Zhao Hanzhang reassured softly, "Mother, I have it under control, we won't suffer a loss."
Mrs. Wang looked skeptical, "Really?"
"But your great-uncle is also a wise man, if you don't lose, how could he?"
Zhao Hanzhang couldn't explain the advantage of information disparity, so she said, "I'm smarter than Great Uncle, of course, in his eyes, this isn't losing, but a win-win."
Unless history takes a sharp turn in the next trajectory, Luoyang is without danger, otherwise, Zhao Changyu will surely suffer a loss.
Zhao Hanzhang hadn't expected that the forthcoming history would indeed take a turn, but it was in a different direction.
Zhao Hanzhang placed the incense and then turned to look at the weary faces of Mrs. Wang and others, telling them, "You should go back and rest, I will keep vigil tonight."
Mrs. Wang hurriedly said, "You go back then, tonight I'll keep vigil. You've kept vigil for three consecutive nights."
