Take Guanjun, Gain Wealth and Grain
That night.
Outside the residence, the cold wind was bleak.
Inside the residence, it was as warm as spring.
However...
At this moment, Tao Qian's heart felt as though it had been frozen with three feet of ice, shivering from the cold.
He really didn’t want to hand over Xuzhou to Long Chen!
What he said earlier was purely to be polite, to show his generosity, and to express gratitude to Long Chen for coming all the way to help.
But now, the situation was clearly slipping out of his control.
“Has Lord Tao thought it through? How exactly do you plan to negotiate?”
Long Chen's persistent voice rang out again.
“Hmm, this old man thinks that I could gift Guanjun of Xuzhou to my virtuous nephew. The other counties will still be governed by this old man.”
Tao Qian's old face remained calm as if he wasn’t the one who had just been crying and shouting about giving all of Xuzhou to Long Chen.
This old scoundrel's face was indeed as thick as city walls.