"General Shen, please rest assured, yifu already planned this, and I am also keeping watch right now." When Chang Geng spoke, there was a strange kind of certainty and assurance in his words.

For a moment, Shen Yi suddenly thought of an idea — Gu Yun had deliberately intensified the contradiction between Fu Zhi Cheng and Kuai Lan Tu: was he planning to get others to do his dirty work?

Chang Geng: "If today, Fu Zhi Cheng is captured, the position of the commander of the Southern Frontier Army will be left open. Although the Emperor is persistent, he also understands what is of importance. The borderland is a critical territory, only grand generals are to be put in this position.

“Looking at the entirety of the imperial court, no one is more fitting than you, General Shen, when it comes to experience and qualification.

“Not to mention, the Emperor suppressing my yifu’s right to control was only due to his strong suspicious nature. The affections of growing up together from childhood still remain, Great Liang’s safety was still placed upon my yifu's shoulders.

“When the Drumming Order is implemented, the Black Tiger Emblem will be ineffective. Whoever becomes the commander of the Southern Frontier has the authority to control and manage but has no actual military power. Since yifu has already expressed his attitude, should the Emperor not pacify him after his punishment?”

As he got here, Chang Geng paused and smiled: "General Shen, just wait and see, although the Emperor does not like this long-lost younger brother very much, my reward for the holiday season certainly does not lack anything. When added up, it would perhaps be even more than yifu's wage.”

Shen Yi ignored the complicated matter of ‘Who is the one raising this family?’. He looked at Chang Geng with shock, his expression changed several times, then in the end, he praised: "Your Royal Highness has changed so much."

At that time, the teenager who came out of the town of Yanhui was simple and stubborn, all his emotions, from happiness to sorrow, were clear at a glance. Shen Yi had secretly admired his determination many times — if it were to be any other ordinary child, transforming from a country boy to a prince in just one night, they would have been blinded by the vanity of the capital.

Chang Geng that year was just a child who had never tasted luxury and wealth, yet he had insisted on leaving the manor. He would rather wander under this endless sky than return to be a prince of royalty, a frog sitting at the bottom of a well.

But right now, the young man who was currently discussing the nation’s state of affairs with him in the midst of swords and blades was void of any trace of childishness from that year. His transformation had struck Shen Yi with awe.