Chapter 961 Jiang Qiuqiu - That Is the Resource the Nobles and the Legion Are About to Fight Over

Teacher Mao trudged through the snow to return home. His parents and grandparents had been waiting for a long time. As they chatted, the topic inevitably turned to school matters.

When talking about school, aside from his own mentor, the name that appeared most often on Teacher Mao’s lips was Jiang Qiuqiu. He praised Qiuqiu’s strengths here and there, highlighting her high comprehension. She was truly a great prospect for becoming a Mecha Soldier.

Teacher Mao’s family was also involved in the military circle, and Jiang Qiuqiu’s name had been incredibly popular there recently. Grandpa Mao chimed in, "She’s certainly someone making waves. Only in her twenties... Every generation truly produces its own talents. Us old folks are becoming obsolete."

"Exactly! Her Mechanical Talent is the most exceptional I’ve seen in my life. But I heard from Dean Zhu next door that her Mechanical Talent pales in comparison to her healing talent."

"Of course. Every legion wants to recruit her as a Healer right now."

"Grandpa, does your legion want her too?"

"Naturally, though we probably won’t be able to recruit her," Grandpa Mao said with a light tease. "Unless our little teacher here pulls some strings for our legion."

"No, no, no! Our legion isn’t good enough for her development! I feel that after she graduates, she’ll definitely go to the Sixth Army."

"It’s normal for the strongest to join the strongest team. However, with the storm brewing, what things will look like when the time comes is still unknown."

Grandpa’s hidden meaning made Teacher Mao a little restless. "What storm?" Could there be another legion capable of facing off against the Sixth Army directly?

Grandpa shook his head, indicating it had nothing to do with the legions. He pointed in the direction of the Imperial Family. "It’s over there.

"The Emperor only has a couple of years left. He’s never been an ambitious man, but the sons under him..."

Who among them wasn’t an ambitious politician?

Teacher Mao had always detested this bizarre partisan strife the most. He frowned. "Those people are truly mad. The external threats remain, yet instead of thinking about pacifying the war, all they care about is the transition of power."

"People’s thoughts are moving ever forward, but our Star System still retains outdated dogmas. However, I have a premonition that this will soon end."

The three-way stalemate was about to be broken.

Originally, the military had struggled through countless campaigns to build a fortress for the citizens. While the Imperial Family and nobles were corrupt, it was a longstanding issue. The old Emperor had no ambition and caused no major problems. The Cabinet sat on the fence, playing the peacemaker. Everyone was busy with their own affairs, and those without business kept their heads down. Naturally, peace was maintained.

But now, the military had produced a combat machine like Mo Si, a natural-born general, allowing them to free up their hands.

The old Emperor was on the verge of kicking the bucket, and his sons were ready to battle it out. Once they claimed the throne, they would even want to unify the universe. The Cabinet’s era of sitting on the fence was also coming to an end. The neutral Speaker was seemingly on his way out, and the military faction was incredibly unyielding, proving to be a tough nut to crack.

Under these circumstances, a life-and-death struggle was inevitable.

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The atmosphere within the Imperial Family, the very subject of their discussion, was currently less than pleasant.

Just as the outside world speculated, the old Emperor was truly on his last legs. He hadn’t taken care of his body in his youth. Holding supreme power, he had eaten, drank, and played to his heart’s content. He dared to try all sorts of reckless stunts, knowing neither moderation nor maintenance. Now, at only a hundred years old, he was about to meet his maker.

He was currently lingering on his sickbed, gasping for breath.

His three sons stood before the bed, each looking like a filial son. But separated by a mere layer of skin, the old Emperor had no idea what they were actually thinking in their hearts.

Never mind. Who cared what they were thinking?

The old Emperor panted heavily. He was about to die anyway, so why bother wasting energy guessing such things?

After listening to his sons blabber on with a bunch of pleasantries, the old Emperor dismissed them. He knew what his sons were after, but he needed to think about this matter.

He needed to think about it carefully.