When Sima Yi's army arrived, they found the city gates wide open, and several servants dressed in coarse linen clothes were cleaning the city.
The entire city was eerily quiet, except for the cleaning staff and patrolling soldiers, and the battle flags hanging on the city walls fluttering in the wind.
"Hmph, playing tricks!"
Sima Zhao snorted coldly and was about to lead his troops in, but Sima Yi stopped him directly.
"Father, why are you stopping me? Zhuge Liang is right on the city wall. If we break through and capture him alive, it will be a great achievement!" Sima Zhao said.
Sima Yi shook his head: "My son, don't you find this strange?"
"What's strange?"
“From what I understand, Zhuge Liang never took risks in his life. For him to make such a big fuss, I’m afraid…”
Sima Yi hadn't finished speaking, but a glint of light flashed in his eyes, as if he had figured something out.
"Does Father mean that Zhuge Liang has an ambush in the city?"
Sima Yi nodded, the meaning of which was self-evident.
But for Sima Zhao, such a small city, even with an ambush, should be easily breached, right? Why is his father still so cautious?
Of course, although Sima Zhao was puzzled, he still asked respectfully, "Father, what should we do now?"
"Wait!" Sima Yi said.
"Wait?" Sima Zhao was even more confused. It seemed like everything was ready, so why was he being told to wait? What kind of nonsense was this?
"Yes!" Sima Yi confirmed again, and said, "Trust your father."
"Your son obeys."
Sima Zhao had no choice but to obey his father's orders, and led his men to set up camp on the spot, patiently waiting for news.
At the same time, under the moonlight, Zhuge Liang began to play the zither. As the melodious tune began, a series of eerie melodies echoed in the air.
Sima Yi frowned. The music gave him a very strange feeling, as if something in the dark was pulling him.
"Could it really be as I suspected?" Sima Yi muttered to himself.
The moment he slowly closed his eyes to listen, their souls seemed to travel through time and space, arriving in a mysterious realm.
In this space, there is no smoke of war, no scheming of power, only the dialogue between the souls of two wise men.
Zhuge Liang spoke first, his voice calm and deep: "Sima Zhongda, as you and I both know, this war is not only a struggle between Shu and Wei, but also a contest of righteousness for the world."
Sima Yi responded in a deep voice, his eyes firm and profound: "Kongming, we have fought each other with wit and courage, and each has had its victories and defeats, but today, I must fight for my family and for my country."
Zhuge Liang smiled slightly, his words revealing the brilliance of wisdom: "Zhongda, have you ever considered that if the Shu army falls, how could the Sima family survive alone? Have you forgotten that Cao Cao kept you hidden for ten years?"
Sima Yi fell silent, his soul trembling at these words.
He knew that Zhuge Liang was telling the truth. If Zhuge Liang died, he would not be able to escape unscathed, and the entire Sima family would probably face chaos.
Sima Yi, however, did not want to be manipulated by Zhuge Liang. His expression changed drastically, and he shouted at Zhuge Liang, "No! You are deceiving me!"
"You don't have a single soldier in your city, do you?"
"As long as I lead my troops in, I will surely win this battle! My Great Wei can then take advantage of the situation to conquer Yizhou, pacify Sun Quan, and unify the world!"
Sima Yi became more and more excited as he spoke.
It seemed that all of this was really close at hand, and a magnificent picture appeared in his mind.
Zhuge Liang glanced indifferently at the frenzied Sima Yi and sighed: "Zhongda, I know you have lofty ambitions and want to make Wei rule the world, but unfortunately, you are wrong."
"Oh? I was wrong?" Sima Yi scoffed. He thought Zhuge Liang was probably afraid that he would take away the glory that belonged to him, so he deliberately used such a high-sounding reason to deceive him.
Zhuge Liang shook his head: "You've overlooked the most important point."
"What is it?" Sima Yi asked.
"Throughout history, those who have gained power have always been like the rabbit that has been caught and the hunting dog that has been cooked. How can you expect to remain unscathed?" Zhuge Liang retorted.
"Hahaha, Kongming, you're still afraid of me after all! That's just an excuse you used to mislead me!" Sima Yi laughed wildly.
"If I send troops in now, it will all be over! Isn't that right?"
Zhuge Liang lightly waved his feather fan and laughed, "Oh? Is that so? Is everything really over?"
After Emperor Gaozu of Han (Liu Bang) unified the country, how did Han Xin die? How did Xiao He die? And how did his brothers who had fought alongside him die?
You know better than I what the phrase "merit overshadows the master" means!
Zhuge Liang's series of questions brought Sima Yi's smile to an abrupt end.
"Are you trying to fool me?" Sima Yi gritted his teeth.
I wasn't trying to scare you!
"If you really wanted to break in, why bother coming here to talk to me?"
"Because you know better than anyone that you dare not attack! You dare not kill me!" Zhuge Liang's voice was full of certainty, as if he had seen through Sima Yi long ago.
Sima Yi, his face flushed red, roared, "Nonsense!"
At this moment, Zhuge Liang's face became somewhat distorted.
The next second, when Sima Yi looked up again, he found that Zhuge Liang was nowhere to be seen. Instead, it was himself!
"Sima Yi! Face your heart. Do you really only want to be a capable minister, only to end up like a cunning rabbit that has been caught and then cooked?"
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