"More importantly, there's no pressure to shoulder. Whatever happens, that kid Wang Shouzhe will be there to hold it up. We can join forces and do a little work whenever we have the time; with the rest of our time, we can play cards if we want, do whatever we want, idle away the whole day, carefree and happy." Emperor Longchang continued to persuade him.
"Th-this-this..."
Jiang Zhencang was indeed tempted by his words. That was true—he had worried over Great Qian and the human race for three thousand years! Thinking back on it, he really was rather tired...
What Longchang described truly was an enviable life.
"Old Jiang, don't keep dawdling. I think that girl Liyao is tremendously capable. If she ran the Holy Land, she'd probably do far better than you." Emperor Longchang continued to egg him on.
Jiang Zhencang rolled his eyes. "Wang Liyao is indeed quite capable, but you can't erase all of this Holy Lord's achievements over the past several thousand years, can you? Besides, you, Longchang, aren't all that capable either. Imperial Prince An has overseen the state for barely sixty or seventy years, yet his accomplishments are already plain for all to see."
"Heh, Old Jiang, are you trying to hurt each other now?" Emperor Longchang glared, letting out a cold laugh. "Come on~~ You think I'm afraid of you? Old Jiang, if you were placed in the present day, you wouldn't even qualify to participate in the War of the Holy Sons!"
"This Holy Lord merely stated a fact. Why are you jumping over the wall in desperation, Longchang? Wang Shouzhe was right. For all these thousands of years, you've been exhausting the army and waging constant wars. There's a huge problem with your national policies."
"Fine, Jiang Zhencang... The Holy Land