In Another World, Everyone Want to Kill Me!-Chapter 349: Shadows Before the Storm

"There is nothing in particular that we require of you," Zhuang Yifang said. "We’ve already heard about the repairs you’re making to the shelters. Many of our brothers within the sect are willing to lend you a hand."

Only then did Yue Mingxuan’s expression soften somewhat.

If he wanted to restore those buildings now, manpower was absolutely essential. Yet manpower was precisely what he lacked the most.

Though he had several factions under his name, not one of them specialized in force or possessed a large number of people.

If the Beggars’ Sect was willing to help, then naturally, there could be nothing better.

"I suppose there’s no such thing as a free lunch in this world. If you have any other conditions, you might as well state them all at once," Yue Mingxuan said.

He knew that Zhuang Yifang would not have proposed such a partnership just like that, so there had to be another motive behind it.

"They say Prince Yue isn’t particularly beautiful, but his talent is quite remarkable. So I don’t believe that he is merely a prince from some small country," Zhuang Yifang replied with a smile.

The smile on his face carried a faint trace of something unsettling.

Hearing his words, Yue Mingxuan was even more shocked.

He had long harbored doubts about his own origins, yet he had never been able to find any concrete evidence.

From the way Zhuang Yifang spoke, it seemed he might have some clues regarding his identity.

So, he asked eagerly, "You know something about my background?"

"I know a little, but nothing definite," Zhuang Yifang said with a sigh. "I do know that someone within the Nine Abyssal Gate must be aware of your origins, but I haven’t been able to uncover anything specific. The forces behind that person are far too powerful, I have no way of getting close."

"That’s why I came to inform you."

After going through all this, Yue Mingxuan could not help but feel somewhat disheartened.

Zhuang Yifang smiled and said, "I simply find it a pity. I don’t understand why someone like you should be buried in a place like this."

"That is my own affair," Yue Mingxuan shook his head. "But thank you for telling me."

"If there ever comes a day when you have need of me, I will not hesitate, even if it costs me my life," Zhuang Yifang said. "However, trouble will soon descend upon the capital. I have matters to attend to and cannot say more. I’ll take my leave first."

Yue Mingxuan did not stop him.

Compared to his own background, the more urgent matter was what would happen in the coming days.

Rong Zishen and Keshun Sanfeng were likely about to make a major move.

In truth, Yue Mingxuan could already guess part of it.

The last sudden attack by Keshun Sanfeng had already thrown Beirong into instability.

Launching a coup would only take a moment.

At present, the authority of the Beirong imperial family had yet to be firmly established.

Yue Mingxuan could not predict exactly what would happen next.

He could grasp the general direction of events, but he could not see through every detail.

Although the coordination between the Beggars’ Sect disciples and the members of Ten Thousand Wisdom Hall was now running smoothly, allowing him to obtain a great deal of intelligence with ease, less important information had already been filtered out.

After all, as the master of Ten Thousand Wisdom Hall, he only needed to keep track of the general trends.

If he had to personally handle every single detail, he would be utterly exhausted.

Each time the intelligence was compiled and summarized, a portion of it would be streamlined and removed.

This was also part of the reforms Yue Mingxuan had implemented.

The consolidation of intelligence was handled by those who were literate, after all, many members of the Beggars’ Sect could not read or write, so the information they gathered could not always be properly recorded in archives.

Some less important information did not need to be preserved at all.

However, for intelligence that might be useful in the near future but would hold no long-term value, it would be placed in a designated system for periodic review and destruction.

By repeating this process over time, it ensured that the internal intelligence network of Ten Thousand Wisdom Hall would not become overly cluttered or chaotic.

"The situation lately has been very unstable. You must be careful," Yue Mingxuan said as he cautioned Shang Qinghua, his eyes filled with unmistakable concern.

Shang Qinghua nodded. "You’re telling me to be careful, but you should be watching out for yourself too."

Yue Mingxuan stuck out his tongue slightly. "I’ll be extra careful, don’t worry!"

"When you go out, bring more guards with you. Although Tang Youyou doesn’t get along with you, if it’s my order, she won’t harm you. And that girl Yinsu can be of use as well..."

"You know those two don’t get along well, are you asking them to protect me or to fight each other in front of me?" Yue Mingxuan teased while sticking out his tongue again.

He knew Shang Qinghua was worried about him, so much so that he wished he could surround him with hidden guards at all times.

But that simply wasn’t realistic.

If a coup were to break out, there would be countless matters requiring attention.

He could not be so selfish as to have everyone focused solely on protecting him.

He was growing stronger as well.

He could not remain a fragile flower kept in a greenhouse forever.

Back then, Rong Qinglei’s death... If it weren’t for his own weakness, things would not have turned out the way they did.

Yue Mingxuan had always blamed himself for that and he would never allow such a tragedy to repeat itself.

"Since you’re going to become the emperor of Beirong, you need to be more resolute," Yue Mingxuan said after a brief laugh. "No matter what happens, the nation must come first."