Wei Ci chuckled and said, "We are the same. How can anyone compare to Jing Rong when it comes to being evil?"
Comparing their ability to scheme and devise strategies, Wei Ci was honestly inferior to Yang Si. Moreover, their styles were also different.
Both had ugly hearts, but the difference was in whose heart was uglier.
Yang Si was depressed, his mood as dark as the crows in the sky. Wei Ci, the stupid, sly fox, dared to laugh at others for having an evil heart.
What about his dignity?
Overwhelmed with government affairs, Wei Ci and Yang Si were so busy that they had no time for anything else.
The prisoners of wars numbered over 40,000. Jiang Pengji needed to come up with a way to settle them down. If not, as time passed, things would change.
Following the earlier plan, some were dispatched to Fengyi County to do hard labor. The rest remained here.