After all, Northern Liang still had Northern Mang, its mortal enemy, to the north. It simply couldn't afford to commit all its forces to fighting the Liyang Dynasty.
If Nanzhao wanted to restore its kingdom, it needed a powerful ally. Who could make a better partner than Northern Liang?
As long as they opened a route from Western Shu to Northern Liang, a steady stream of horses could be transported south from Northern Liang. The south would only need to trade grain for them.
Since he was interested in working together, he began considering when to find an opportunity to bring it up. He paid Xu Fengnian no mind.
But as Wang Yue pondered, the bearing he exuded made him seem impossibly distinguished.
Xu Fengnian was left with nothing to say, but he didn't care in the least. He eagerly dug into the cooked meat, wolfing it down in a way that made it impossible to believe he was the Heir of Northern Liang.
The two were sitting together now, and anyone with any sense would have thought Wang Yue was the Heir of Northern Liang, while Xu Fengnian was nothing more than a down-and-out beggar.
Prince Liang's Mansion
After hearing his subordinate's report, Xu Xiao's hand, which had been stroking his beard, trembled. He asked in disbelief, "What did you just say?"
The plain-looking informant answered gravely, "My lord, it's absolutely true. I saw it with my own eyes. His Highness even argued with that man over it."
Xu Xiao couldn't sit still any longer. He stood up at once and asked in alarm, "Was Fengnian hurt?"
The informant shook his head and replied with certainty, "No. When that man knocked the bandits off their horses, he showed a few moves. His martial arts seemed only third-rate."
That did