Xue Yu was not afraid of Xie Xun's probing. He said, "Whether it's Yanyang's decrees or Ningzhou's, whichever allows the people to live better lives, I will follow."
These words sounded like those of a fence-sitter, but Xie Xun did not respond. The tea on the table had cooled down, and Xie Xun took a sip, not fearing that Xue Yu had poisoned it. "Sixty thousand Ningzhou Iron Cavalry are stationed outside the city. Mr. Xue, what do you think I should do?"
"Your Highness, the people of Jiaozhou City are deeply opposed to both you and the Iron Cavalry. The hearts of the populace are unsettled. Now is certainly not the best time for the Ningzhou Iron Cavalry to enter Jiaozhou," Xue Yu said, harboring considerations. "Humbly, my suggestion is to wait for a better opportunity."
"When is the 'best' time?"
