"Of course, he's trying to reduce the pressure on the Da Lan Dynasty. As long as the two desert countries' backyard catches fire, the crisis at the southern border will be resolved."
"You surely understand these reasons, but seeing the throne right in front of you, you couldn't resist acting on impulse, wanting to take a gamble, isn't it?"
Listening to his father's questioning, Wang Xingmin remained silent.
But deep down, indeed, this was what he thought.
Even if he were truly being used, so what?
Even if Xuanmo defeated the Da Lan Dynasty, the Wang family would merely be subjects of Xuanmo.
However, if the Wang family succeeded in their uprising, even if Xuanmo lost to the Da Lan Dynasty this time, in the future, this place would belong to the Wang family, and they would become the rulers of this vast desert!
Isn't the difference worth taking a gamble on?
But the thunderous voice of Wang Chengze shattered Wang Xingmin's fantasy:
