General, you should rest now; the lady is even more ruthless.

Chapter 282 Polar Bear

Sixteen, dressed in new clothes, walked down the street with a smug look on his face, occasionally winking at stray cats and dogs on the street. He was quite the dashing young man.

But some people just can't stand it.

"Get out of the way, you're blocking the way."

A hand reached out from behind and pushed him aside.

General Wu strode past, glancing at Sixteen as he passed by, and spat, "You effeminate pretty boy."

"And then?" Qi Yu asked.

Then... he was forcibly moved to a nearby stall and fell asleep by a flying kick from Sixteen.

"Then, Mr. Shi reasoned with me and appealed to my emotions, and I realized that I was wrong."

General Wu coughed twice and quickly changed the subject.

“Boss Shi’s brother is my brother. I dare not say anything else, but if you have any difficulties in the capital, just come to me, Brother Wu.”

"Thank you very much, Brother Wu," Qi Yu replied.

"General Wu, there's something I'd like to ask you. You need to give me a straight answer." Sixteen pulled him aside.

"Are we really going to war with Nanyue?"

General Wu looked around and lowered his voice: "We must go to war."

Sixteen hissed and slightly moved the fan in his hand.

"Now is not a good time, why now?"

"It is said that news has reached the palace that the General of the State of Nanyue is nearing his end. His Majesty originally wanted to wait another year or two, but the First Prince has been persuading him every day with a group of ministers in front of the palace."

"In the end, His Majesty was persuaded and, disregarding the empty treasury, forcibly dispatched troops."

General Wu shook his head and sighed: "The Third Prince does advocate peaceful exchanges, but he's out of favor, so His Majesty doesn't listen to him. By the way, these are all confidential, so don't spread them."

"Do not worry."

Sixteen gave him a reassuring look.

......

night.

Qi Yu was writing a letter at the table.

Sixteen pushed open the door and came in, reeking of alcohol.

“The Northern Ming has truly gone mad.” He sat down and began to curse, “Their own people are starving, yet they still insist on starting a war.”

In the past two days, he has deployed all his informants to gather information and has also spent his days socializing with high-ranking officials and dignitaries in Beiming, thus obtaining a great deal of information.

"What did you find out?" Qi Yu asked, holding up her pen. "Tell me, and I'll write it down."

Sixteen calmed down and said, “There are three factions in Beiming. One faction is the war faction led by the eldest prince, who brought about this war. Another faction is the waiting faction led by the fifth prince, who advocates waiting to see how things are in Nanyue in a few years and then making a move when the opportunity arises. The third faction is the truce faction led by the third prince, who has very little power and does not advocate war.”

Qi Yu wrote quickly, then looked up and asked, "What is our plan?"

“The enemy of my enemy is my friend.”

Sixteen fanned himself, masking the smell of alcohol, and leaned back in his chair.

"The chances of winning at the front are slim. Now the opportunity is in our hands. Let's send a 'besieging Wei to rescue Zhao' strategy to Qi, who is far away on the border."

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The letter was delivered to Jiang Qiqi the day after Qi Ji was captured.

At that time, Jiang and Cheng were in a standoff.

"What should I call you now?" Jiang Qiqi was angry, and her tone was sharp and sarcastic.

"Cheng Zixian? Teacher? Or White Bear?"

"Either is fine." The other person just looked at her with amusement, as if looking at a child throwing a tantrum.

"You can call me by my number if you're happy."

“1815!” Jiang Qiqi was really angry.

Why didn't he say anything after being by my side for so long?

"You recognized me a long time ago, didn't you?"

"Yes, from the first moment I saw you."