The Prince of Badong was deeply conflicted. On the one hand, Heaven had sent him a great talent to assist him. Never mind being fortune's chosen one or the sheer delight of winning without lifting a finger-for the sake of his future ambitions alone, he ought to keep playing out this scene of harmony between lord and minister.
On the other hand, watching Wang Yang command all the attention in the army, with everyone bowing their heads and obeying his orders, truly grated on him.
While the Prince of Badong wrestled with his feelings, Wang Yang continued handling military affairs:
"Li Zaifu."
A general immediately stepped forward:
"Here, sir!"
"For the capture of Zhouling, the foremost credit belongs to you. I have recorded your merit, and once the campaign is settled, rewards will be assessed together. For now, I promote you two ranks and place all forces north of Gangzishi and Changyang Harbor under your command. You will advance in protection of the fleet's left flank. Can you undertake this?"
Startled and delighted, Li Zaifu immediately dropped to his knees, his armor rustling:
"I would gladly serve unto death!"
Li Jingxuan cast a sidelong glance at the Prince of Badong.
The prince still sat there at his ease, apparently unchanged.
Wang Yang's voice cooled slightly:
"There must be no trouble along the fleet's left bank. If even a single arrow reaches our gunwales, bring me your head."
A chill gripped Li Zaifu's heart, and he answered in trepidation.
Just then, a voice announced:
"Urgent dispatch from the Jiang'an Army!"
"Admit him."
The messenger was soon led in. Upon entering the hall, he bowed:
"I am Chen Wu, a commandant serving with the Jiang'an Army. Army Commander Feng Quanzu has sent me posthaste to report our military situation!"
"Speak."
"General Feng