Chapter 95

Zhu Yuanzhang looked at Jiang Huan before him, his brows furrowed as he asked.

"Jiang Huan, do you say that winning a battle absolutely requires soldiers?"

The corner of Jiang Huan's mouth twitched slightly.

Do you want to listen to what you are saying yourself?

What do you mean winning a battle absolutely requires soldiers?

We can win!

If this can win, look how many people will rebel tomorrow!

Zhu Yuanzhang's brows were tightly furrowed.

He raised his head to look at Jiang Huan, then immediately waved his hand and said.

"You warrior, you cannot understand such profound matters."

"Is that fellow Su Qiao being honest recently?"

Jiang Huan helplessly lowered his head and said.

"Honest. This subject, following Your Majesty's orders, is waiting for autumn with good food and drink."

Zhu Yuanzhang snorted coldly.

"Then has he been afraid recently? If he is afraid, remember to tell us."

"Uh... no. As the days get closer, Lord Su seems... happier and happier."

"In these few days, he has obviously spoken much more."

Zhu Yuanzhang's face darkened, and he gritted his teeth, asking in a low voice.

"Then what is he saying?"

"He says nothing; the Hu Weiyong accomplices locked up in the Imperial Prison all give a thumbs up."

"Last night, Lord Su insisted on talking from the Franks to the Fourth Young Lady of the House of Lord Liu, the Righteous Benevolent Marquis..."

Hearing this, Zhu Yuanzhang couldn't help but snort coldly.

"He is indeed a talent. The Franks, Righteous Benevolent... the fourth daughter of the Liu landlord in our village?!"

Zhu Yuanzhang's old face immediately dropped; he stamped his foot and looked at Jiang Huan beside him, asking.

"What did he say about the Liu landlord?!"

Jiang Huan lowered his head and said.

"Lord Su said Your Majesty truly repays kindness with gratitude."

"That Righteous Benevolent Marquis was absolutely granted his title because Lord Liu was willing to give Your Majesty land to bury Emperor Renzu."

"Absolutely not because of the fourth daughter of the Liu landlord's family."

"Even if the Fourth Young Lady Liu was childhood sweethearts with Your Majesty in the village in her early years, it is absolutely Your Majesty repaying kindness with gratitude..."

Zhu Yuanzhang's old face turned iron-green with anger.

"We already said, don't let Tang He shout blindly, yet he still dares to tell Xu Da."

"Who in the old brothers of Fengyang doesn't know Xu Da's mouth is so big?"

"When our sister was alive, she didn't lack turning her face away from us because of this Fourth Young Lady!"

"Let him keep shouting; if history records this line about us, sooner or later we will go down and settle the score with him!"

Zhu Yuanzhang panted, staring at Jiang Huan.

After hesitating for a long time, he gritted his teeth and said.

"This fellow must have a way."

"We must ask him clearly today."

Hearing this.

Jiang Huan's heart couldn't help but feel like ten thousand horses were galloping.

Just this?

If there really is a way to win a battle without soldiers.

Then wouldn't all those aunties at the village entrance become Zhuge Liangs?!

Before Jiang Huan could catch up with Zhu Yuanzhang's steps.

Zhu Yuanzhang walked back in a huff.

Pointing at Jiang Huan, he said.

"That, tomorrow send two people to Fengyang to ask if the Fourth Young Lady Liu is doing well recently."

"Yes... ah?"

Zhu Yuanzhang's face darkened.

"What 'ah'? We are just getting old; can't we want to talk to a few old friends?! If news leaks out, we will cut off your head!"

Having said this, Zhu Yuanzhang, with an iron-green face, led Jiang Huan towards the direction of the Imperial Prison.

Inside the Imperial Prison.

Su Qiao's voice constantly echoed in the cell.

Occasionally, a few chuckles were heard.

Even the guards of the Imperial Prison leaned against the bars with interest, listening to Su Qiao tell stories.

After all, those who could enter this place were simply not ordinary people.

These guards did not even hold higher official ranks than the prisoners inside the cell.

With Su Qiao stirring things up like this, the entire Imperial Prison suddenly became a place of merriment.

"My Lord Su, do tell us the story of Young Lady Liu Si of Fengyang again."

"Alas, Young Lady Liu Si was a woman of bitter fate; in her early years, she was the finest flower in a lonely village."

"How was her fate bitter? Her father was a wealthy landlord, and she was a young lady from childhood; what was bitter about that?!"

"At that time, Young Lady Liu Si had only been married for two days when Your Majesty happened to return to the hometown to worship the ancestors."

"Then, guess what happened?"

The group of grown men in the Imperial Prison instantly perked up, each looking at Su Qiao with renewed vigor and asking,

"What happened, what happened?"

"My Lord Su, speak quickly! Our hearts feel as if cat claws are scratching them!"

Before Su Qiao could finish speaking,

"Bang!"

the great gate of the Imperial Prison was kicked open from the outside by Zhu Yuanzhang.

In an instant, the entire Imperial Prison fell into a dead silence.

All the prisoners had no choice but to kneel awkwardly on the ground and shout "Your Majesty" in unison.

Su Qiao had no choice but to shut his mouth resentfully.

Zhu Yuanzhang's old face, purple with red, stared fixedly at Su Qiao and asked through gritted teeth,

"Good lad, good lad indeed, you know quite a lot."

No sooner had the words left his lips.

than Zhu Yuanzhang heard whispering from the neighboring cell,

"Whoa, is this story true?"

"Damn, I thought My Lord Su was just making it up."

"We're done for; will Your Majesty silence us to cover our tracks?"

"After entering this place, did you still expect to get out?"

"That's true."

"..."

Seeing Zhu Yuanzhang with eyes wide open in fury, Su Qiao looked at Zhu Yuanzhang helplessly and asked,

"Your Majesty, what brings you the leisure to visit your subject here?"

Zhu Yuanzhang stared fixedly at Su Qiao, forcibly suppressing the anger in his heart, and asked,

"I have come now to ask you one thing."

"If, as you wish, the imperial clan of our Great Ming were to die in battle beyond the passes,"