"Reporting to you, my lord, Zhao Yun requests an audience."
Jiang Siming was handling official affairs at the Prime Minister's Mansion when he heard Dian Wei call out.
"Let him in."
Jiang Siming stopped writing and revealed a smile.
At this martial arts tournament, he had said that anyone could participate, but he had specifically arranged for Zhao Yun to be barred.
Sure enough, Zhao Yun couldn't hold back. Hmph, you want to fight me? Even a stubborn general like Zhang Fei has to submit obediently in the end.
Zhao Yun hurried in and knelt on the ground, his face full of indignation.
"Your subordinate Zhao Yun pays his respects to the Prime Minister."
"Rise. What is the matter, Zilong?" Jiang Siming pretended not to know.
Zhao Yun said anxiously, "Prime Minister, I heard that Hedong is holding the Number One Under Heaven Martial Arts Tournament, and everyone can participate. Why can't I?"
Jiang Siming rose and explained with a "sincere" expression, "Isn't this for your own good? You've only just left Gongsun Zan, and now you want to participate in the tournament. Gongsun Zan is coming too. Wouldn't it be awkward if you saw him?"
Zhao Yun was stunned, then immediately said, "It won't be, Prime Minister. Since Governor Gongsun gave me to you, I won't feel awkward even if we meet."
"But I'm worried you'll go soft and hold back at the critical moment. That wouldn't do."
"I absolutely won't hold back. I'll give it everything I have!"
Zhao Yun wanted to compete just as much as the other military commanders did. Who wouldn't want to spar with experts from all over the land? Who wouldn't want to make a name for himself?
Guo Jia, standing to the side and suppressing his laughter, spoke up. "General Zilong, the