"Don’t interrupt me. I never realized how much you blabbered before. Has hanging out with Zhongli gotten to you?"
Song Lili shot him a glance and continued,
"Since Qing Luo is the Sixth Prince of Yue Country, how has he now become part of the rebel army? What role does he play within the rebels?"
Song Lili touched her chin, not willing to conclude based solely on this image that Qing Luo was definitely a villain.
Both she and Qing Luo were trained in special military tactics,
"Do you think Qing Luo... could he be an undercover agent in the rebel army?"
"Is it so easy to conceal the identity of the Sixth Prince of Yue Country?"
Wen Nian immediately retorted, shattering her speculation.
Song Lili took a deep breath. She knew this possibility was unlikely, as it wasn’t the first time she had seen connections between Qing Luo and the rebel army.
"If Qing Luo really is a leader in the rebel army..." Song Lili’s mood involuntarily grew heavier, and the situation seemed to have become more complicated.
"It had been rumored earlier that this civil war in Yue Country is actually just internal strife among the royal family."
"...Just like the sons of ancient emperors? Fighting over the throne?" Song Lili made an analogy, "But that’s not right... The royal family of Yue Country doesn’t hold real power nowadays; they’re just symbolic. Is it necessary to fight over this position?"
"Besides, the situation has almost reached a point of no return."
Song Lili frowned, images of Caesar turning into a battlefield flickering through her mind...
Those people, displaced by war, fleeing everywhere, seemingly trying to outrun the continuous battles.
Thinking this, Song Lili felt uneasy.
"But that’s just a rumor. After all, this civil war, Yue Country, it’s amassed too much public resentment; the country’s development has slowed, society is destabilized, the gap between the rich and the poor is too large, and the impoverished population is growing while the government fails to implement effective measures."
"When a nation’s citizens lose hope in their government... then corruption and destruction are not far off."
Wen Nian looked very solemn.
He, too, was a President, and these were the responsibilities, the heavy burdens, he shouldered.
"I really want to... ask Qing Luo face to face why... even if he wanted to overthrow the current regime, he shouldn’t disregard the lives of the citizens, attacking Caesar overnight, bombarding all night, turning Yue Country’s most bustling capital into ruins."
"Don’t think about it too much."
Wen Nian rubbed her head,
"As long as I am the President of G country for even one day, I will not let the citizens of G country experience these things."
"Ah Nian... if I tell you this civil war is going to last a very, very long time, would you believe me?"
Song Lili looked at him.
Wen Nian let out a long sigh,
"Judging by the rebel army’s current offensive, they definitely don’t want to see a prolonged war."
"...But this war has indeed lasted a long time, ten years without ending..."
"Ten years? Impossible, neither the rebel army nor the government army has the military strength."
"But other countries do, Yue Country’s neighboring countries, G country, and Yue Country across the sea all have, not to mention those who seemingly are uninvolved, yet secretly stoke the flames of this civil war."
Song Lili’s gaze fixed on Wen Nian.
Hearing this, Wen Nian couldn’t remain completely calm, "Your words... it sounds like... you can predict the future?"
"Ah Nian, no one can predict the future."
She believed her rebirth couldn’t change the world order, but it could at least influence the people and events around her,
"I hope you can promise me, no matter what, not to get involved in this war in Yue Country."
Song Lili clenched her fists.
"I won’t actively join the war; G country is now peaceful and prosperous, not aggressive or grasping, so why would we join such an absurd and nameless war?"
Song Lili knew Wen Nian was a peace advocate, but...
"Vice President Zhuo Ting, his ambition has always been great, even if he has to resort to very radical measures to seek benefits for the country, he will not hesitate."
"Do you know Zhuo Ting that well? Has someone been talking to you about these things?"
The first person to pop into Wen Nian’s mind was Lu Ziqing.
Lili, her observations and grasp of the situation, often surprised him.
No matter how much military training she underwent or how many military missions she carried out, she herself hadn’t entered into politics, a particularly tough arena, he always felt Lili was not cut out for politics, even though she seemed to have an ambition beyond his imagination.