Chapter 1337: Planning

"Defect to the French!"

The five Indian chiefs were stunned, then immediately frowned; they, the Indians, held a monstrous, genocidal hatred for the British and the French.

Asking them to defect to the French was truly somewhat unrealistic.

"Qingyang Xiansheng, this..."

The Indian chief wore a troubled expression, truly not knowing what to do; letting them defect to the French was more painful than killing them.

They could die in battle, but they could not defect to their mortal enemies.

At this moment, Chief Wang suddenly stood up and said, "Qingyang Xiansheng, I am willing to lead my tribe to defect to the French and help Longyan complete its great cause in America!"

The other Indian chiefs were stunned and stared blankly at Chief Wang: "Chief Wang, can you really swallow this insult?"

"That is the French; have you forgotten the humiliation you suffered at the hands of the French, and have you forgotten how the people of your tribe died?"

Chief Wang recalled that day when their tribe's blood flowed like a river, and his level of fury climbed steadily.

Chief Wang's expression was ferocious, his fists clenched tight, and he shouted in a low voice: "Of course I haven't forgotten!"

"It is precisely because of this that we must defect to the French; have you forgotten that Qingyang Xiansheng just said that we Indians are the most numerous in America?"

"We are defecting to the French to save our Indian people; can you not understand that?"

The other chiefs were not fools; they understood as soon as Chief Wang pointed it out.

They were all chiefs, and since Indians gathered in the form of tribes, a chief was equivalent to their king.

If they could lobby the French, relying on their status and identity, they could definitely assemble a large group of Indians.

At that time, they could gather together to strike back.

Thinking of this, the other chiefs immediately made up their minds, their gazes firm.

"Qingyang Xiansheng is brilliant; we understand, we will set off now."

Qingyang Shuo nodded and said, "Good, but you may have to suffer some grievances for a period of time."

"For the sake of the future, what is a little grievance like this!" the five Indian chiefs shouted in unison.

Qingyang Shuo turned his back and waved his hand: "Go..."

Today, these five chiefs, who were usually highly respected in the city, led their tribes out of the city in a dejected manner amidst a chorus of curses.

Soon, Longyan City issued a decree suspending business with powers such as the British and the French.

Immediately following this, the French and British in America were suddenly plunged into a state of fury, but neither side acted rashly.

Envoys from both countries came one after another to negotiate terms with Qingyang Shuo.

It is unknown how long they haggled, but the French side was rejected every time.

However, the British reached a consensus with Longyan, tentatively allowing the British to trade through Longyan City, but limiting the number of shipments and the types of goods.

Better than nothing.

The French were trapped in America, anxious to break the status quo, and wanted to ignite a war.

It just so happened that at this time, the five Indian chiefs brought important intelligence to the French: Longyan City had taken a fancy to a mountain range, which was said to contain very precious mineral deposits.

They had already assembled troops in the north.

Upon hearing that it was a mineral vein the Longyan intended to occupy, the French could no longer sit still; those detestable Longyan.

The French immediately sent troops to occupy this mountain range, but when their massive army arrived there, there was not a single Longyan person to be found.

There were only the British, and the French believed that the British had taken a step ahead and occupied this mountain range.

The French general was immediately furious; this was a place they were supposed to occupy, how could they let the British take it.

The hatred between their French and the British was even greater than that with the Longyan.

The French and the British had been enemies for over a hundred years.

Both sides immediately opened fire; it was said that many were killed or wounded, and in the end, the French obtained this mountain range with a slight advantage.

Everything that happened in America was written into a letter by Qingyang Shuo and sent to Liu Zheng in Austria.

The capital of Austria, Vienna.

Liu Zheng looked at the developments in America and nodded.

He thought to himself that Qingyang Shuo was indeed worthy of being called a master; using the Indians to oppose the French and the British was a good move.

However, he pondered that the situation in America was already so tense, and with the outbreak of the Seven Years' War, in his impression, that person should be appearing soon.

Once that person appeared, the situation in America would likely become even more chaotic; he wondered whose Strategy was deeper, his or Qingyang Shuo's.

"This is getting interesting."

Liu Zheng finished reading the letter, placed it over a candle to ignite it, and watched this document containing secrets burn to ashes.

He sprawled on the luxurious sofa like a salted fish, looking at the dome, when Xie Chan, who had just finished bathing, walked in.

The candlelight flickered; he watched Xie Chan draped in a bathrobe, leaning against the corner of the wall, a faint smile hanging on her lips.

Liu Zheng's heart stirred; a lotus rising from the water, that was probably about it.

The wind blew, the bathrobe fluttered, making Liu Zheng's heart ripple, his eyes gleaming, and he suddenly understood a question.

Why must there be a bridal chamber ritual when getting married.

Why had he not had a bridal chamber ritual yet during his own travel wedding? He had been careless!

Liu Zheng rushed over, picked up Xie Chan, and headed for the room, placing her on the bed; seeing his impatient manner, Xie Chan giggled.

"What are you doing?"

Xie Chan asked, knowing the answer.

Liu Zheng had no time to answer; he was struggling to undo his clothes, while inwardly cursing: what kind of things did Europeans invent, so hard to undo, is this not going to drive me crazy!

At this moment, Xie Chan moved his hands away and helped him undo the first button.

Liu Zheng stared at her blankly.

Xie Chan smiled lightly, looking into Liu Zheng's eyes; she was bold and spirited by nature, but at this moment a flush appeared on her face, yet she still said softly: "Didn't you say... an inch of time in the spring night is worth a thousand pieces of gold."

A night of wind and rain...

When the next day arrived, Liu Zheng climbed up from the floor and looked at the messy room; it was all because the wind was too strong yesterday.

Xie Chan had not slept on the bed either, but was lying on the sofa in the room.

Seeing that she had not woken up, Liu Zheng helped her cover herself with the quilt and smiled lightly, his eyes full of tenderness.

Just at this moment, a knocking sound came from outside the door.

Liu Zheng put on his clothes and walked out.

Just after Liu Zheng left, Xie Chan secretly squinted her eyes open and moved her body, feeling sore all over, remembering last night as if she had been rammed by a wild beast.

Even though she had trained before, she could barely endure it.

She could not move today, so she might as well rest at home; Xie Chan closed her eyes again and began to snore.

Meanwhile, outside the door, Liu Zheng invited the visitor to sit in the living room.

"Count Austin, how do you have the time to come here and find me?"

Regarding the fact that Count Austin could find his residence, Liu Zheng was not the least bit surprised; when he came to buy the house, he had not avoided it at all.

For a Noble with status and position like Count Austin, as long as he inquired a little, he would know where Liu Zheng was currently living.

Count Austin's expression was somewhat heavy; he looked at Liu Zheng, but every time the words reached his lips, he swallowed them back.

Liu Zheng saw this in his eyes and asked without the slightest hesitation.

"Count Austin, if there is something, just say it directly."