Wang Xian lay on the eastern city tower, listening to the wind and rain all night.
He didn't trust Gu Du Mou and was afraid the old man might pull some new trick in the middle of the night.
Who would've thought the night would pass without a thing happening? He'd kept watch for nothing.
By the hour of Chen, Hua Mantian sent him a message, saying the imperial guards at the western gate had found reinforcements and were preparing to attack. Yet...not a single barbarian soldier had appeared in the east.
Wang Xian drew a deep breath and smiled wryly. "Go have a look... If nothing's happening here, I'll head over."
Hua Mantian answered and left, while Wang Xian sat there in a daze.
Watching smoke curl above the barbarian camp, he wondered, What are you people up to?
Could tens of thousands of troops really sweep in like a gust of wind and launch a surprise attack?
Just then, Zhao Meng climbed up to the city tower.
He came before Wang Xian and asked cautiously, "Your Highness, is there no fighting today?"
"I don't know."
Wang Xian sat up in his chair and stretched, gazing across the empty battlefield as he muttered, "Our duty is to hold the line, not attack. Let them play whatever games they want."
Zhao Meng frowned. "The west looks ready to erupt into a battle. Should we go help?"
"No need." Wang Xian shook his head. "The general and the strategist are over there. We'll keep watch here."
Zhao Meng set the food box in front of Wang Xian and thumped his chest. "Rest assured, Your Highness. We'll stay right here."
Wang Xian waved a hand. "Go wait below. We'll see what happens if anything comes up!"
He then looked toward the western