The Gift of a Living Bodhisattva [Monthly Tickets, Please]

Huang Lie flew into a rage, and the tent fell silent.

The messenger clasped his hands and knelt on one knee, head lowered, not daring to look at the fury on Huang Lie's face. "Every word is true."

Crack—

The bamboo slips in Huang Lie's hands shattered at the sound.

The secret letter had come from the commander who was gathering the remnants of Ganzhou's forces. It detailed how Yun Ce had wounded the defending general and defected. Though the two sides were enemies, the veteran hadn't deliberately embellished anything, describing events from as neutral a perspective as possible.

It made no difference.

Huang Lie scanned the letter in a flash and flew into a rage all the same.

The veins on his forehead swelled and bulged, thick and distinct. His back teeth ground against each other; every detail revealed his state of mind. Huang Lie took several heavy breaths, then kicked the desk out of his way. "Yun Yuanmou, well done!"

After his fury came calm. "Well done!"

An aide beneath the tent said, "The traitor deserves death!"

"Yun Ce is so utterly ungrateful. We absolutely cannot let him go!" Though they didn't much like Yun Ce and knew the boy wasn't one of their own, they'd never expected him to defect at such a critical moment, using such an absurd excuse.

Everyone beneath the tent denounced Yun Ce.

One hot-blooded young officer even stepped forward. "I'm willing to lead troops to capture him and tear him apart alive! Let me vent Your Lordship's anger!"

Several others echoed him.

Huang Lie raised a hand to quiet them, a trace of reluctance in his eyes. "Capture him? What's the point? Don't you know that when you beat a dog, you have to consider its master? Yun Yuanmou alone is nothing