Stepping on Zou Bugui to Move Forward

"That little rascal is exactly like that bunch from the imperial court!"

Dong Zhongshu silently gathered up his spellcasting implements.

The label of "shameless rogue" that Dong Zhongshu had attached to Zhang Xuezhou had undoubtedly risen another notch.

Dong Zhongshu was also glad that Zhang Xuezhou was full of wicked tricks but weak. If he had their level of strength, Dong Zhongshu felt that even he would have to guard against people like Zhang Xuezhou, lest he fall into a trap without realizing it.

Lu Neng and the others were undoubtedly an example.

With a single idea, Zhang Xuezhou had forced these imperial guards, who originally had no need to fight Kong Ning, to rush into battle.

Although success in this battle would benefit the court and do even more to secure the crown prince's position, no one was willing to lay down their own head and spill their own blood.

The guards were merely performing their official duties in battle, while Zhang Xuezhou reaped all the benefits.

A faint sigh crossed Dong Zhongshu's face as he chatted idly with Sima Xiangru.

If he had learned Zhang Xuezhou's tricks earlier, how would he and Sima Xiangru have fallen to their present state?

"You could get a middle-grade, class-A Technique!"

Near the crown prince's carriage, Zhang Qian's face was full of envy.

Having been stationed in the Western Border Military District for years, Zhang Qian knew very well what a middle-grade, class-A Technique was worth.

Zhang Qian felt that even if everything went smoothly for ten years, he still would not come close to laying hands on anything class A.

For many generals, obtaining a single manual for an upper-grade, class-B Technique Method in their lifetime was already extraordinarily fortunate.

Such Techniques were exceedingly rare, and even the Great Han court