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Meng Wu felt a sudden sadness as she realized that once again, she was passing by her home without entering. She wondered how her mother was doing; it would be wonderful if she had the chance to visit her. The scene of her mother sending her child off at the village entrance seemed like it happened just yesterday, yet several Years had already passed.
At this moment of solitude, Luzi noticed and gently placed a hand on her shoulder, patting it lightly. “General Meng, do you remember the vow we made when we left home?”
How could she forget!? When the world is unified, that will be the time for me to return home. Meng Wu forced a smile and took a deep breath. Life is short, and she wondered if she would ever return home in this lifetime.
Luzi clenched his fist tightly. “You see, China was originally one nation, but due to the feudal system, many countries emerged unnecessarily. Everyone is so focused on their own desires that they neglect the happiness of the common people. The wars over the years have drained the foundation of our Huaxia people, yet no one seems to care. Now we, the Good Men with aspirations in all directions, must strive tirelessly for the unification of the world. Sacrificing ourselves for a greater cause is worth it if it means future generations will know no war!”
If a person does not have to worry about making a living every day, they rarely encounter the hardships of those who toil for their survival. In her years among the common folk, Meng Wu saw that the poorer they worked, the poorer they became, leading to homelessness and despair. Meanwhile, the rich could live in luxury without lifting a finger, oblivious to the suffering of the common people.
Where does the problem lie? Why do hard work and effort not guarantee a comfortable life? Is fate truly so predetermined? Is poverty and wealth already decided for this life? But why do such injustices happen in other countries while remaining unseen in her own? Effort should yield rewards unless one is lazy.
Commoners can achieve wealth through merit, while those without merit can fall into poverty. This is what fairness means—giving everyone a chance to realize their dreams. To ensure that Luzi can be seen as someone important by others, even Sovereign is tightening their belt. She believes that when the world is unified, there will be fewer helpless poor people and more happiness.
Wasn't our original dream to establish a fair and just nation!? If so, what is there to hesitate about? Meng Wu asked, “Luzi! Can you tell me what 'the world' really is?”
Luzi pointed at the hurried passersby on Outside. “The world consists of you, me, and everyone on this street; it encompasses all living beings. True happiness comes from peace—real peace without worldly disputes! People can rest and thrive, enjoying life while reminiscing about ancient times.”
As Meng Wu listened to these words, she couldn't help but envision golden wheat fields—a joy after harvest without fear of being robbed. A peaceful life is indeed what constitutes 'the world'! With this thought in mind, she clenched her fists tightly. “Let’s go! From now on, I will accompany you wherever you go until our dream comes true.”
Luzi smiled slightly. “You are mistaken! Going to Chu State is my responsibility.”
“Oh!?” Meng Wu was taken aback by this answer and quickly asked, “Prime Minister Jiang, why is that? I thought you brought Your Excellency here so I could serve as your personal guard.”
She remembered when she and her young friends were together; they referred to each other by adult titles out of youthful ignorance. Since Luzi hailed from Qi State, he was called Jiang. Moreover, since he was still just a child among them, they simply referred to him as Prime Minister Jiang. Naturally, with a prime minister present, there were also various generals beneath him. However, these were private titles used among friends; in front of outsiders, they would still address each other appropriately.
This form of address has continued to this day, and no one has suggested changing it. Whenever they gather together, they still use the old names. This creates a sense of closeness, preventing any awkwardness from years of separation. Although the companions from back then have all grown up and are now facing many taboo issues, the unspoken rules of the past still hold true and are quietly preserved deep in their hearts.
"General Meng!" Luzi laughed heartily. "If you really get caught up in being my bodyguard, wouldn't that be a waste of great talent? If our Your Majesty finds out about this, I might as well be eaten alive!"
"So, does that mean I have a big mission ahead?"
"Correct!" Luzi bowed respectfully. "General Meng! This time you truly are a general!"
Hearing this, Meng Wu nearly choked on his drink. He coughed a few times in protest; it was best not to say such things carelessly—one must be cautious of ears on the other side of the wall!
Luzi looked around nonchalantly. "We're in this line of work; what do you have to fear about ears on the wall? If someone really hears us, we might as well go home and farm!"
Meng Wu wholeheartedly agreed with this perspective and expressed strong support for it on the spot. If professionals were to be tricked, what else could they do? Even if he went home to farm, he probably wouldn't achieve anything noteworthy!
The matter at hand was indeed something that couldn't be discussed outside a secure location. Upon discovering that there was actually a secret chamber here, Meng Wu realized that this seemingly ordinary Great Tavern was also a hub for intelligence operations. If the Qin State were to declare war, Korea would be the first target. It was only logical for secret units to intervene in advance.
When Luzi solemnly handed over the appointment letter to Meng Wu, he finally understood that he had truly transformed into a real general. As he took the Royal Decree with both hands, an overwhelming sense of pressure washed over him. His days of carefree living were coming to an end; if one becomes too comfortable for too long, they forget their historical mission! The hardships and perseverance he had once endured now turned into deep nostalgia at this moment.
With great power comes great responsibility! What is meant for you must be embraced!
Meng Wu's excellence shone through at this moment as he immediately began assessing the situation based on the Royal Decree. Forming a secret unit from scratch was no easy task, especially since everything had to start from square one. Issues regarding personnel selection, location choice, relevant regulations, and funding all needed clear guidelines. These were merely basic requirements; all other trivial matters had to be resolved one by one.
Luzi had evidently already planned how to address these issues and had begun preparations even before traveling abroad to find Meng Wu. For personnel selection, someone had already outlined the criteria. It was believed that selected soldiers would soon be sent to training camps, with their final fate resting in Meng Wu's hands. There was no need for reports; just a word from him would suffice—those who were eliminated would return whence they came. The location had also been chosen; it would be completed and ready for use by the end of next month at the latest. As for regulations, there would be documents rigorously reviewed and approved sent over to assist when the time came. Funding posed no problem either; whatever amount was needed would surely be available!
After considering everything again and finding no further requests necessary, Meng Wu sighed and said, "Alas! To say something unpleasant, I've been waiting for this day forever. Only after taking on this responsibility do I realize that being an ordinary person can also be a kind of happiness."
Luzi quietly listened to the complaints, hands folded, without saying a word. Unlike many who held secret identities, he lived a life of luxury and comfort as a noble. As for the so-called "white body" or Woodcutter, without ability, there was certainly no responsibility. Living in ease was nice; one could indulge in a carefree existence without worrying about tomorrow. But was such a life truly meaningful? It was nothing but a pile of decayed grass and rotten wood!
Meng Wu understood well that despite currently being a general, due to the special nature of his position, this newly established department still fell under the hierarchy led by Luzi. Although Luzi appeared to have no official status, all direct members within this hierarchy knew he was a king without a crown. The power of life and death over anyone depended on Luzi's orders. It would not be an exaggeration to describe him as one person above ten thousand, for Luzi was accountable to only one individual: King Qin.
As for concerns about overshadowing the ruler with achievements, such thoughts held no ground in this circle. The hearts of the Qin people were solely devoted to the Qin State, which differed from the thoughts of many others. It was precisely because of this foundational belief that they willingly obeyed Luzi. As long as it was for the country’s sacrifice, anything was acceptable. If this foundation were lost, Luzi would be nothing. Who would dare take in someone abandoned by the Qin State?
Luzi carefully examined his childhood friend across from him and took a deep breath. "General Meng! From this day forth, we part ways, and I do not know when we will meet again. No matter where we are or when it is, do not forget the oath we once made!"
"Agreed! I always believe that success belongs to those with conviction!" Meng Wu replied earnestly, placing his right hand over his heart in salute to the highest commander of the Secret Front. Fame and fortune could never buy true respect; only those with faith and selfless dedication deserved it.
Luzi nodded with a smile, suddenly feeling particularly happy and proud. To be about to participate in bringing peace to the world and having the fortune to be part of it felt like Heavenly Will's favor upon him. He walked over and patted Meng Wu on the shoulder in encouragement before heading toward the door alone.
"Chancellor... please take care!" Meng Wu watched Luzi's retreating figure, suddenly feeling reluctant to see him go.
Hearing this, Luzi abruptly stopped and turned back, glancing around before quietly asking, "Oh! By the way! There's something I forgot to ask you; I wonder if now is the right time."
Meng Wu felt perplexed; what secrets could a Woodcutter possibly know!? Moreover, at that time, his identity was that of an Assassination agent—keeping a low profile was essential. Besides, he had no way to contact key figures; hearsay from teahouses and taverns couldn't be taken seriously.
Luzi raised his hand and scratched his cheek thoughtfully before finally asking, "I saw in reports that there have been multiple mentions of something—the Qi State's legend about a Fairy Island in the East Sea..."
Upon hearing this inquiry, Meng Wu promptly reminded him: "Chancellor! The lives and deaths of people have always been determined by heaven since ancient times, not by man!"
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