System Blessing: The Young Master of the Dong Family and Diao Chan's Fate

The two armies fought and cut off their food supply.

This is something that needs to be done in almost any war.

Therefore, although Dong Yu and others hoped to cut off the food supply, they did not put all their hopes on it.

No strategy can be 100% successful.

With multiple moves, the winning rate will be higher.

"My lord, the Prime Minister is also from Xiliang. I wonder if he has any connections with Han Sui and Ma Teng?"

Xun You looked at Dong Yu and asked curiously.

"Why do you ask this?"

Dong Yu asked somewhat puzzled.

"Any attempt to unite will inevitably create gaps. By magnifying these gaps, we can divide them."

"In the past, the six kingdoms united to attack Qin. Although they were united, they found it difficult to unite against the enemy internally."

"What we have to do now is to destroy the enemy's alliance and then defeat them one by one."

Xun You stroked his beard and began to speak of his intentions.

"When Han Sui was still Han Yue, he had some interactions with my father."

"But after so many years, I'm afraid we've become strangers."

Dong Yu shook his head and said.

"It doesn't matter."

“What matters is not what is now, but what was.”

"Han Sui is often called Han Jiuqu. This not only means that his mind is like the nine bends of the Yellow River, but also means that he has nine daughters."

"Why not have the Prime Minister write a letter, saying that they want their children to be married to each other, and promising many benefits. Regardless of whether this is successful or not, once Ma Teng's people get wind of the news, they will be resentful."

Xun You looked at Dong Yu and said very seriously.

"Children and relatives?"

"That won't do. I already have so many wives and concubines in my house."

Dong Yu shook his head repeatedly.

Of course, there was another point. He felt that Han Sui was a rough man and his daughter would not be that pretty either.

If she was decent looking, he might have made some sacrifices reluctantly.

"My Lord, please do not let your children's personal affairs delay the affairs of state."

"Even if the lord doesn't like it, just keep it in the mansion. It won't waste much food."

Guo Jia placed his arm on Dong Yu's shoulders and raised an eyebrow with a smile.

Hearing this, Dong Yu remembered the method Jia Xu gave to Cao Cao in history.

But if you think about it carefully, Ma Teng is the main one now. Compared with the young Ma Dapao, Ma Teng is still somewhat stable.

Of course, Dong Zhuo’s relationship with Han Sui was not the same as his relationship with Cao Cao.

"I'll go talk to my father."

Dong Yu thought about it again and again and felt that what Guo Jia said was not bad.

It's just supporting a woman, and it doesn't cost much to provide her with food and shelter.

If the enemy can be easily repelled, the cost will pale into insignificance compared to the cost of fighting the war.

Prime Minister's Mansion

Apart from managing some major affairs, Dong Zhuo now handed over almost all government affairs to Li Ru.

After all, I am old and my body is not as good as before. Even if I want to work hard, I don’t have enough energy.

Now he looks like an ordinary old man, playing with his grandson all day long.

"Don't...don't pull...ancestor!"

Dong Zhuo looked at Dong Ying, who was in his arms, with her small hands randomly pulling at his curly beard, his eyes full of doting.

"Hahaha..."

A babyish laugh came from the little kid's mouth.

Even the most brutal person has a tender side.

"Prime Minister, the young master is here."

A servant ran over and reminded Dong Zhuo.

"What are you doing here again?"

“It’s really annoying.”

"You're such a grown-up, what can't you handle on your own?"

Dong Zhuo said impatiently.

"No, you won't care about your son anymore if you have a grandson?"

"Besides, don't you have a young son?"

Dong Yu said sourly.

"That's nothing."

"Tell me, what's the matter?"

Dong Zhuo obviously didn't take Dong Yu's mention of his son who was almost the same age as his grandson very seriously.

Dong Zhuo knew that given his physical condition, he would never be able to see the little boy grow up.

"Write a letter to Han Sui."

Dong Yu didn't say anything else and immediately stated his purpose.

"Han Sui?"

"What is there to talk about with him?"

"A sinister person will stab you in the back."

As an old acquaintance, Dong Zhuo did not think much of Han Sui.