Let Me Give You an Idea

"Heh!" Henry Tuoba said modestly, "They call it a land of great fortune, but I remember in our last life, Duke Neville got ahold of that place—and did his family ever produce a genius like you?"

"So where did this whole 'land of fortune' rumor come from, anyway?" Grace genuinely had no idea.

"Supposedly, it was some passing enlightened monk who said so," Henry replied. "Honestly, I think it’s probably just hearsay, or maybe the locals made it up to jack up the land prices. Who knows how it started."

Grace: "...Alright, but I guess I should still thank you."

"Why thank me if it might be a fake land of fortune?"

"Thank you...for attracting so much jealousy for my dad!" Grace said. "You even broke the rules to promote a Seventh-Rank Spirit Practitioner to Deputy Prime Minister—tsk tsk tsk! He’s had smooth sailing all his life, but I bet he’ll soon find out what it means to be excluded and challenged."

Henry Tuoba laughed, tapped Grace on the forehead, and said, "Are you here to thank me, or to complain?"

"Shouldn’t I complain?"

"I really didn’t think it through. Since your dad was once Prime Minister, and the Deputy Prime Minister spot was open, I just went ahead and gave it to him."

Then, Henry Tuoba grinned and said, "How about I give you a suggestion?"

"What suggestion?"

"Go convince Evan Xiao to become the General! If your dad has the General for a son-in-law, who’d dare mess with him? Problem solved!"

"What?" Grace’s eyes widened. "You want Evan Xiao to be the General of the Vermilion Kingdom?"

On this continent where martial strength rules, the General who commands the armies is the most powerful official, no matter the country.

The General is second only to the ruler, above everyone else...

Henry Tuoba nodded. "He already brought the Blue Moon Regiment over yesterday. I mentioned it to him, but he turned me down."

Grace blinked. "Why would you even think of that?"

"The previous General was killed during the recent unrest. Right now, there’s no General in the court," Henry said.

"Don’t play dumb. I mean, why him? Sure, his cultivation is top-notch in the Blue Moon Kingdom, but here in Yanjing, he obviously can’t intimidate everyone! Plus, he’s from a vassal state—no roots, no background. How could he win people over?" Grace said.

"If he really had no roots, how could he help me suppress the imperial factions? If not for him, I’d have died a second time already," Henry replied.

Grace rubbed her thumb, looking at Henry Tuoba suspiciously. "Do you know his background or not? Tell me! He won’t say a word to me."

Henry Tuoba shook his head.

"What does shaking your head mean? You won’t tell me, or you don’t know?"

"Both."

Henry Tuoba only knows that Evan Xiao is from the Divine Race.

But as for exactly who he is, Henry really doesn’t know.

"Both? You mean, 'You don’t know. And even if you did, you wouldn’t tell me,' right?"

"Mm, well put."

"Your Majesty, we’re supposed to be strategic allies. If you keep secrets like this, how are we supposed to keep working together?" Grace shot him a threatening look. "If I become a big shot one day, watch out for me... hehehe!"

"Uh... well, it’s already daylight, I’d better get to court!" Henry Tuoba turned to leave, calling out as he walked, "Felix Zeng, bring me my court robes, quick..."

Grace watched his hurried figure disappear, rubbed her chin thoughtfully for a long moment, then left too.

Evan Xiao is definitely not simple.

There’s definitely something up with him.

Today, she was determined to get to the bottom of it.