So, the position of Fengtian Order, which isn't that important and has little to gain from, is already good enough being appointed as a second-rank official.
"Do you think it's the work of the Demon Clan lurking in Di Hong City, so you want my help to find them?"
Lin Yue glanced at Han Yuan.
"Yes, Your Highness is wise." Han Yuan clearly wasn't experienced in flattering, his praise sounding very straightforward and simplistic.
"I need to ask you a question first."
Lin Yue pondered for a moment and said, "If someone collected a large amount of food in advance and then killed five Fengtian Orders, leading to a famine crisis in Great Yong, and then took the opportunity to distribute food relief, how much merit could he earn?"
