Huade Prefecture City, in the original prefect's hall.
Little Prince Wutuo wore a long robe of deep azure and sat upright on the main seat, holding a cup of tea and savoring it slowly.
Wutuo was thirty something years old. His face was not as coarse and rugged as that of ordinary Hu tribe men; his features were sharply defined, his cheeks cold and handsome as if carved by a knife. His temperament also lacked the crudeness of the Hu tribe. He was extremely devoted to Da Rong's Confucian culture, loved the Confucian classics, and in both conduct and bearing followed Confucian rites.
He loved Da Rong's splendor, loved Da Rong's prosperity, loved everything about Da Rong, and so he longed to obtain everything Da Rong possessed.
Only after finishing the bowl of tea did he raise his head and look toward Cui Liang, who stood in the hall.
"You say Yang Zhengshan has already led his army to occupy Guan Shankou?" he asked calmly.
Guan Shankou was the exit of Nameless Valley. The valley had no name, but the valley's exit had the name "Guan Shankou."
"Reporting to Your Highness, this subordinate has already sent people to confirm it. The Chongshan Town army has pitched camp outside Guan Shankou," Cui Liang said with utmost respect.
"Oh!"
A smile touched the corner of Wutuo's mouth, and his eyes flickered. "If I remember correctly, that Guan Shankou should be very spacious!"
"Yes. Guan Shankou is fully two li wide, and the slopes on both sides are relatively gentle. There would be no problem galloping on horseback up there!" Cui Liang said.
Wutuo rose, holding a folding fan and tapping it against his own palm as he said, "Interesting. He wants to fight a great battle with us at Guan Shankou!"
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