of the fighting, then seizing every opening afterward to expand your gains."
"Do you mean I'm good at seizing opportunities, Mr. Ziliang?" Liu Cheng asked, glancing sideways at him.
"Yes."
"Then have I seized the right opportunity this time?" Liu Cheng continued, still looking sideways at him. "I feel that if I leave it any later, I can only wait until everything is settled and then try to get your family and the Lueyang Di people from Duke Huan. But who knows how many will have died by then? Better to act now, while Yao Xiang is at his most flustered and the Qiang tribes have no time to think. We can find a way to reach a private agreement. Perhaps we can preserve both the Qiang and the Di."
Quan Yi shook his head and smiled. "And incidentally get me to work for you for the first time, half willing and half reluctant, for the sake of my fellow townsmen from Lueyang. And the work would be negotiating an exchange that severs my ties