Murong Fu said, "The Prime Minister is thousands of li away from here. Perhaps he still doesn't know the results of the Northern Expedition..."
Yang Juyuan cut him off directly from across the room. "I've made myself perfectly clear. The Prime Minister ordered you to hold your position and defend yourself, and forbade you from launching attacks without authorization. Do you not understand, or what?"
Seeing Murong Fu's expression shift unpredictably, Yang Juyuan took out a command token and sneered. "Do you dare defy the Prime Minister's orders? Don't forget—whose merit was it that allowed you to become Deputy Commissioner?"
"I wouldn't dare!" Murong Fu hurriedly bowed.
"I didn't think you would." Yang Juyuan snorted and strode away.
After he left, Feng Bo'e, Bao Butong, and several other retainers came in. Murong Fu could no longer restrain himself and smashed his teacup onto the floor. "He's nothing but one of Jia Sidao's dogs, yet he dares throw his weight around before me."
Bao Butong hurriedly stopped him. "Wrong, wrong! Young Master, please mind your words. We still cannot afford to offend Jia Sidao."
Song Qingshu, hanging upside down outside the window, smiled knowingly. So it was these two oddballs. Why hadn't he seen them at the King of Shu's residence last time?
Murong Fu snorted. "Of course I know that. Otherwise, I wouldn't have let him leave so brazenly!"
Feng Bo'e said irritably from the side, "What is wrong with Jia Sidao? Young Master's prospects in this Northern Expedition are so promising. This is the perfect opportunity to achieve great deeds and make a name for himself across the realm, yet Jia Sidao keeps throwing up obstacles."
"Wrong, wrong!" Bao Butong continued, shaking his head. "There are two mistakes in what you said. First, Young Master has already become famous