Quick Transmigration: Drama Queen's Daily Life Chapter 1189 - 1178: Wealthy Merchant

"Arrange for someone to keep a close watch on her," Ye Qiu stated icily as he continued walking.

Ye Cheng paused briefly before speaking in a persuasive tone, "Eldest Brother, is it truly necessary? After all, she is our third sister. Could she possibly do anything to harm the Ye Family?"

"It’s better to be cautious than regretful. Always monitor Mother’s side of the family. If the opportunity arises, I wish for us to replace her with someone loyal at any moment."

"Rest assured, Eldest Brother. I am fully prepared," Ye Cheng’s eyes gleamed with resolve. Entrusted with such a crucial responsibility for the first time, he poured all his efforts into it, unwilling to permit any misstep.

"Good. Remember to not neglect your martial arts training. For the present moment, Prince Donghe and Prince Linsan’s forces pose no threat to us. You shall manage the family affairs during this period. Should you encounter any uncertainties, consult with our two uncles."

"What about you, Eldest Brother?" Ye Cheng inquired.

"The village has attracted numerous individuals, and I will personally oversee their training and deployment."

Ye Cheng’s eyes brightened, "Eldest Brother, do not worry, I will certainly manage the household matters diligently and continue our recruitment efforts."

Ye Qiu smiled and nodded, "With you in charge, I am at ease."

Hearing this, Ye Cheng felt an even greater weight of responsibility. He was determined not to let his eldest brother down.

"Prince Donghe’s entire contingent was annihilated? Are you certain this information is accurate?" City Lord Liu suddenly stood, releasing a deep sigh.

Noticing his unease, the City Lord’s wife questioned with bewilderment, "It was Prince Linsan’s faction carrying out the action; why does it trouble you so?"

City Lord Liu offered a wry smile, "I am the City Lord of Jing’an City, which falls under Prince Donghe’s domain. Within my jurisdiction, allowing Prince Linsan’s forces to enter the city and decimate Prince Donghe’s soldiers means that, given Prince Donghe’s temperament, he will undoubtedly view me as having defected to Prince Linsan."

"This…," the City Lord’s wife turned pale, "It is my poor health that has caused you distress."

City Lord Liu quickly and tenderly comforted his wife, "How could I possibly blame you? I simply did not foresee Ye Qiu possessing such capabilities."

"Why do you say that? This was a conflict between Prince Linsan and Prince Donghe’s men; he had no direct involvement."

City Lord Liu shook his head, "Why did I so readily agree to stand aside? It was because I was already aware of the number of men each prince had dispatched and their identities. Without Ye Qiu’s strategic mind at play, I estimate that even in defeat, Prince Donghe’s forces would not have been utterly annihilated. What sort of man is Liao Heishan? Unless there was internal collusion, he would certainly not have fallen so easily."

"Then how do you know Prince Linsan did not employ other stratagems?"

"Impossible," City Lord Liu shook his head and sighed once more, "This is my territory within Jing’an City. Even if Prince Linsan were formidable, he could not have bypassed my surveillance to send an ambush force."

"Does this mean we are not in danger? Are we reliant on Prince Linsan?" The City Lord’s wife furrowed her brow, "This Ye Qiu certainly possesses some cunning, presenting us as a substantial gift to Prince Linsan."

"Did you just mention that the main general dispatched by Prince Linsan narrowly avoided losing his entire left shoulder?" City Lord Liu inquired again of the servant.

"Yes, City Lord, but Zhao Xiong, sent by Prince Linsan, did not even set foot inside the Ye Family residence. He remains stationed just outside the city."

"My Lady, it appears Ye Qiu did not intend for us to be a grand offering to Prince Linsan. Zhao Xiong must have discovered something, which is why he dares not approach the Ye Family gate. Let us observe the situation quietly for now!" City Lord Liu pondered for a moment. He had an idea, but it seemed too audacious, causing him to sigh softly. In this tumultuous world, one can never predict when true peace will finally descend.

"Greetings to the Family Head!" The assembled men, both mature and young, stood in formation on either side. Having partaken in a fulfilling meal and bathed, they were now clad in clean, presentable attire. These individuals exuded a palpable sense of renewed vigor, their eyes fixed on Ye Qiu, the Family Head, with profound respect and unwavering reliance.

A significant portion of these people were orphans who had fled from calamity. A few had brought their families with them, now residing deep within the village. Here, children played with unburdened joy, while the women diligently attended to laundry and meal preparations each day.

Those who had sought refuge here could scarcely have imagined living such a life. Even if they had been forewarned that they would eventually face battle, not a single one showed signs of hesitation or retreat.

For them, their current existence felt akin to a dream, for only in dreams could they ever experience the luxury of ample food and new clothing. As for facing war, what truly mattered? In their willingness to fight to the death, they sought only to repay the immense kindness they had received in these days.

Furthermore, the Family Head had announced today that he would personally impart martial arts training to them. It was rumored that mastering these skills could empower an individual to combat ten ordinary men, thus providing multiple layers of security on any perilous battlefield.

Moreover, the Family Head pledged that success would bring merit to all present. Survivors would receive not only a house but also sufficient silver taels for marriage. For those with families, even if they perished on the battlefield, the Family Head guaranteed lifelong security for their wives and children.

With such assurances, what reason would they have not to fight with all their might?

Consequently, every person standing there gazed at Ye Qiu with fervent devotion, ready even to lay down their lives.

Ye Qiu, positioned atop the elevated ground, experienced immense pride. Possessing both wealth and manpower, why should he not vie for a place in this World? In what way was he, a mere merchant, inferior to any Vassal King?

To rapidly elevate these men's combat prowess, Ye Qiu personally imparted Body Forging Techniques. He also mandated the preparation of potent muscle-strengthening herbs for daily medicinal baths by physicians, further enhancing them with Spiritual Spring Water from his spatial trove.

As a result, bolstered by these multiple advantages, the soldiers experienced swift improvements. Ye Qiu identified the ten most intelligent individuals among them to serve as team captains, organizing intermittent combat matches where victors were rewarded with additional medicinal baths.

Following days of rigorous training and treatment, these soldiers grasped the profound value of the medicinal baths, leading them to train with intensified effort and display remarkable progress.

In addition to martial arts, Ye Qiu engaged an instructor to impart literacy skills to his men, placing a particular emphasis on the ten captains, who were required to adeptly comprehend war strategies. These stringent requirements were established because these captains would ultimately become his most formidable assets in future conflicts for dominance of the World.

Those selected for captaincy were by no means simple-minded. Some gradually began to comprehend that if the Family Head's ambitions were realized, they would undoubtedly attain noble titles such as Marquis, with immense wealth and authority within their grasp. Their sole regret was the scarcity of time available for learning!

A month later, upon Ye Cheng's return, he could scarcely believe his eyes. These formidable, robust soldiers before him had truly transformed from the starving refugees he had initially recruited?