Chapter 177: The Feng Clan’s Tragedy
The adjutant frowned at his words, and Tuluo Cheng explained, "Not only the soldiers, but even the commoners here eat twice a day. And their staple food is white rice, one that is higher quality than what the emperor usually eats."
"A few years ago, I was lucky enough to accompany General Ji to an imperial banquet and taste white rice there. Even that kind of tribute rice couldn’t compare to the steamed rice eaten by the Feng Army soldiers."
Listening up to this point, the adjutant asked, "Military Advisor, what are you trying to tell me? I’m stupid, so you should stop beating around the bush and tell me directly."
"Since you said so, then I will stop beating around the bush." After he said that, Tuluo Cheng’s expression turned serious.
"Did you know that aside from having supplies clearly better than those available to the Yu Empire’s royal family, the Feng Army also possesses weapons never seen before?"
The adjutant was not surprised by his words. Before coming to Xiqiang City, they had already investigated the Feng Army and knew that the Feng Army’s weapons and armor were much more advanced than those of the Imperial Guards.
Seeing the adjutant’s expression, Tuluo Cheng asked, "Tell me, with this level of power, strength, and influence, why hasn’t Feng Xiyan rebelled? Even Prime Minister Wen is trying to manipulate the imperial court. I bet the Wen Clan’s true ambition is the dragon throne."
The moment he said this, the adjutant’s eyes widened in shock.
He quickly grabbed Tuluo Cheng’s wrist, lowered his voice, and whispered urgently, "Are you courting death?! How dare you speculate about the Wen Clan’s intentions?!"
Pulling his wrist free, Tuluo Cheng straightened his wrinkled sleeve and calmly asked, "Why shouldn’t I dare? Do you think no one sees through the Wen Clan’s wolvish ambitions?"