Leaving aside Yuan Shang and Feng Ji's scheme, Jiang Yiqu beside them remained silent. Deep down, he somewhat disapproved of Feng Ji and Yuan Shang.
The central theme of the Three Kingdoms Plane was loyalty, filial piety, righteousness, and honor.
Back when Yuan Shao had seized Han Fu's Jizhou, it was because Han Fu had been an old retainer of the Yuan Clan. As one of the Yuan Clan's Twin Stars, Yuan Shao taking Han Fu's territory was like a master taking a servant's land; it would not provoke much criticism.
But Yuan Xi was his own blood brother. How could he be compared with the likes of Han Fu?
For the sake of brotherly affection, Yuan Xi had come alone to this meeting. Even if it was not enough to move heaven and earth, it still displayed heroic spirit. By comparison, Yuan Shang and Feng Ji's scheme was truly petty and underhanded, the trickery of small men—like a filthy ditch, too disgusting to look at.
After returning to the central command tent, Jiang Yiqu could not help sighing. "They are blood brothers, so why are they so different?"
One of his trusted guards, who was usually quite familiar with Jiang Yiqu, chimed in, "General, what is so strange about that? Even the nine sons born of a dragon are all different. Back in my hometown, there were two brothers born of the same mother. The eldest was short and weak, unable even to truss a chicken, while the second was handsome and imposing, with strength far beyond ordinary men. Who could explain that?"
Jiang Yiqu fell into thought.
Time shifted back two hours.
Zhen Mi nestled in Bai Xiaowen's embrace.
"Husband, everything that has happened over the past half month feels like a dream."
As Bai Xiaowen listened