"Great General."
"Zhu Ying still does not know that the military affairs of Daning have been taken over by you, Great General. That is why he sent this letter to this subordinate."
"I beg the Great General not to take offense."
Bu Wan immediately rose to his feet and said respectfully.
Ever since Zhu Ying had entered the Northern Frontier with the army two months ago, the highest-ranking official he had encountered was Bu Wan, the prefect and commander of Daning.
His carrier-pigeon messages had also been reported directly to Bu Wan.
Perhaps Zhu Ying had guessed that the imperial court had sent someone, but naturally, he could not know exactly whom they had dispatched—unless history unfolded exactly as it had originally.
However.
Ever since Zhu Ying had entered this era.
The butterfly effect, invisible and intangible, had already altered the course of predetermined history. In the original history, Aha Chu had not died. After the Northern Yuan fell, he had submitted to the Ming Dynasty and offered tribute. But now, Aha Chu had been slain by Zhu Ying. With such a blood feud, the Jianzhou Tatars would likely never submit to the Ming Dynasty.
"There is no need to say more about such trivial matters." Feng Sheng waved a hand, utterly unconcerned about whom the report had been submitted to.
Besides, Bu Wan had spoken the truth.
At this moment, Zhu Ying perhaps did not even know Feng Sheng existed.
"Let us see what Zhu Ying has reported."
"He has been campaigning in enemy territory for over a month. Though he has sent back several battle reports, opportunities in warfare can change in the blink of an eye in foreign lands."
"I am deeply worried about him as well," Feng Sheng said at once.
"Present it quickly."
Bu Wan