Watching Yang Jian's retreating back, Shi Wansui snorted coldly. "That old bastard's petty-minded."
"Did Brother clash with him?" Wang Yan asked.
"Wasn't it because I fought fiercely over there, and I also rode on the momentum you built? The Turkic Khaganate spent most of its efforts on you, so things moved quickly on my side. That old bastard Yang Su never got a chance to distinguish himself and didn't fight many battles. He's a renowned general himself, after all—so now he bears a grudge against us brothers."
"Damn that dog bastard. I should've caught some of his family's juniors and chopped down a few more."
Shi Wansui burst out laughing. He knew Wang Yan was speaking in anger, but he was quite pleased that Wang Yan had always stood united with him. Yang Su was part of the Crown Prince faction now, as were the two brothers, yet they had never gotten along with Yang Su.
He leaned closer and lowered his voice. "Ziyan, is he still upset because the Turkic people went to him to surrender instead of coming to you?"
"Back when he made us brothers compete in martial contests, I remembered it. This time, I can understand why the Turkic Khaganate surrendered to him. They didn't dare come to me. They were afraid I'd get carried away and insist on wiping them out, afraid I'd chop down their envoy and pretend I'd never heard a thing. They must've learned somewhere that old bastard Yang Su and I don't get along, so they ran to him and poisoned him against me.
"The Turkic Khaganate made the right choice. If they'd come to me, I really would've chopped them up. But they couldn't just not come to me. They didn't even send anyone to die—that's looking down on me,