Tong Pass.
After the Western Expedition Army departed, Zi Shou stopped staying in the military camp and moved into the General's Mansion, while Yu Hualong was driven out to the camp.
The mansion was naturally filled with singing and dancing, with pipes and flutes playing every night. Even the whole of Tong Pass showed not the slightest wartime tension, presenting instead a scene of bustling prosperity.
Ao Lie could not bear the sight, but there was nothing he could do. Yin Pobai could not bear it either, though his attitude was better than Ao Lie's. Not only did he refrain from remonstrating with King Zhou, he even joined him for hot pot.
For the Three Hundred Royal Guards to have put on enough weight that each man was the size of three, they naturally could not afford to turn their noses up at food.
As reports continued to arrive that the troops at Sishui Pass had still not withdrawn, Zi Shou began to feel that eating, drinking, and making merry had lost all appeal. At last, he could not help saying, "What is wrong with Lu Xiong? Why hasn't he withdrawn as ordered and changed course to rescue the Sishui Pass Remnants? Is he trying to rebel?"
Zi Shou breathed heavily, as though his anger had been compressed to its limit and would ignite at a spark, making the dancers and musicians around him shudder.
They dared not stop what they were doing and continued playing and dancing. In truth, they had long since grown accustomed to it. Over the past few days, no matter what happened, they had never paused for even a moment.
As commander of the Royal Guards, Yin Pobai naturally had to react, but he had not yet finished the roast meat in his mouth. Only