Wen Qingyu sat in the dark ink covered with ripples, sitting at the focal point of the world's grand chessboard, with a calm gaze.
[Will choose Jiang Yuan]
[Will choose Jiang Gao]
[Will choose self-establishment]
[Will choose to fight desperately, regardless of numbers]
Every ripple is like a thought, each ripple like a rising and falling idea. Finally, a possibility emerged in the depths of the mind—[Jiang Su sacrifices Jiang Yuan to allow Jiang Gao to ascend the throne]
Wen Qingyu's plan was merely exhaustive.
Listing everything possible and impossible, and that's it.
What Wen Qingyu had to do was to choose a path among these countless thoughts. Although Jiang Su wanted Jiang Gao to grow, Wen Qingyu understood too well that what leads to growth, aside from events, is time.
As long as during this time, the internal conflicts within Ying Country are exacerbated.
"The clashing of swords and smoke of war, weapons rise on all sides."
