"There's no way to forge an identity for you. The more people involved, the greater the chance you'll be exposed. So we don't really have a good solution either." Outside Wangdu City, in a farm, the room was warmed by a wood-burning fire, crackling with pops. A man was speaking while another person sat in front of him.
The listener by the fire absent-mindedly nodded slightly, "I understand! I know you've done your best."
His tone made the man who had just spoken feel uncomfortable, as he heard that 'done your best' as being filled with sarcasm.
Rather than saying they've done their best, it's more accurate to say they've chosen the plan with the least responsibility. The ones who truly exerted themselves are the ones sitting by the fireplace, praising the fire.
So, he awkwardly explained, "Don't put it that way. Your Majesty knows your contribution to the Empire. We want to help you too, but you know, the intelligence department of the Great Tang Empire is no joke."
