After his cold sneer, Li Jingxuan looked at the Prince of Badong again. This time, the prince finally met his eyes!
Li Jingxuan was delighted. He knew the Prince of Badong had begun to harbor doubts.
Although the Prince of Badong had explicitly said last night that even a recommendation from Wang Yang to delay leaving Jingzhou would prove nothing, Li Jingxuan's analysis had still left a shadow in his mind.
Wang Yang, oh, Wang Yang. Blame your own secret ambitions and your delay in sending out the troops. Don't blame me...
"In warfare, there are times for patience and times for haste.
"When attacking and defending forces stand differently, and a position cannot be taken at once, one must proceed slowly and wear it down.
"When the timing of Heaven and human affairs allows not a hair's breadth of delay, one must act swiftly to seize the opportunity.
"Now our prince has raised troops in the Western Province with the aim of replacing the dynasty. This is the moment when the mandate of Heaven commands haste!
"Wenyang is a remnant commandery, an isolated backwater, huddling in a corner to defend itself. Here, circumstances have bestowed upon us the advantage of patience!
"Who under Heaven would ignore a fire singeing his eyebrows to tend instead to a lingering patch of scabies?"
Xue Shao put the question to Wang Yang in a ringing voice.
Earlier, when assigning responsibility for the retainer troops, the Prince of Badong had lavishly praised Wang Yang, saying that with his great talents, handling the matter would be as easy as turning his palm. Though Xue Shao had also offered a few compliments to dump the burden on him, how could he feel good, before so many people, when the same task was impossibly difficult for him