Indeed, it's the training I administered alongside Tian Wujing,
even if I produced a Zhao Kuo,
do you really think Zhao Kuo is merely a theoretician?
The worst scenario at the frontlines is a deadlock or a strategic retreat, but no major blunders.
As things stand now,
after the internal strife within the Naman Tribe,
whether it's the morale or cohesion within the tribe, it's bound to hit rock bottom. Once the news of the frontline army's collapse arrives, the Naman Tribe will inevitably fall apart on its own.
If you can subdue the enemy without fighting, why waste the lives of your soldiers?
Warfare sometimes resembles business; when interests align, the cost should naturally be as low as possible.
"Let the men rest, and send someone to contact Lord Zheng's side."
Liang Cheng gave the order.
"Yes, General."
...
The Naman King, having just personally slain his eldest son, hardly spared a moment for grief or sorrow. He hurried back to the tribe, convened a council of elders and nobles, and directly ordered the capture of those who were close to his eldest son, accusing them of treason and executing them. He confiscated their families' cattle, sheep, and wealth, redistributing them to the warriors who helped him quell the rebellion.
Immediately after, he ordered a pardon for the soldiers who had previously rebelled with his son, even redistributing armor and weapons to them, allowing them to re-enter the camps.
Finally,
he dispatched many to scout out the Yan Army's movements.
The Naman King was most afraid that just after quelling the rebellion, the Yan Army, which had suddenly appeared a few days ago, would charge out.
But fortunately, until dawn, there was no movement outside. The Naman King finally felt at ease and returned to his King's Tent.
There, he could always find the best rest.
Indeed it was so,
because each time he entered, it was for a sound sleep.
Once the Naman King was fast asleep again,
Hua Ji, while arranging her hair in front of the bronze mirror, said to the black cat lying on her leg:
"Even at this point, he can still sleep."
"So, are you helping the Yan people?" the black cat asked.
"Without some sincerity, how can I expect to live among the Yan people in the future?"
"It's unlucky for this father and son duo to have you involved."
"Oh, look who's talking. As you know, the Eldest Prince has feelings for me, and it was you who advised me to establish good relations with him early on?"
"Because it's the wild people's custom. After the Naman King dies, according to tradition, you're supposed to marry his son as his wife."
"Anyway, there's not much hope for the Naman Tribe. Whether I send someone to inform the Eldest Prince or not won't change anything. In fact, by doing this, fewer people from the Naman Tribe might die. Oh dear, I've accumulated so much merit, I wonder if it will help my cultivation.
I've heard that if you can have a temple built for yourself, with continuous incense offerings, it greatly benefits cultivation."
"You'll be struck by lightning."
"Even cats can't speak civilized words, ha."
The reason the Eldest Prince chose to rebel,
was because his "consort," who was also his "lover,"
secretly sent him a letter.
That letter arrived just after the Eldest Prince received a letter from his father,
which informed him of an unidentified Yan Army near the tribal pasture, requiring him to lead some warriors for support.
However, the letter from his "consort" told him that the Naman King was intimidated by the Yan people's momentum, plus there was no word from the tribes requested for assistance, so he intended to make peace. Since it was the Eldest Prince himself who angered the Yan by killing the fleeing Jin slaves, the Naman King planned to hand him over to the Yan people for punishment in exchange for their withdrawal.
Simply put, it means your father plans to sell you out!
The one at fault was indeed himself,
his own father had always been suspicious of him,
and the one who tipped him off was his devoted "stepmother,"
anyone in the Eldest Prince's position would likely believe it was true.
Moreover, the Eldest Prince wasn't exactly a brilliant talent; if the Third Prince encountered this, he might have thought it through more, but the Third Prince had already sent away by Lord Zheng to embrace the stars.
The Eldest Prince rebelled,
but ultimately, his father still subdued him.
"Do you think, when the Yan people arrive, should I change my makeup? To resemble the women of Qian State? I always feel the wild people's makeup is a bit too heavy, I'm afraid Lord Pingye won't appreciate it."
The black cat stretched its paw out,
tapping the leg below,
then tapping Hua Ji's above,
while yawning,
said:
"I've heard the Yan people favor broad hips and stout waistlines, good for childbearing."
"Bah!"
"That's just the Yan people's taste. They don't like delicate beauties, they prefer large feet and big builds, marry someone who can be half a labor force."
This is indeed an apparent Yan custom.
Whether among commoners or nobles, when choosing wives or daughters-in-law, they prioritize strong physiques, the more robust, the higher the bride price.
Thus,
when news of the Eldest Prince of Yan marrying a barbarian princess spread, the common people were quite pleased; barbarians are generally sturdy, it seems this barbarian princess is robust, good!
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