"What about my military merits if I leave..." Marquis Bolton muttered quietly: "But if I'm going to die, what's the use of merits..."
Qing Chen was stunned for a moment, you have a damn good point.
But the problem is, if you run away, who am I going to use as the puppet here, who else will listen to me?
At this moment, he had some understanding of this Marquis Bolton: no harmful intentions, just wants to enjoy life and take good care of his wife. Although a bit ambitious, he has strong self-awareness and doesn't really take his ambitions seriously.
Having self-awareness is a good thing, it's just a bit frustrating... like mud that can't stick to a wall.
But right now, Qing Chen's task isn't to get this marquis to pull himself together, he just needs to nail this mud on the wall with an iron plate so it won't run away.
