Su Shiyilu's expression changed again and again.
It finally freezes in a gloomy and murderous moment.
After a while, he let out a heavy breath.
He said, "Yes, dead people are not a threat... The fifth and seventh princes have already shown their murderous intentions towards me, and we don't know which prince is standing behind them. As long as they want the throne, I will be a thorn in their eyes and flesh."
The most important thing is that he repeatedly persuaded the king to confirm the twelfth prince as the orthodox as soon as possible and weaken the power of other princes, which fundamentally offended them all. In the current situation, either he dies or they die.
The confidant's words exposed Su Shiyilu's long-standing worries and made him further determined.
"General, there is one more thing..."
The confidant hesitated to speak.
Su Shiyilu said, "Just tell me."
The confidant expressed his concern: "Regarding the marriage, what should we do if the king investigates it?"
After hearing this, Su Shiyilu was silent for a long time.
Doesn't he know how troublesome this is
As usual, he told the king directly that his fifth and seventh princes had become successful, but for their own benefit they had destroyed the Ten Crows' plan against Geng State and almost cost him his life, which was despicable.
But at present, he has no solid evidence to incriminate the two, and there are no survivors. If he holds two adult princes with real power accountable based solely on the lines on the bodies, he may be put in a passive position, and even the Queen and the twelfth prince may be dragged into the water.
By then, the two princes will bite back and question Su Shiyilu, saying that he is old and frail, and his abilities cannot keep up with the current situation. He even failed to escort a weak woman to Shiwu for marriage. How can he have the face to hold such a high position
Even if it doesn't shake his position, it's disgusting enough. Su Shiyilu asked for advice: "Then what do you say?"
The confidant whispered: "Why not show the enemy your weakness?"
"Show weakness to the enemy?" Su Shiyilu murmured.
The confidant said, "The way to use troops is to show softness and then meet it with hardness, to show weakness and then take advantage of it with strength. General, let me say something disrespectful, the king is also old, he... does he really want to see a powerful minister like you being so wanton and tyrannical?"
"presumptuous!"
Su Shiyilu uttered a harsh cry.
The overwhelming momentum made his confidant retreat repeatedly. Even though he saw the murderous intent flashing in Su Shiyilu's eyes, he still gritted his teeth and said, "No matter how strong the leader wolf is, it cannot resist the passage of time and the aging of the body. To the king today, those princes are still young wolves who have not yet grown up. In comparison, you are the biggest threat! Have you ever doubted the king?"
"You don't want to live anymore?"
Su Shiyilu wanted to kill but did not take action.
Because the confidant really hit his sore spot.
When the Ten Crows King was at his peak, he was confident that he could suppress Su Shiyilu, and he didn't care how powerful and arrogant this "brother" was. The two of them joined forces and swept across all the tribes of Ten Crows. But he is old!
Once people get older, it is not only their physical condition that declines, but also their "confidence", which will gradually brew and degenerate into suspicion, and they will crave for the "sense of security" that they once disdained. The words of the confidant are indeed deafening...
The person behind the two princes...why couldn't it be the Ten Crows King who had apparently stopped taking care of things a long time ago
If this is the case, many doubts can be explained.
But Su Shiyilu refused to believe it.
The confidant took the opportunity to kneel down and express his loyalty: "General, you saved my life from the dead. No matter how you deal with me, I will never complain. But for the sake of the general, some unpleasant words must be spoken!"
"You are..." Looking at his confidant with a sincere face, he had many words to say but couldn't say them. After a while, he raised his hand and waved, "You can go down. I will think about this matter again..."
"only!"
The confidant took the order and left.
Su Shiyilu was left alone, reminiscing about the friendship between the monarch and his subjects that might have been ravaged by time and quietly deteriorated.
When he walked out of the tent, his confidant was already sweating coldly.
He almost thought that Su Shiyilu would kill him. After all, if he followed Su Shiyilu for a while, he would know how loyal this boss was to the king. Telling this to the other party was much more serious than stealing the other party's father.
"Still alive..."
He touched his neck.
It took several attempts to make sure that he was still alive.
The confidant returned to the tent with countless fears. He did not do anything else, but went to see another person first—a scholar, or more precisely, the weirdo he rescued. Although this person was shabby and had many rules, he was indeed capable. The confidant also relied on this person's advice several times to climb to the position of confidant, and his career was as smooth as a cheat.
This statement was also told to me by the other party.
"Is the gentleman asleep?"
The tent was brightly lit by candles.
A male voice came: "Not yet, come in."
As soon as the confidant came in, he started to complain: "Sir, you almost hurt me this time. You didn't see the scene just now. The general almost killed me..."
The man smiled and poured a cup of tea.
He teased, "Isn't he still alive?"
The confidant worriedly said, "If he doesn't kill me this time, he may kill me next time. The general is famous for his loyalty. Let alone his subordinates, even if his son says something bad about the king, he will beat him half to death."
He hesitated for a long time and didn't dare to say those words.
The man said, "Loyal? It was true in the past, but human hearts are fickle. Look, you said so many outrageous words, but your general still didn't touch you at all? It shows that his heart has changed."
The confidant thought about it and agreed with it deeply.
The man raised his teacup and said to him, "I am offering tea instead of wine to congratulate you on your future success."
The confidant felt relieved after hearing this.
It's like eating a big chunk of ice cream in the dog days of summer.
"Hahaha, this is all thanks to the master's brilliant plan."
Even his confidants did not dare to take all the credit.
The two of them praised each other and the atmosphere was harmonious.
Before he left, his confidant sent the gentleman hundreds of taels of gold. The gentleman looked noble, but deep down he liked the yellow and white vulgar things. This was also a hassle-free move, as there was no need to spend a lot of time figuring out what this person liked.
Looking at the neatly arranged gold ingots, the scholar stroked them one by one, as if he was admiring some rare treasure. After a long while, he put them down one by one, stood up and walked out of the tent, staring at the moonlight in a daze, his brows sometimes slightly frowned and sometimes relaxed.
After a while, a light sigh spread in the air.
"I will repay your life-saving grace."
The moonlight was silent and no one answered.
The scholar sneered.
He turned back to the tent, spread out his writing brush and ink, picked up the pen, soaked it in ink, and put pen to paper. An article took shape as time passed.
After finishing, the scribe admired it for a moment.
He murmured with emotion: "If you read it, you would probably say - it's well written, but it's a pity that it's a funeral oration..."
In memory of my dear friend An Wen