When Hu Hua sent Xie Zhao over, he wasn’t surprised at all, and was even quite pleased.
After all, he was very satisfied with the talent Xie Zhao possessed.
Hu Hua didn’t know that the intention behind calling Xie Zhao over was to investigate Chu Heng’s actions in the Ministry of War. Both sides had their own objectives, but unexpectedly, both were satisfied.
Zhou Tianqi trained for an hour.
He was drenched in sweat, yet his spirits seemed quite good.
He frowned, walked over to Chu Heng, saw him writing something, but didn’t look closely, only saying, "This won’t work. How could you even let Xie Zhao in."
"Why can’t I let him in." Chu Heng showed no change in expression, continuing to write.
Zhou Tianqi frowned, "If you let Xie Zhao in, he’ll learn all the formations you use to train the soldiers. By the time the annual examination es around, our men won’t be able to pete with Hu Hua’s."
"Your point isn’t wrong, but have you considered this: if Minister Xiang wants training methods, could we refuse?" Chu Heng’s idea was simple, to use certain formations and training methods to attract more soldiers’ loyalty.
After all, strength is what can truly win over these soldiers.
Rather than contending with Xiang City and Hu Hua, he wanted to win over more soldiers.
Even if those soldiers ing to learn weren’t under his mand now, as long as they had a favorable impression of him, his goal was achieved.
Zhou Tianqi didn’t agree with his perspective: "Even if Minister Xiang asks, we can still hide some details."
"Just because they’re not your soldiers, does it mean you don’t want to care for them?" Chu Heng casually remarked.
Zhou Tianqi paused, at a loss for words, looked at Chu Heng, his gaze somewhat distant. After an unknown period, he reluctantly let out a sigh, ashamed, turning his head away: "Lord Chu, just take it as if I never said anything."
"It’s just..." He turned and took a couple of steps away, then stopped, with his back to Chu Heng, couldn’t help but remind, "Lord Chu, I understand your good intentions, but the relationships in the capital are intricate. Perhaps one day, those you’ve helped may turn against you."
"If it truly es to that, it only means my skills aren’t sufficient. Even without today’s matter, it wouldn’t change anything." Chu Heng responded indifferently, lifting his brush to continue writing.
He needed reform, because progress was rather slow, also related to the Emperor’s recent reluctance to see him, so Chu Heng simply immersed himself in the barracks, writing small notes for each soldier, recording their family situations, personalities, and more.
He penned these freely, on the surface merely ordinary records, seemingly insignificant, yet what he wrote, only he understood.
Because of this, even those secretly sent to spy on what he wrote, upon seeing his content, merely thought he was idle, not finding any use in it.
They thought he was mad for doing such things.
In any case, Chu Heng’s progress was smooth, and when the time was right, these records would bee useful.
In the evening, after finishing his tasks, Chu Heng returned home early.
At night, he dined with Ye Muyu, and naturally, they spent time together, sharing what they had done during the day.
Then happily went to sleep.
Ever since Ye Muyu learned that the Deng Family planned to send people to cause unfounded troubles.
She had been keeping watch.
With effect.
The opposition couldn’t even make a fuss before being interrupted by those she dispatched.
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