The Twelve Prophecies Confuse Mengde

The generals walked out of the main tent, speechless. Outside the curtain, Xu Huang stopped Cao Ren and advised, "The King never delays military affairs. Even when he encounters a beauty, he does not act like this. This general worries that the wooden box from this morning is strange. Could it be that Guan Yu has cast some sorcery?"

"That seems unlikely, doesn't it? I think the King's considerations are quite sound. Our army has been marching for so long and is very exhausted; there is no problem with resting a bit more." Cao Ren thought to himself, Have you forgotten the Battle of Wan City? The price the King of Wei paid for Lady Zou was enormous.

At this moment, Jiang Ji approached. With a face full of worry, he said, "Guan Yu is upright and honorable; he would not resort to sorcery. But as for Lan Ziyu, that is hard to say. In his letter, Sun Quan claimed he possesses the abilities of gods and ghosts. That wooden box just now..."

"Then what is to be done? Should we find a sorcerer to exorcise the ghosts?" Cao Ren felt a lingering fear.

"Do not be hasty. I believe the King is still normal. Let us wait for Dezu to come out and see what he says; after all, he was the one who touched the wooden box," Jiang Ji said, frowning.

"That is all we can do." The others echoed in agreement.

After a while, Yang Xiu walked out of the main tent and found all those people standing outside, looking at him with expectant eyes.

"The King has dismissed the assembly. Why are you gentlemen still lingering here?" Yang Xiu asked with a curious expression.

As the leader of the officials, Cao Ren looked at Yang Xiu