Jiang Cai did not know how to comfort her younger brother in front of her.
She was indeed Jiang Gao's strategist, but she truly felt a sense of frustration and regret towards Jiang Gao, like hating iron for not turning into steel. Such a gentleman of elegance and grace could be the successor of Jiang Wanxiang but could not be the pillar of a chaotic era.
Everyone can do what they want to do.
But Jiang Gao cannot.
He is Jiang Wanxiang's son, the eldest son and Crown Prince, also the heir to the nation. A king has no blood and tears; he has to bear the great ambitions of the successive kings, bearing the final tumultuous changes of the chaotic era that spanned hundreds of years.
But even so, using such methods, calculating step by step to push Jiang Gao to transform, still leaves Jiang Cai feeling complex emotions, though complex, she still must do it.
Daying, the world, all hangs in this single thought.
In the Grandmaster's eyes, there's no Jiang Gao, nor Jiang Yuan.
