Jiang Zhengyang's expression was far from pleasant. He stared coldly at Zuo Xingjian and said, "Have you forgotten our agreement?" Their earlier agreement was that Jiang Zhengyang would leave him five hundred thousand jin of grain, but only after Jiang Zhengyang had safely left the area.
Zuo Xingjian smiled. "There is no need for suspicion, my lord. I came here to ensure your safety, not because I doubt your word." Although he had left Jiang Zhengyang's command many years ago, he still maintained considerable deference in his presence.
Jiang Zhengyang cursed inwardly. Like hell! Your horizons are that narrow, Zuo Xingjian. Are you worried I'll break my promise and refuse to give you those five hundred thousand jin of grain? What kind of man do you take me for? Would I ever go back on my word like that? Furious as he was, he had to suppress his anger. "Xingjian," he said gravely, "I simply don't want to drag you into this." That was also the truth. He wanted to protect Zuo Xingjian and, as far as possible, prevent others from thinking Zuo Xingjian had participated in this grain seizure.
If Zuo Xingjian could stay out of the affair and continue guarding White Spring City, that would benefit him as well. When he counterattacked Wuxing Commandery in the future, Zuo Xingjian could support him from within. Jiang Zhengyang had worked out a fine plan, but unfortunately, Zuo Xingjian was no man for great undertakings. All he could see was those five hundred thousand shi of grain. Looking at the fellow's greedy, fearful eyes, Jiang Zhengyang realized he had found himself a pig of a teammate.
Zuo Xingjian was not as stupid as Jiang Zhengyang thought. He, too, saw the situation clearly. Jiang Zhengyang making off with a hundred thousand shi