Prince Yong

He had not come here to reminisce, nor did he have the leisure for it. The gap in their statuses was not worth the effort. Naturally, he had come to discuss business.

It was also a last resort. Shang Jianxiong still refused to release Shang Chaozong, and Long Xiu likewise found it hard to save face. So they intended to bypass Shang Chaozong and directly invite Meng Shanming out of retirement to steady the army's morale, clean up the chaos, and contend with Luo Zhao of the Song Kingdom!

Huang Lie blinked. So this was what it was about.

Meng Shanming was equally blunt. "I am old. Back then, saving Your Majesty left both my legs permanently crippled. I can never stand again, cannot mount a horse, cannot draw a bow. I am nothing but a crippled old man mocked by others. How could I possibly steady anyone's morale? The person who can truly steady the army's morale is in Your Majesty's imperial prison!"

Things had reached this point. There was no need for him to worry about being polite to them any longer. Forbearance had won him nothing, and besides, Niu Youdao had given instructions.

Those words truly came from the grief and fury in his heart. He had crippled himself saving Shang Jianxiong back then, yet Shang Jianxiong still refused to spare them.

Gong Lince set aside the matter of the man in the imperial prison. "Marshal Meng is too modest. The Wulie Guard has reappeared in Southern Prefecture and won battle after battle. Was that not Marshal Meng's achievement?"

Meng Shanming flatly denied it. "It had nothing to do with me. Those were all the Prince's achievements."

Gong Lince said, "Marshal Meng, you are also an old minister of Great Yan. Are you willing to watch Great