The subordinate beside him watched with trepidation, his expression also uneasy: "General, should we send this message to the Prince?"
"Send it, otherwise we would be giving them something to talk about."
"General, in fact, there is no need to worry. The Southern Border never produced much. It used to rely on selling medicine for a living, and now merged into the Great Chu, there's no impact on Beirong," said a middle-aged man nonchalantly.
Hetu glanced at the man, narrowing his eyes: "Oh? Master Shu, are you implying that this matter isn't worth Beirong's attention?"
If someone were here, they would recognize the middle-aged man referred to as Master Shu, who used to be by Minister Qi's side.
