Not long after arriving at Swamp Prefecture last year, Zhao Yao had his Personal Guard set up a football field. When they were weary from training on a daily basis, they could play football to relax. However, the Personal Guard's football field was not to be used for matches with others. If others were to play, they would discover that the number of Personal Guards exceeded the usual limit.
In fact, Zhao Yao felt that the issue of his Personal Guard seriously exceeding the quota had long been noticed by others. With so many people, it's hard to hide it. Spies only needed to do a little probing to find out.
Suddenly, Zhao Yao thought of something and let out a snort of laughter.
Tong Xi, standing beside him, heard Zhao Yao's mocking laugh and felt a jolt in his heart. He mustered up the courage to ask, "Your Highness, what's the matter with you?"
Zhao Yao, with a faint smile, replied, "I was thinking that even if I raised 200,000 private soldiers, my father wouldn't blame me."
