Qin Wentian fell silent for a moment, then sighed. "The commander of the Imperial Guards!"
"He's got a lot of nerve, huh?"
Wang Xian couldn't hold back his anger. "Has he had a death wish, or does he think the position of commander is too stifling and want to become a great general? Or a prince?"
Qin Wentian shook his head. "Since he's the commander of the Imperial Guards, naturally he has to obey the Emperor's orders... The boss is acting as regent right now. Even if he ordered him to die, he'd go."
After a moment, he added, "He must feel guilty over His Majesty's death at South Mountain Temple, so he wants to make up for it on the battlefield!"
"Then let him die!"
Wang Xian gazed at the battlefield, where smoke and flames filled the air, and replied coldly, "If he can't even think straight, he'll make the same mistake again the next time something like this happens."
Qin Wentian sighed. "The First Prince has probably wanted to sit on the throne for a long time. Why else would he have been scheming with those people from Netherworld Valley?"
"Besides, you've already made an irreconcilable blood feud with the barbarian army back when you were in Netherworld Valley... Or maybe I should say that the boss and the second prince still haven't seen how ruthless you can be."
Hua Mantian had stayed silent all this time. Only now did he speak. "As expected of a wise and resourceful great general. You're not muddleheaded like those fools in the palace."
"I've just been lucky!"
Qin Wentian grimaced and said helplessly, "If the prince hadn't trusted me, I might have been muddleheaded too if they'd sent down an imperial edict."
"If that had happened, when the prince returned from