"Oh? And which minister might you be speaking of, General?"
Jiang Ziya's heart stirred, but his face still feigned drunkenness. He softened his voice and probed carefully.
"Who else! The Marquis of Jizhou, Su Hu!"
Deng Jiugong lowered his voice, but because he was drunk, his words were slurred—and every last one fell into Jiang Ziya's ears.
"He is Daji's father, yet he hates how Daji bewitches the ruler with demonic words, and hates King Zhou's cruelty and inhumanity even more. But Daji becoming what she is today is also all because King Zhou forced her into his harem back then.
"If not for Fei Zhong and You Hun, Great Shang would never have become like this.
"This time, he was ordered by King Zhou to lead troops against Xiqi, but in truth, he harbors thoughts of opposing Shang. He has long wished to lead his forces over in surrender and accord with Heaven's will!"
When Jiang Ziya heard this, his fingertips trembled almost imperceptibly. Fei Zhong and You Hun had truly done Xiqi an enormous favor.
Forcing down the surging joy in his heart, he continued to pretend to be drunk and pressed further:
"Such a thing actually exists? Then why has Marquis Su still made no move?"
"Ah!"
Deng Jiugong heaved a heavy sigh and slapped the table in frustration.
"It's all because of the great general under him, Zheng Lun! That Zheng Lun is loyal to Yin Shang, with a fierce and unyielding nature. He keeps the military authority in the army clenched tight and obstructs Marquis Su's attempts to surrender at every turn.
"Marquis Su is wary of striking at the rat for fear of breaking the vase. He has made plans several times, but none succeeded. He can only play along at the front lines,