Although Liu Hong did not want the scheming of the man behind the scenes—"Dragon Spear" Liu Wu—to succeed.
Keeping Asutai gave him room to advance or retreat.
But with Du Cang's arrival, he had to rein in every selfish thought.
"Liuan, bring Asutai over."
"Yes."
Du Cang chuckled at this and controlled the handsome guard to sit opposite him with great swagger.
While they waited.
Liu Hong slowly closed the unfinished memorial on the table. His head was slightly bowed, and the gloom in his eyes did not disperse.
"What General Du intends to do is not for Liu to question, but Liu has only one suggestion."
Du Cang sneered. "Lord Liu fears I might take Xiao Yuan's life?"
Liu Hong nodded. When he raised his head, his gaze was clear and bright.
"If Old Marquis Xiao were still here, he could still suppress those hot-blooded men in the Dingyuan Army, and he could also make Xiao Jinghong wary."
"If he were to die unexpectedly, do you think Xiao Jinghong would lead troops to the Tea Horse Road?"
"Furthermore, the Dingyuan Army suffered severe losses in the Barbarian Tribe's earlier assault. Now that they have recovered some of their strength, they are precisely in need of bloodshed."
"The Peacock Banner under your King is neither too near nor too far away, and its strength is somewhat weaker than Poshushuo Kingdom and the Barbarian Tribe's army. It is just right."
He stopped at the right point.
The smile on Du Cang's face faded slightly. He nodded. "Lord Liu is right."
"Although that old thing Xiao Yuan bears a deep grudge against Poshushuo Kingdom, and bringing his head back would surely please the King, it would indeed bring some disaster as well."
After a pause, he looked at Liu Hong and asked,