Jiang Baichuan looked at the fire in his eldest son's eyes, and his heart skipped a beat. He deliberately lowered his voice: "Ling'er, calm down. Don't forget the women in the capital."

"That person...although he is a bit incompetent, he is still the emperor. Perhaps there is a misunderstanding this time."

"The late emperor promised that as long as the Jiang family sincerely assisted him, he would not touch the Jiang family and would ensure the Jiang family's glory for a hundred years. Now it has only been fifty years."

Jiang Ling's eyebrows and eyes were still gentle, but her eyes were very bright.

"Yes, but he is not the late emperor, nor one of the eight princes vying for the throne. He was born to a palace maid and only had good luck to climb to that position."

"For him, the throne is the most important thing. If a man can't even tolerate an outstanding prince, are you sure he can tolerate a high-ranking official?"

Jiang Baichuan moved his lips, but in the end he said nothing.

Jiang Ling continued, "I investigated the accidental death of the prince who was once as famous as me. Do you know who the clues lead to?"

"Oh, my Lord, even a tiger won't eat its own cubs. Besides, he's obsessed with the elixir of immortality. What's he really after? I'm just deceiving myself if I don't know."

Jiang Baichuan faced his eldest son's firm words and knew the boy's temper. Once he set his mind to something, even ten oxen could not pull him back.

He sighed and said, "Tell me in detail what you want to do. Be careful and cautious in what you do. Don't give anyone an advantage."

Jiang Ling was a little surprised when he saw him let go: "Dad, I thought you would whip me, send someone to watch me, and not let me do anything."

Jiang Baichuan rolled his eyes at him and said in a low voice, "As a father, I know what kind of personality you have. Stopping you will only make you more aggressive. It's better for me to keep an eye on you."

"At least we know what you're doing. If something goes wrong, we can prepare and cover it up in advance."

"Also, there's something else about your grandmother's letter. It has a lot of hidden meaning. I think something unexpected may have happened in the capital that we're not aware of."

"Grandma's letter?"

Jiang Ling stretched out his hand and said directly: "Dad, I want to see grandma's letter. If grandma also left a clue, then the person in it is probably really interested in the Jiang family."

Jiang Baichuan nodded, stood up and returned to the main tent. He quickly took the letter and watched him roast it in the candlelight.

A line of words slowly appeared on the paper.

[The king is faithful and the ministers are loyal. The king moves and the ministers retreat. Come back alive! ]

As the temperature dropped, the words slowly faded away.

Jiang Baichuan reached out and took it, then set it on fire. Keeping the letter would be a hidden danger, so he would feel at ease if he burned it.

Jiang Ling watched the flames quietly as they devoured the paper bit by bit. Her voice was a little hoarse, "Dad, Grandma... must have known something, but she just couldn't bring herself to tell us directly."

"If that person hadn't changed, Grandma wouldn't have said the second half of that sentence. We should have made plans earlier."

"It's been decades. All my uncles and cousins ​​have died. How many of us are worthy of the Jiang family's rule? It was he who betrayed us first."

Jiang Baichuan sighed, and a low voice came: "Be careful, be cautious, don't be reckless."

"Well, I understand. Don't worry, Dad."

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As autumn was drawing to a close, the Huns' harassment became more frequent, and there was a hint that a major war was about to begin.

The atmosphere in the military camp became increasingly tense.

Jiang Sheng was standing on the cleared land. A cold wind blew and he couldn't help shivering. The breath he exhaled was faintly filled with white mist.

"Wow, this autumn in southern Xinjiang is really cold. I can't imagine how cold it would be in the winter..."

A shrill horn sounded.

Jiang Sheng's body froze, and he looked in one direction in disbelief, muttering, "What's going on? Is there a big battle?"

He quickly turned around, mounted his horse, and rushed towards the military camp.

As soon as we entered the military camp, we saw wounded soldiers being carried down continuously, crying out in pain, which was heartbreaking.

Lin Chuan came out, pulled the man into the tent, and said with satisfaction and seriousness on his face: "Brother, stop being dazed, hurry up and save him, Master and I are too busy, do you hear me?"

Jiang Sheng came back to his senses, adjusted his mood and got busy. He was very busy in the tent.

"Legs! My legs are gone and it hurts!"

"Come here, my arm has been cut, stop the bleeding quickly..."

Once he got busy, he had no time to eat. After finally treating the wounded, Linchuan leaned on Jiang Sheng tiredly, no longer as sarcastic as before.

"I'm tired. I'm so tired."

Jiang Sheng glanced at him and whispered, "Brother, why don't you go and take a rest? I'll take care of this place."

Not knowing what had offended him, Lin Chuan stood up and said unhappily, "Haha, I'm your senior brother, so there's no reason for me to lose to you. What are you looking at? Go get me something to eat."

After saying this, his tone softened a bit: "Don't poison me, I'm busy and don't have time to detoxify."

“…?”

Jiang Sheng took a look and saw the person who was holding on sighing. He was a nice person, but he was very harsh with his words.

I turned around and went out to make some food. When I brought it in, I saw that the man was so tired that he fell asleep sitting on the ground.

He walked over and squatted down: "Brother, wake up and eat something before going to sleep, otherwise your body will not be able to bear it."

Linchuan opened his eyes in a daze, still with a sullen face. In the end, he didn't say anything. It was mainly because he had no strength and was too tired. He would rather eat something instead.

The two of them ate quietly, neither of them saying a word.

After finishing his meal quickly, Lin Chuan whispered, "Thank you!"

Jiang Sheng looked over and saw only his back. He said helplessly, "You are my senior brother. Even if I go to serve the young general, this will not change."

"Brother, I won't compete with you for the Master. Please don't be so hostile in the future. Let's get along well, okay?"

"I'm so busy every day. It would be so tiring to quarrel again."

"...I'm tired. I'm going to rest first. You can watch over here."

Jiang Sheng looked at the person who left, and the corners of his mouth twitched. Well, he just couldn't understand it. This person's life was really weird.

Inside the tent

Jiang Ling looked at the map and nodded, saying in a deep voice, "This war has been dragging on for a long time, which is not good for Dagan. We need to think of other ways."

An old general said in a deep voice, "Wangchuan Cliff Mountain passes through where the Xiongnu camp is located. If we can catch them off guard, we can tear a hole here."

"When the time comes, we'll push our army over and force them to cease fighting before winter. If we continue to waste time, our food supplies will run out."

As soon as these words were spoken, the tent fell silent.

Crossing the Wangchuan Cliff Mountain and heading straight into the heart of the enemy, if you are not careful, the entire army will be wiped out. Even if it is not wiped out, it will be a life-or-death situation.

Jiang Ziang took the initiative and said, "Father, let me lead the black armor soldiers. Give me five thousand black armor soldiers, and I will definitely be able to tear open a gap."

Jiang Baichuan looked at him and found it difficult to make a decision.

"this……"

"Father, please let me go. The Huns can afford to waste time, but we can't. If we continue to fight, our soldiers will have to fight on empty stomachs."

"Then the loss will only be greater. Why don't I take the others with me? Big brother, please help me persuade the commander-in-chief."