Jia Xu: “My lord, please rein in Cheng Zhongde. He’s almost used up all the men in Yingzhou.”
Cheng Yu: “My lord, Jia Wenhe is accusing me before I can defend myself. He’s the one who sent the able-bodied men of Hanzhou to Ximolia to dig potatoes. There’s hardly a man left in Hanzhou to carry on the family line.”
Li Ru: “You two are such a handful. Unlike me, I only worry about my lord. The Han population is too small. We need to capture more people.”
Wang Fang watched the three top “poison” strategists argue endlessly before him and helplessly rubbed his forehead. He didn’t have a Wolong or a Fengchu, but somehow ended up with three troublesome old men. He didn’t have enough merit to pay for this!
