I'm Not Interested in Money

After Song Chen left, Lan Tian braved the blazing sun and headed to the Military District himself.

Gao Shun had formally stepped down as commander of the Trap-Breaking Army. Aside from occasionally visiting Tiger Guards Martial Hall to inspect its preparations, he spent most of his time working in the Ministry of War Bureau.

"Sir, weren't you resting at home this afternoon? Why did you come all the way here? If you needed anything, you could have had Gao Yuan summon me." Gao Shun hurried forward to greet him.

"There are some matters I need to discuss with you." Lan Tian walked in, pulled out a chair, and sat down. He then briefly recounted how Shi Xie had plotted against him.

Gao Shun sat beside Lan Tian, stroking his beard with a frown. "When Boyang and I passed through Jiaozhi, we heard that Shi Xie was old and bedridden, while his son Shi Hui had shut himself away because of sores on his back. They treated us warmly both coming and going; there was no sign whatsoever of such malicious intent. Could that letter have been forged?"

Lan Tian shook his head. "For years, the Shi Clan has used the Wu brothers' channels to transmit information, so the letter should be genuine. Perhaps the father and son of the Shi Clan are merely pretending to be ill."

"It would be understandable for Shi Hui to fake an illness, but Shi Xie is already eighty-five this year. At that age, couldn't he let go of the world at any moment?" Gao Shun pinched his chin as he analyzed the matter.

Lan Tian smiled leisurely without confirming or denying it. Shi Xie had historically lived to nearly ninety, an age utterly out of place in the era of the Three Kingdoms, so