"Calm your anger, Marshal. The rebel Ning Fengzhi's actions are indeed infuriating! But even if we curse him for a thousand years, we cannot curse him to death."
"Do you have a good plan, General Xue?" Marshal Ge Long steadied his turbulent emotions and hurriedly poured Xue Tian a cup of tea.
Xue Tian took a sip to moisten his throat, then spoke gravely. "There is something else you may not know, Marshal Ge Long-the Emperor Xue Beng sitting on the dragon throne today is not the real Emperor Xue Beng!"
"What do you mean?" Marshal Ge Long froze.
"Please take a look, Marshal." Xue Tian produced a letter.
Marshal Ge Long took the letter and examined it. The handwriting was elegant, clearly the work of a well-bred young lady.
"This is a letter my cousin, Princess Xue Ke, risked her life to have delivered to me," Xue Tian explained.
As Marshal Ge Long read the letter in his hands, his grip gradually tightened, and the veins on his forehead throbbed. It recorded several strange things Princess Xue Ke had noticed about Xue Beng. In the end, she concluded that he was very likely not her real fourth brother, Xue Beng, but an impostor who had been substituted for him.
"Alas... I suspect Prince Xue Beng died back when the Yellow Turban Bandits were causing havoc." Xue Tian sighed deeply, shaking his head as he spoke.
In truth, Princess Xue Ke had not written this letter at all. She was merely an ordinary princess trapped deep within the palace. How could she possibly have noticed anything amiss with Xue Beng? Xue Tian had forged the letter.
But whether it was genuine no longer mattered. What mattered was that Ge Long believed it was. Fiercely loyal to the Heaven Dou Imperial