Peace Order

The first thing Prince Qin did after capturing the capital and the palace of Chen Country was to gather and compile various documents and records, protecting all kinds of literature; the second was to find the treasury and arsenal of Chen Country.

Despite Chen Dingye taking away a significant portion, a considerable amount remained. Prince Qin unapologetically gathered these things, preparing to take them away as military funds and logistics support.

With each day the army marched, it represented a day of consumption.

Tens of thousands of people, feeding mouths and horses, logistic transportation, weapon damage, medicine consumption.

It’s all about burning food, burning supplies, burning money.

Everyone in the Heavenly Strategy Mansion could fully understand Yan Daiqing’s irritability during this period.

More than a year, hundreds of days and nights.

Exhaustion of mind and body.

Efforts made bit by bit to accumulate gold and silver, gradually filling the granary.

Like gathering sand into a tower, like water dripping through rock.

In an instant, it was exhausted.

With each day of the army’s march, it consumed the supplies accumulated over ten days, even more, with visible speed depleting the logistic reserves, and the end of the war unpredictable.

Anyone would be irritable.

Li Guanyi opened the inner granary of Chen Country, stabbed the bag with a small knife, pulled it out to see the grain pouring out, fearing that the bag might only contain sand.

If that were the case, he would go mad, dig out those noble ministers burned by Chen Dingye and burn them again!

Now, he could be at ease.

Li Guanyi looked at the stored plenty of grain, breathed a sigh of relief—Chen Dingye wasn’t too ruthless and didn’t really set fire to the city or burn the granary of Jiangzhou to ashes.

Prince Qin bent down, picked up a handful of grain, felt that sense of solidity.

At least, the surprise attack this time brought sufficient benefit to logistic consumption, though soldiers were tired, the grain consumption couldn’t be erased directly, but it didn’t damage the core.

Should conflict with Ying Country arise now, the country wouldn’t be empty and defenseless.

We’re stable.

Prince Qin wrote to inform the Heavenly Strategy Mansion in Jiangnan about the situation here.

He also mentioned the family matters of Yan Daiqing, Ye Buyi, and Zhou Liuying, with Ye Zhongdao and Zhou Xianping as the only remaining Great Generals of Chen Country, loyally leading the army in battles in Xiyi City.

Yan Daiqing’s father, though impoverished, went with the army.

The letter ended by highlighting this harvest, supplies, and hoping to capitalize on Jiangnan’s advantageous waterways, to find someone interested in purchasing the Dragon Chair captured from Chen Country.

Ninety-nine percent new.

Taken personally by Prince Qin, genuine.

Price negotiable.

Can offer a knife.

Yue Qianfeng almost laughed until he bled.

In fact, his wound did bleed due to the wild laughter, but he didn’t mind. Tears of laughter came to his eyes, wound bled, patting Li Guanyi on the shoulder saying, no one in the world would dare want a dethroned king’s Dragon Chair.

Especially buying it from the invading Overlord, are they trying to live longer?

"Otherwise, Your Majesty should melt this thing down."

After much contemplation, Li Guanyi made a new choice, he said: "Melting it down is still too wasteful." When Prince Qin said this, his hand pressed down on the Dragon Chair, as if to sit upon it.

Li Guan said: "Take it back, prepare a courtyard to house it."

"Open it for the people to see."

Yue Qianfeng’s laughter abruptly stopped: "Ah???"

Prince Qin brightly eyed, counting on fingers, said: "Melting it down, it’s just gold with not so good purity. Gold is certainly valuable, but it’s ultimately a one-time trade."

"This is a Dragon Chair!"

"Symbol of imperial power, embodying overlordship; generations of heroes have sought this. From historical significance, or any other, culturally speaking, melting it is too wasteful, how could it be melted?!"

"Yue, you’re really a crude person!"

Yue Qianfeng dumbstruck, pointing a thick finger at himself: "Ah??"

Prince Qin confidently, with eyes nearly sparkling with golden light; even Duan Qingyu understood what was written in the depths of Prince Qin’s eyes—

"Too much of a waste!"

Sure enough, after a series of mutual appreciation and significant descriptors, Prince Qin’s tone shifted, saying: "Entering to see the Dragon Chair, only ten coins! Isn’t it reasonable!"

Yue Qianfeng: "..."

Duan Qingyu: "..."

Prince Qin’s eyes shone bright, his mental calculations loud and clear, saying: "Besides transferring culture, explaining materials, we can charge money repeatedly, and waive fees during holidays."

"Plus, the gold remains."

Yue Qianfeng’s mouth twitched; eventually, he burst out laughing, a laugh so deep it seemed to make him double over in pain—it was that little fellow from seven years ago, in a ruined temple on a rainy night intent on melting and hiding even an ounce of gold from the Night Cavalry’s sheathed sword.

By now, he’s a hero sweeping across the Central Plains, still the same way.

No, poorer and more cunning!

Yue Qianfeng couldn’t stop laughing.