Frost for a Thousand Years

Chapter 58 Strategies for Defending the City
Song Shi'an's eyes remained perfectly calm, but Wei Wusheng's heart was stirred by those words.

The smile on his face froze for a moment.

Although she quickly recovered, her momentary helplessness completely betrayed her.

It was as if they had been waiting for those words.

"During the crisis, Your Highness, as a prince, volunteered to go to the front lines. This heroic spirit of 'I will go even if there are thousands of people against me' has deeply inspired me."

Following that, Song Shi'an added to the story.

Zhu Qing and Qin Kuo, who were standing beside him, were surprisingly not offended by Song Shi'an's blatant flattery.

Flattery is common practice; everyone does it. But eye contact and facial expressions are crucial.

The reason why a petty person is a petty person is that they amplify their fawning emotions to an extreme in the corners of their eyes and mouth, thus appearing despicable and greedy.

Song Shi'an, however, was different in that while his attitude, words, and writing showed respect, he also gave off an air of particular self-importance.

"Truly worthy of being a man of my Great Yu." Wei Wusheng placed his hand on Song Shi'an's shoulder, patting him a few times with obvious approval, his eyes full of admiration.

Then came the small talk about everyday matters, exchanging pleasantries and concern.

It's quite formulaic.

Before leaving, Wei Wusheng smiled at him and said, "I will go even if there are thousands of people against me. I like this saying."

Afterwards, Wei Wusheng left with the others.

Including the female guard who was 'disguised as a man' that day.

At first, he didn't recognize him, but Song Shi'an immediately recognized the face shape and eyes.

Although he didn't understand why the Sixth Prince had planned to see him before he even wanted to go to Shuofeng, Song Shi'an was at least clear that Wei Wusheng was very welcoming to him.

"Master, I was actually able to see the Sixth Prince, and so close at that..."

The three dogs still don't feel the reality; the distance between them and the Sixth Prince is only a few inches.

"What do you think of the Sixth Prince?" Song Shi'an asked.

"How can I comment on His Highness?" San Gou whispered from behind his armor. "But he is truly handsome and approachable, and you can't sense any murderous intent about him at all."

Just now, San Gou was only afraid because of his identity.

But I never felt that sense of authority that, with just a glance, the other person might feel offended and kill me.

"really."

Song Shi'an also thought so.

Among the royal family, he had met the Prince of Zhongping, who was also handsome, but a bit effeminate and profound, completely unlike the sunny Sixth Prince.

Hopefully, he himself is a warm and caring person.

People who are unpredictable and fickle are not easy to please.

Of course, Song Shi'an wouldn't serve him.

He is about to embark on his path to becoming a dragon.

After the Sixth Prince had been gone for a while, Song Shi'an took out the paper from the memorial he had been writing, and placed it directly on the candle flame, burning it all at once.

The three dogs standing to the side were puzzled: "Why did you burn it after writing for so long?"

"Don't ask questions you shouldn't ask."

San Gou immediately shut up and behaved himself.

Bodyguards are different from secretaries, especially temporary ones. Since they are not considered confidants, you cannot reveal anything to them.

Although this is hardly a valuable secret.

His original plan was to submit a memorial to the Sixth Prince during the march, like submitting a resume for an interview.

But now that he craves himself so much, none of that matters anymore.

"I'll go out for a bit and stay at the door," Song Shi'an said to him.

"But the commander-in-chief's intention is to have his men protect the hall master at all times."

"He meant to ensure my safety after the march. What dangers are there in the military camp?"

"……Yes."

Song Shi'an left without offering any further explanation.

San Gou obediently guarded the door.

Without any hesitation, Song Shi'an went to the barracks of the Lieutenant General.

Elite guards stood at the entrance, one of whom asked expressionlessly, "Who goes there? What brings you here?"

"The magistrate of Shuofeng County requests an audience with Your Highness," said Song Shi'an.

"Please wait a moment, sir."

Upon learning of this, one of the other party immediately went to report it.

He came out quickly, raising a hand: "My lord."

Song Shi'an raised his hands in a French military salute.

After searching Song Shi'an thoroughly to make sure he wasn't carrying any weapons, the other party released him.

And so, with steady steps, he walked inside.

Song Shi'an still remembers how nervous he was during his first job interview, his hands were trembling.

As a test-taker from a small village, he was indeed very hardworking and good at taking exams, but compared to those city kids who could chat with their teachers in elementary school, he lacked confidence, was a bit more stage-frightened, and had a natural weakness in interpersonal skills.

But people are often forced into things.

Song Shi'an put in a great deal of effort after birth to improve his social skills, eloquence, Mandarin pronunciation, and minimize the use of inverted sentences.

Finally, I reached the point where I could deliver long, unscripted speeches in front of a group of leaders.

Of course, the person I'm going to meet alone now is a vice-king.

Just do it and it's done.

With a composed demeanor, Song Shi'an walked to the door.

Standing outside the door was the female guard with a sword at her waist and a murderous look in her eyes.

Like San Gou, she wasn't particularly burly. But even with clothes on, you could tell she was far from weak.

Song Shi'an bowed to him with both fists clenched.

Xin Yue turned to the side, making room for him.

After Song Shi'an entered, she closed the door.

Inside, there is a bronze table.

Wei Wusheng, who was standing in front of the desk, had already stood up, gracefully poised, with a smile on his face.

"Song Qing, you have come here for me."

Without any preamble, Wei Wusheng cut to the chase: "So, you mean you have a brilliant strategy for defending the city that you want to offer to me, right?"

"Yes," Song Shi'an replied without any attempt to hide his answer.

Wei Wusheng on the steps and Song Shi'an below looked at each other.

The other party smiled, while Song Shi'an was meticulous and serious.

“Alright.” Wei Wusheng knew that the other party was a smart man, so he stopped pretending to be stupid and said, “If your suggestion is feasible, I will entrust you with great power and trust you completely.”

A seventh-rank county magistrate is nothing in this war.

With this identity, I can't make any decisions.

He needs the Sixth Prince's endorsement.

"Of course, I can give you power, but whether you can manage your subordinates and gain their trust depends on your ability."

You can have a robe if you want, but you have to get rid of the demons and monsters yourself.

"I understand."

Looking into the other person's eyes, Song Shi'an asked seriously, "There's one point I can agree on with Your Highness."

"You said."

"If we follow the usual rules and laws on this journey, we will surely lose the north wind. We will all die without a burial place."

"Yes."

Wei Wusheng answered without hesitation.

"Since Your Highness and Shi An are both determined to die, does that mean that orders can be obeyed without question and anything is permissible?"

"Once again," Song Shi'an asked.

"Yes."

Wei Wusheng's reply this time was not as quick, but it was still concise.

"To guard against the north wind."

Clenching his fists, Song Shi'an looked up at Wei Wusheng and resolutely said, "Your Highness, I wish to bear the guilt of exterminating nine generations of your family for me."

(End of this chapter)