Zhu Xianye had no intention of asking any questions. Since he had already received instructions, he would simply carry them out. Although Dai Mubai was still his nephew by blood, compared with the survival of the family, that bit of kinship counted for nothing.
Several days later, inside the palace of the Kville Kingdom, Dai Mubai looked worriedly at Tang San, who sat opposite him and sipped his wine at an unhurried pace, a trace of helplessness flashing across his face.
"Xiao San, do you think my uncle will agree to plot the restoration of the nation with us?"
"Aren't you at all worried they'll refuse? After all, Xue Qinghe has already been deeply rooted in Star Luo for years."
Tang San's motion of raising his wine cup paused, and the corners of his mouth slowly lifted into a smile.
"The chances of them agreeing really aren't high. After all, compared with the Heaven Dou Empire, our forces are still far too small."
"But if they do not agree, then so be it. With only ourselves, it is not as if we cannot take down the Nili Kingdom. It would merely take more effort. When the time comes, it still should not be hard to have the Zhu Family not block our route eastward."
Hearing this, Dai Mubai's worried expression eased slightly. He then nodded and said, "You're right. Even if they don't agree, it won't matter. After taking down the Nili Kingdom, our development environment will be much better, and we'll be able to recruit troops and buy horses ourselves."
"If the Zhu Family doesn't agree, then so be it. As long as they don't hinder our development, that's enough. I imagine they'll still remember this bit of old affection. Even if only to leave themselves a way out,