Chapter 1324 - 323: Exhilaration (Part 3)

Chapter 1324: Chapter 323: Exhilaration (Part 3)

When Prince Jingnan wants to elevate someone, that person is bound to be grateful and devoted, willing to risk everything to strive, to fight, to struggle, to endeavor.

It will never be like the military council from days past,

standing at the back of the crowd, eyes fixed intently on the sand table, as if he were not present in the King’s Tent at all.

After a long time,

Tian Wujing rose from his command seat,

and slowly walked down.

Accompanying Tian Wujing’s steps was a formidable aura.

Lord Zheng took a deep breath, lowered his head, and kneeled on one knee there until those boots appeared in his low-hanging vision.

"Zheng Fan."

"Your humble servant... is present."

At that moment,

a scene suddenly flashed in Lord Zheng’s mind,

where Tian Wujing kicked directly, bursting the head of a reckless, foolish, aimless hindrance like himself.

Lord Zheng knew,

if Tian Wujing wanted to do this,

even Mo Wan,

couldn’t save him at all,

most likely, would burst along with him.

Having a ruthless superior isn’t uncommon;

but having a superior who is ruthless and also a Third Rank pinnacle warrior is quite tormenting.

However,

the most extreme situation did not occur.

In fact, Lord Zheng knew in his heart it wouldn’t happen, Old Tian couldn’t bear to kill him, simply couldn’t.

Tian Wujing crouched beside Zheng Fan, extended a hand, and placed it on the back of Lord Zheng’s head.

"Tap."

"Tap."

Gently patting.

With each pat, Lord Zheng’s body trembled slightly.

He was sincerely afraid Tian Wujing might not control the strength well, and crush his head like a watermelon.

Then,

Tian Wujing extended his hand and placed it on Lord Zheng’s shoulder.

Honestly,

this action, Lord Zheng often did at Snow Sea Pass, but no one dared to do it to him.

Now, someone dared.

Simultaneously, Lord Zheng deeply understood the feelings of his subordinates when he patted their shoulders at Snow Sea Pass.

On edge, walking on thin ice.

"Do you think you can now rest easy, can enjoy peace?"

"Your humble servant never thought that way, just feels like I can catch my breath a little now."

"Oh, catching your breath."

Lord Zheng nodded slightly.

Tian Wujing extended his hand, from the sand table in front of them, took a flag in his hand, simultaneously pointed at the sand table in front,

and said:

"What is this?"

Lord Zheng stuttered his lips slightly,

and answered:

"This is... the world."

"Heh, hehehe."

Tian Wujing laughed, long ago he knew this man was very smart.

"Continue, speak what this king wants to say to you, say it yourself."

Lord Zheng stuttered his lips slightly,

and said:

"This is a sand table, also the world, just like how many military camps are marked by a flag on the sand table, the world is like this sand table; whether you enter or not, withdraw or not, advance or not, is not determined by a single flag of yours.

If disobedient,

if useless,

it will be like this flag, taken down by the person standing at the edge of the sand table."

Silence,

silence,

continued silence.

"You’re very smart; ordinary people might use all their strength and still not accomplish what you can do with six-tenths of effort, leaving three-tenths for leisure, and one-tenth for self-appreciation."

Lord Zheng listened silently.

"The principle, you actually understand; you might even articulate it better than this king, so why did you act as you did earlier?"

"In my heart... uneasy."

"Uneasy?"

"Yes, uneasy, your humble servant knows the Prince is looking out for me, but inside I still feel uneasy, and this unease can’t be shared with anyone else, only with the Prince."

Lord Zheng exhaled a long breath,

and continued:

"Don’t laugh at me, Prince, in this lifetime, in this world, those who treat me well are truly few. I don’t know when it started, but I started considering the Prince as a brother in this world; that day when Liqing entered the King’s Tent with me, and you asked her to call you brother, the happiest person wasn’t her, it was myself."

Among common folk, even in the eyes of Yan’s people, Tian Wujing, who destroyed his own family, is undoubtedly a complete demon.

Fortunately, this demon is always leading troops far away in battles.

Even in the army, the soldiers have immense reverence towards this Prince.

Only Lord Zheng is an exception.

His exception lies in a quality distinctly apart from this world, a quality even absent in the demon kings who likewise don’t belong here.

In the King’s Tent,

at this moment, only Prince Jingnan and Lord Zheng were present.

Tian Wujing spoke:

"Zheng Fan."

"Present."

"My lifetime is not lived pleasantly."

"...It is."

"So, I hope you can live pleasantly."

"I... understand."

Tian Wujing stood up and returned to his command seat, sitting down.

Already soaked in cold sweat, Lord Zheng’s body swayed slightly as he slowly rose.

In his heart,

he didn’t know why,

felt at ease,

felt comfortable.

Phew...

Seeing Tian Wujing sitting on the command seat picking up the Memorandum again,

Lord Zheng saluted, preparing to take his leave.

But just as he turned,

Lord Zheng remembered, amidst his earlier emotions, he forgot the main matter he intentionally came here for.

The Wild King had said, charging at the camp using wild cavalry as a suicidal unit, others might not see it, but Prince Jingnan, who had faced off directly against the Wild King, would surely notice.

"Prince, your humble servant has another matter."

Tian Wujing was looking at the Memorandum, didn’t lift his face, just calmly said:

"Speak."

"That, just that, the Wild King I sent to the capital is actually fake."

Tian Wujing closed the Memorandum in front of him,

picked up another Memorandum, opened it,

in the gap,

said:

"Understood."