"That's fine. They're only empty titles. Let him have them."
Huan Wen lay on his side on the couch. After a moment's thought, he readily agreed to Deng Xia's central request. "Isn't it just the Administrator of Jingling? The title of Champion General is a little more troublesome, though... Yulong, you..."
Liu Cheng immediately stepped forward, ready to receive his orders.
"No need." Huan Wen thought for a moment, then waved a hand again, apparently a little embarrassed himself. "It's the New Year. There's no need to make a special trip. I've already agreed to the Administrator of Jingling; this little matter won't make much difference... I'll write back to Deng Xia shortly about the Administrator of Jingling. Write a private letter and send it along with mine. Tell him that the Champion General up north still has three thousand Shaan-Luo soldiers under his command. Do you understand what I mean?"
"Understood." Liu Acheng saw the light. "I'll write it. The explanation will be my own private assessment, a personal conjecture shared with him out of friendship, with no connection to any official correspondence."
Clearly, Huan Wen had even blacker intentions toward that Champion General up north!
He meant to swallow him alive, strip him bare, then eat him clean and wipe his mouth.
Huan Wen nodded, considering the matter settled, and was about to summon someone to write the letter. But when he turned his head, Liu Cheng had not gone to write his letter and was still standing beside him. He asked again, "Is there anything else?"
Not daring to delay, Liu Cheng stepped forward and handed over the table he had prepared earlier.
Huan Wen took it and gave it a cursory look. His forehead creased, and his eyebrows bristled. "Yulong, is this thing you've put together