Chapter 1631 – Conquer Nan Sheng, Kill An Huan (43)
Jiang Ji clearly noticed the peculiar expressions on everyone’s faces and cleared her throat to ease the awkwardness.
“Are the evidence solid?”
“Certainly, it’s the Nan family from Fenzhou.”
The Nan family from Fenzhou is truly a powerful clan in Nan Sheng; they have money, food, and people. Even Yang Tao had to give them a bit of face and respect earlier. To put it simply, the Nan family is like the sponsors or investors for the warlords—definitely a gold master.
Who wouldn’t show some respect to a gold master?
Yet, Jiang Ji didn’t play by the rules, offending the Nan family the moment she arrived, using force to seize half of their wealth. The fertile lands they had were confiscated, and even their ancestors’ graves were not spared from repeated visits. Even a mud figure would have a temper, let alone the Nan family.
Naturally, the Nan family was furious and schemed to kill Jiang Ji.
They had investigated Jiang Ji’s daily routine in advance, bribed insiders, and set up over a hundred assassins on her path.
Jiang Ji was completely unaware of all this beforehand.
Even if she were as perceptive as ever, she couldn’t control every little thing; there would inevitably be some oversights. The Nan family succeeded in laying this ambush without alerting her; part of the blame rested on her arrogance, but more credit was due to the Nan family’s scheming.
If Jiang Ji didn’t have the ability to take on a hundred opponents by herself, any other warlord would have found themselves in a deadlock.
Of course, on the flip side, it was precisely because of her martial prowess that she dared to be so reckless.
If others tried to imitate her, they’d probably end up as nothing but dust.
With another warlord, the Nan family’s scheme would have succeeded.
Wei Ci asked, “How does the Lord intend to deal with this?”
“The words of assassins cannot be trusted fully. Send someone to investigate again. If it really is the Nan family…” Jiang Ji suddenly chuckled lightly, her lips parting to reveal a few white teeth, strangely carrying a chilling murderous intent, “To spare them? Should we let them celebrate the new year?”
If the Nan family didn’t witness the consequences of trying to kill her, they would never learn their lesson.
“Annihilation of the clan?”
“Annihilate!”
Jiang Ji’s decision met no resistance.
Even though some might feel that wiping out an entire clan was too harsh, they wouldn’t let that sentiment bring displeasure to their Lord.
Among Jiang Ji’s followers, aside from a few who surrendered with Yang Tao, most hailed from Dongqing, where the aristocratic class was somewhat fewer than the commoners. Especially among her close aides, the commoners had a decisive advantage. Among the mid-level and grassroots groups, the aristocrats held sway, but their voice was weak.
The commonalities between these aristocrats and the Nan family were simply based on the title of “noble.” That connection wasn’t enough for them to risk receiving Jiang Ji’s wrath by speaking up. From a standpoint of interests, the Nan family hadn’t aligned with them either.
In conclusion, the decision to annihilate the clan stood firm—after all, it wasn’t their clan being wiped out.
With a few casual words sealing the Nan family’s fate, it was time to settle the debts from Jiang Ji’s solo actions.
Wei Ci and the others didn’t speak harshly, nor did they utter a single word of reproach toward Jiang Ji; they lectured her like a strict school principal making her lower her head. Had they not considered her face as the Lord, Jiang Ji would have been left wondering if they would make her write a letter of guarantee…
“Why do I feel like to them, my solo actions are more serious than this assassination attempt?”
As Jiang Ji finally satisfied her hunger on the leftover cold dishes, having devoured three large bowls of rice along with her late-night snacks, it was already quite late. She rarely stayed live this late; the idle viewers had laughed at her all evening, and she forced them to watch her eat.
The live chat was filled with golden comments.
“Oh Christmas!”: If you had obediently followed orders and not wandered off alone, the assassination would have been just one time. But since you always act recklessly, you’re bound to face more than one assassination attempt in the future. Comparatively, keeping you in check is far more important. While it’s true that the streamer is bold and skilled, they can’t just let you run rampant without limits! Over time, someone might inevitably feel discontent.
The idlers joked, but they were serious in their suggestions.
Ancient strategists were like a bunch of tricky little spirits; when things went well, they were fantastic, but when they were displeased, they could turn against you quickly. The way strategists think is different from ordinary folks. The possibility of them rebelling against Jiang Ji due to her reckless actions isn’t off the table.
For example, there was a certain strategist in history who switched sides and turned against their employer simply because they didn’t get along with them.
True fans and haters often lie on a fine line.
If Jiang Ji continued to act recklessly, it was hard to guarantee that no one would change from a fan to a hater.
In fact, many viewers in the livestream had gone from loving Jiang Ji to hating her due to some changes. If these viewers could turn just by being on the other side of the dimensional divide, how much worse would it be for those who had to deal with her flaws up close every day?
Jiang Ji asked, “Is it really that serious?”
Many of the working-class idlers assured her confidently, “Absolutely!”
If they had a boss like her, as great as she might claim to be, over time, they would surely jump ship.
It was true that Jiang Ji was the Lord, but she also couldn’t expect her subordinates to tolerate everything unconditionally.
The idlers’ words held some truth, and Jiang Ji sighed, feeling anxious as she scratched her head, ultimately choosing to calm down and reflect.
She had one good quality, which was not being stubborn. When she was wrong, she acknowledged it and wouldn’t throw a tantrum insisting she was right.
During her reflection, she realized Wei Ci was genuinely upset.
Once the crowd dispersed, he didn’t seek her out as usual to help organize the documents she needed to handle the next day, not even casting her an extra glance.
Though this awkwardness wouldn’t last long, Jiang Ji was still unaccustomed to it.
“Your Dad”: You should be…
Jiang Ji knew the Old Commander was lurking in the chat and couldn’t help but cover her face and say, “Am I really that terrible?”
“Your Dad”: What do you think?
Jiang Ji lay back in the corridor, limbs sprawled out, basking in the moonlight.
“I’m starting to doubt how you chose me as your successor back then. After all, I do have a lot of flaws.”
“Your Dad”: It’s rare that the bold and fearless you would actually question yourself.
Jiang Ji was taken aback.
“Your Dad”: Because the good overshadowed the bad; sure you have flaws, but the Seventh Legion is a frontline combat unit, not a logistics one. The General’s main role is to command and motivate the troops; aren’t you doing pretty well there? I didn’t ask you to mingle with the soldiers or love them as if they were your children, right? As long as you lead them to victory on the battlefield, that’s all that matters. However…
“Then, I can serve as the leader of a combat unit, but not as a marshal, can I?” Jiang Ji asked.
“Your Dad”: Thank heavens, at least you have some self-awareness.
Jiang Ji couldn’t help but facepalm.
“I just realized something… you once said this was my assessment for succeeding as a marshal. If I merely grasped the system and achieved great merit without maturing in character, then I would only earn a grand achievement acknowledgment, but the title of marshal wouldn’t truly belong to me, would it?”
“Your Dad”: Congratulations, blind student, you’ve discovered a critical point.
Jiang Ji: “…”
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“Who was it that once painted a grand picture for me!”
What a ridiculous claim that grasping the Chaos Heavenly Brain would equate to being the pre-appointed marshal—absolute nonsense!
