Footsteps halted, moonlight shimmered upon the flowing stream.
Xu Yuan remained silent for a long time.
This question would be of no use even if he answered it.
Because Li Yucheng had only spoken half a sentence.
"What about you?"
"What about your household retainers?"
If the Prime Minister's Mansion were merely a regional warlord faction, no matter how vast, there might still be room for negotiation.
In the form of splitting the land and granting titles.
But unfortunately, the Prime Minister's Mansion is entrenched directly in the heart of Dayan, already infiltrating through Dayan's veins and marrow into every corner of the Imperial Dynasty.
The conflict is irreconcilable.
The eruption has only been delayed because the sects still exist.
Once the calamity of the sects is resolved, what awaits is the cage fight between Imperial Chancellor and Imperial Chancellor.
Xu Yuan took a deep breath, avoided directly answering, and said:
