Chapter 1987

After all, they came from a rebel faction—once they spoke, Guo Xiang was left frozen in place.

Though her temperament was somewhat unorthodox, she was still of the Guo Fu, and under her parents' influence, the idea of opposing the imperial court had never crossed her mind.

Hearing such shocking words, her emotions could not possibly remain calm.

Lin Pingzhi nodded: "The Zhao Song is weak; Miss Guo Xiang could easily replace them."

Shang Xiuxun agreed: "Indeed. We're no longer ordinary people—we must do extraordinary things."

Guo Xiang smiled bitterly: "I fear my parents won't agree."

Su Xiao laughed: "No problem. Your parents may not be that rigid. If you truly do this, they'll likely turn a blind eye. By the way, you can tell them we support you—and we can give you rice yielding thousands of jin per mu, and grain crops yielding thousands of jin per mu, so that all under heaven may eat their fill. With such great righteousness, how could they oppose you?"

This is called moral coercion.

For those with morals, this tactic is far more powerful than any real sword or spear!

Of course, if one has no morals, this trick means nothing at all.

Yin Susu gasped: "Rice yielding thousands of jin per mu?! How is that possible!"

Su Xiao smiled: "You've cultivated the Dao—what's impossible about that?"

The others, stunned and puzzled, suddenly understood—yes, they had all cultivated the Dao; such things were no longer so hard to accept.

Guo Xiang nodded: "Then I'll try. But seizing the realm is easy—governing it is hard."

Su Xiao: "Minor issue. I'll find you a modern world and recruit a team to handle governance. You only oversee the big picture; the rest you don't need to manage—and it won't affect your cultivation."

Guo Xiang: "Recruit people from the modern world? You mean those who work overtime at night? Eight or nine hours a day—that's too cruel. If they come to me, I won't let them work at night."

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In the age of agriculture, one rises with the sun and rests when it sets.

Working eight or nine hours a day, even into the night—since learning of this, Guo Xiang found it absurd.

It's more exhausting than a mill horse!

Su Xiao laughed: "That's perfect—they'll surely be grateful to you."

Guo Xiang blinked in surprise: "Isn't that only natural? Even the retainers in our household don't work that long."

Yin Susu and the others nodded.

Though servants and slaves had no rights, their working hours were certainly not that long.

In fact, servants in wealthy households lived far better than commoners of the same era.

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The group wandered through Xiang Yang for a while, touring the war fortress, then returned to the Guo Fu.

Nightfall.

Just after admiring the night view, heavy snowflakes began drifting from the sky, and the temperature plummeted.

Guo Xiang was astonished: "It's so hot—why is it snowing?"

Su Xiao's gaze sharpened: "Heaven and earth are changing!"

Shang Xiuxun gasped: "Heaven and earth are changing?"

Su Xiao nodded: "You'll know tomorrow. This is Heaven unleashing its wrath."

Upon hearing this, Huang Yaoshi and the others were instantly alarmed.

Meanwhile.

All the people of Xiang Yang stared blankly at the sky, watching the drifting snowflakes, their faces filled with dread.

Snow in June—this is no good omen.

Outside Xiang Yang.

Snowflakes fell upon the earth, sinking into the soil.

Landing on Ma Er's back, his form instantly changed—he became a giant wolf, over ten feet tall.

The Mongol cavalry, beneath the snow, transformed in an instant into towering giants over three meters tall, their weapons mutating into massive arms, their fierce aura growing even fiercer.

Hundreds of thousands of Mongol iron cavalry were instantly strengthened manyfold, becoming transcendent beings.

Yet the Mongols themselves remained oblivious, accepting it as normal—as if they had always been this way.

In the Mongol camp, Möngke gazed at the map and waved his hand: "Tomorrow we storm the city—Xiang Yang will fall!"