The reason it was said to be not far away was because the two sides were of different races. Even with the deal of "handing over the array diagram", the Third Prince of Anda was still wary of the two people and almost never allowed them to get close.
There was a reason for today's events, and the Third Prince particularly enjoyed watching the people of Dayu fight amongst themselves, so he stepped forward and said in broken Mandarin, "Second Prince, the Jiang family army is too shameless, and there is still some time before reinforcements arrive. Why don't we let you have your way?"
To put it nicely, it's called giving full play to one's abilities; to put it bluntly, it's just wanting to see dogs fight each other.
Zhu Changyu lowered his eyelashes, making it impossible to see his expression, but his tone was cheerful, "Thank you for the opportunity, Third Prince. I will definitely rebuke these hypocritical people and vent my anger."
Prince Anda laughed happily and waved for them to come forward.
He had just taken a step when Fang Yuan grabbed him again.
"Your Highness," the former top scholar said, his face pale, each word deliberate, "must it be this way? Don't forget, we were once men of great ambition. As long as we live, we can always rebuild."
“The green hills have long been covered, where can the green smoke rise now?” Zhu Changyu’s expression was inscrutable. “Under an overturned nest, how can any egg remain intact? A Yuan, you have been blinded by desires, always thinking that you are a god descended to earth, but you do not know that the god of disaster is also a god.”
Fang Yuan's expression shifted slightly, and he slowly released his right hand.
The third prince of Anda, standing to the side, looked puzzled and pulled his advisor aside to ask, "What are these two whispering about? I can't quite understand what they're saying."
"It seems to be a line from a poem from the Central Plains, and it even mentions some kind of god." The strategist added, "It must be related to the usurpation of the throne."
The third prince was relieved and extended his hand, saying, "Second Prince, please."
They said nice things, but in reality, several armed Tartars followed closely behind, watching Zhu Changyu stand under the city gate, watching him roll up his sleeves and shout and curse.
"Don't think that mere kinship can move me. You say you'll spare my life, but you're actually trying to confuse me. History is in your hands; you can write it however you want."
“Until that moment comes, who knows what he will choose, who knows if he will spare my life? Is it wrong for me to plan for myself? I just want to live, to live a better life.”
"But... the brocade zither has fifty strings for no reason, and each string and bridge evokes thoughts of bygone years."
He looked up, unsure whether he was looking at his compatriots on the city wall, swords drawn, or reminiscing about the past self who had charged forward with resentment.
His heart was indeed filled with hatred, and his methods were dirty and despicable. He wanted to sit on that throne, but wasn't he also taking revenge on this dynasty?
"You're right, people who have no love in their hearts see everyone as black."
Zhu Changyu turned around and walked step by step toward the alien race.
Fang Heng, standing on the city wall, was puzzled. "What is he doing? Why is he suddenly reciting poetry?"
"I don't know." Jiang Chengyuan shook his head. "How long until reinforcements arrive? I'm so tired of hearing them hurl insults at me."
"It should be soon." Fang Heng gazed at the horizon before looking away.
Zhu Changyu had somehow walked up to the Third Prince of Anda. Noticing the guards' wariness, he immediately stopped and said with a wry smile, "Third Prince, I won't go over there. Your people are just too wary of us."
"But I won't go and shout insults anymore, after all, that's my home and country."
His expression revealed a complex mix of love and hate, so indescribable.
Prince Anda was relieved and laughed heartily, saying, "If Your Highness doesn't want to go, then don't go. You have an advisor by your side; just let him go."
Fang Yuan's expression froze instantly. "Third Prince, please spare me. Do you see that person up there? He's my cousin."
He pointed at Fang Heng, a hint of nostalgia in his eyes, "Back then, we studied with our grandfather together. One of us became a military general, and the other a civil official. He said we should guard the border and drive out the Tartars, and I said we should protect the imperial power and control the aristocratic families. Together we built a peaceful and prosperous world."
As a result, more than ten years later, one of them stood on the city wall defending against the Tartars, while the other stood below the city wall keeping the Tartars company.
"Third Prince, please be magnanimous and spare me." Fang Yuan approached without anyone noticing, fawning over him. "No matter how shameless I am, I can't challenge my cousin."
While enjoying himself, Prince Adachi felt the distance was too close and was about to take two steps back.
In the blink of an eye, Fang Yuan suddenly stood up and kicked the guard holding the knife to the ground.
Zhu Changyu, who was a little further away, quickly looked up, rushed over in a few steps, and kicked another guard away.
Once Fang Yuan had quickly dealt with the strategist, only Prince Anda remained standing in the center of the army.
“You…aren’t you civil officials?” he stammered, hesitant to act rashly. “What do you two want to do? The Anda tribe is willing to befriend you and support you to ascend the throne. Don’t act rashly.”
"Can you really shake the foundations of the Great Yu?" Zhu Changyu asked expressionlessly. "Even if you do, can you hand over the imperial power to me?"
Prince Adachi was speechless.
“We chose you back then only because we had no other choice. The Dayu Dynasty occupied the entire Central Plains, and we were surrounded by Japanese pirates and Tartars. We didn’t even have a springboard.”
"I do have thoughts of revenge. I hate this country and its people, so I handed over the formation diagram."
"But my hatred has nothing to do with innocent soldiers or ordinary people."
“I haven’t come to my senses, nor have I let go of my hatred. I just… can no longer bear the torment of my conscience. I don’t know if Xiao Wu really wanted to spare my life or if he was just saying it to me on purpose, but it doesn’t matter anymore.”
“A mistake is a mistake, and the mistake has been made. The guilty son, Changyu, has no face to face the people of Dayu, and can only leave with the Third Prince.”
"History should not record me as a good person. I am guilty, guilty of unforgivable sins."
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