"Let's go. We should pay this young genius a proper visit and soothe him, lest he do something impulsive again."
Having said this, Fan Zhong took the two deputy commanders to see Sikong Jing.
Before the Sikong Jing they saw as nothing more than a youngster, Fan Zhong and the other two did not beat around the bush. They went straight to the point, saying he was too young to stand in the limelight, that it would make him an easy target for vengeance, and so on.
They appealed to his feelings and reasoned with him; their methods of stealing credit were far more sophisticated than Mo Yang's.
In the end, Fan Zhong said earnestly, "Of course, I won't treat you unfairly. I hope you can understand."
"I don't mind, Lord Fan," Sikong Jing replied with a shrug.
"Hahaha, you're teachable indeed. Once the fighting settles down, come report to the Yun Province War Office."
Fan Zhong laughed heartily, deeply satisfied with Sikong Jing's attitude. After promising to support Sikong Jing in the future, he turned and left.
Watching them disappear, A-Hu snapped furiously, "Why is everyone in the Yun Province War Office like this?"
"I'm so mad I could die! They're all birds of a feather—every last one of them is rotten!"
Old Zhang was panting like a bull as well. They had stolen Brother Sikong's great merit, yet still expected Brother Sikong to be grateful to them. They deserved to be hacked into a thousand pieces.
Sikong Jing said in a faint voice, "I've wronged you two. Actually, I expected this, and I don't want to become famous."
Just as Sui Yu worried, if he became too famous, Yan Tianmo and Yan Ruyu would learn of him. At present, that would be extremely disadvantageous to him.
He only