Leng Weiran’s face involuntarily showed a hint of embarrassment.
Of course, he knew the Marshal’s temperament—that’s precisely why he had spent so much effort and an enormous fortune bribing high-ranking officials just to get inside information.
The Marshal’s itinerary did include a visit to D City, but what in this place could be worth the attention of someone like him?
Rumour had it that his convoy hadn’t even gone near the military district. If that were true, then the only place that made sense was the shooting range. After all, in this entire region, no city had a shooting range that could compare to D City’s.
The empire had only been at peace with its neighbouring country for just over a decade, yet tensions were already rising again. If peace was an option, who would want to make money off war? But precisely because the current situation was so precarious, Leng Weiran was convinced that the Marshal would have a particular interest in arms deals.
The Leng family was indeed among the wealthiest in D City, but when everyone else was advancing, if they didn’t keep up, they would soon be drowned among the masses.
He was unwilling to accept that.
After working so hard for half his life, was he supposed to end up in an unremarkable, middling position? That’s why, after discussing with his son, he had decided to take this risk. Even if their gifts ended up being a wasted effort, at least they had tried.
Just as he was lost in thought, Leng Yiyao let out a faint smile.
“You really think… that knowing his whereabouts was just a coincidence?”
Why do these people always think so highly of themselves?
Those who stand at the very top don’t merely have a higher vantage point than others—their vision, their foresight, their capacity for strategy all exist at a level no ordinary person can reach. Otherwise, they would have long since been torn down from their pedestal and trampled by the countless ambitious souls vying for power.
Leng Weiran’s expression stiffened. “Are you saying… the Marshal deliberately let people know his movements?”
Leng Yirou shook her head and tugged on her father’s sleeve. “That doesn’t make sense. If he truly didn’t want anyone to know, he could’ve kept everything under wraps from the start.”
Leng Yiyao let out a scoff, not even bothering to acknowledge her sister’s naivety.
But Leng Weiran, seeing the mockery in his youngest daughter’s eyes, suddenly had a revelation.
That’s right.
If the Marshal really wanted to keep his movements hidden, then why was the publicly released itinerary an exact match to his actual travel schedule?
He had arrived in D City.
He had gotten here today.
The only inconsistency was his purpose for coming. Everything else was completely accurate.
Why?
“To put it bluntly,” Leng Yiyao said, making sure her sister could understand the simplest explanation, “people like you—idiots rushing to send gifts—are just his test subjects. He’s preparing for a full-scale purge within the military.”
Who accepted bribes?
Who leaked his itinerary?
Who tried to get involved in his visit to D City?
Most likely, before he even entered the city, the Marshal already had everything under his control.
The Leng family was just one of many restless, ambitious clans.
And since the Marshal had come to D City, there was no way he would let those opportunists go unpunished.
Though she had never met him, Leng Yiyao had to admit that this man’s depth, strategy, and ability to manipulate events from the shadows surpassed even the world leaders she had encountered in her previous life.
After all, politicians governed through politics.
But this man—a soldier—could play the game of power even better.
And from what she’d heard, he was also rumored to be devastatingly handsome…
She stroked her chin, a flicker of curiosity rising in her eyes.
Suddenly, she was looking forward to seeing this legendary Marshal for herself.
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