Just as Zhao Erhu had said, life had indeed not been easy for him these past years.
He did not like burying himself in mountains of documents and endless meetings. What he liked was galloping on horseback, living between life and death on the battlefield.
Of course, he had changed. Like Jiang Wuyang, his authority had grown by the day. But what had not changed was that he had never been so keen on power. The good life he wanted was one where he did not have to worry about survival, and could simply drink heartily and eat meat with his brothers.
He had never imagined that the great brother he had met by chance back then would, in just a few years, lead him to where they were today. He would not even have dared dream of it.
But now that the internal wars had basically been fought, all that remained were the borderlands. The plateau was not being particularly obedient, but everywhere else was generally stable. He truly did not want to keep moving. He truly wanted to settle down somewhere and live comfortably.
So, after congratulating his great brother, he directly and honestly stated what he wanted.
Wang Yan looked at Jiang Wuyang, who had come in behind him and was standing there grinning foolishly, and could not help shaking his head. "You two are exactly alike. Third Brother came back a few days before you, and the moment he saw me, he started shouting that he was done, that he wasn't leaving again. And you too—you haven't even finished looking through your princely residence, yet you've come to dump your responsibilities on me?"
"Big Brother, I've really had enough. Before, you said the army was out there and that you needed someone you could trust. But