Others are fleeing famine, but I am a salted fish

In mid-October, the weather becomes increasingly colder, the autumn wind sweeps through, and all the trees appear bleak.

Just when the situation at the border fell into chaos, the third prince held a banquet and invited several generals to discuss important matters together.

In the luxurious banquet hall, the lights were on. The third prince sat high on the main seat, looking down from above, his eyes sweeping over all the generals present one by one.

At this time, the wind was howling outside the camp, making the tent rustle, as if it was setting the stage for the coming storm.

The Third Prince was wearing a gorgeous brocade robe with delicate golden dragon patterns embroidered on the corners. He raised his chin slightly, his eyes revealing his arrogance. He coughed lightly and spoke slowly. Although his words seemed peaceful, they were full of disguised threats and threats. "Generals, the whereabouts of the Seventh Uncle and the Crown Prince are unknown, and the situation at the border is critical. At this critical moment, this prince hopes that all the generals will put aside their past grudges and join his army to resist foreign enemies together. This prince hereby promises that you will be rich and prosperous in the future, and be promoted to a higher position. Of course, if you do not obey..."

At this point, the Third Prince paused for a moment, rolled his eyes, and raised a cold arc at the corner of his mouth, "Then you will be asked to bear the consequences at your own risk."

Yang Zhongguo had a face full of vicissitudes, and the wrinkles on his face were like ravines carved by time. After the third prince made a harsh remark, he just wiped his face, but still sat in the seat below, and responded loudly and resolutely, "Third prince, this is wrong. We have fought all our lives to defend our country, how can we participate in the struggle for imperial power. Besides, now that the armies of the two countries are approaching, we should first discuss how to defeat the enemy. How can we waste time on other things? Please don't waste your words."

Yang Zhongguo was able to control his temper very well. His superior had been forming cliques and factions in the barracks recently and disrupting the morale of the troops. If it were someone else trying to do the same thing, he would have been dragged out and chopped off long ago.

As soon as Yang Zhongguo said this, the other two generals who were dragged here unwillingly also showed an expression of "different beliefs, different plans", which made it clear that they did not support him.

Shen Zhigao, the uncle, immediately slammed the table and said coldly, "How dare you! You three really don't know what's good for you. The Third Prince was so polite and kind to invite you, but you dared to refuse. You really don't know what's good for you. Aren't you afraid that the Second Prince will punish you?"

As soon as Shen Zhigao said this, another straightforward and hot-tempered general, General Zhan, also slammed the table and stood up. The force was so great that the cups, plates, bowls and chopsticks on the table made crackling sounds. "Humph, I only listen to the orders of the Seventh Uncle and will never bow to power! Third Prince, please go back."

General Zhan’s voice was as loud as a bell, majestic and resonant in the banquet hall, deafening.

The Third Prince laughed in anger, "Good, very good. Do you really think that this prince can't do anything to you?"

General Han, who had been silent all this time, now looked directly at the Third Prince. Although he did not utter a word, his eyes revealed a will as hard as steel. He clenched his fists slightly, with veins bulging, silently expressing his determination.

The Third Prince cast a cold gaze towards General Han, "You are silent, are you also going to oppose me?"

General Han said frankly, "Your Highness the Third Prince, this is wrong. We old men have been working diligently to defend our territory and do not want to participate in the struggle for imperial power. Please do not force us."

As the conversation went on, the atmosphere became increasingly tense. The air in the banquet hall was tense and ready to explode at any moment. The two sides were extremely unpleasant.

In this borderland filled with gunpowder and conspiracy, the silent contest between the third prince and the three veterans was completely exposed.

Just when the two sides were in a stalemate and the situation was getting out of control, the Seventh Prince's uncle suddenly returned to Shuanglong Pass like a god sent from heaven.

As soon as he entered the banquet hall, he shouted with an imposing manner, "What's going on? I'm just going to leave for a while, and you guys are going to mess with me?" Then, he looked around at the five people in the hall, "Very good, you all have nothing to do, you don't take the army approaching seriously, and you all bring the intrigues and conspiracies in the court to mess with me? Come on, tell me, what do you want to do?"

As soon as the Seventh Prince Uncle came in, he started to yell angrily, which was a severe humiliation to the Third Prince. Even Shen Zhigao, who had been standing beside the Third Prince in a domineering manner, now looked ugly, as if he had eaten shit.

"Seventh Uncle"

"Seventh Uncle"

"Prince"

Different from the Third Prince and Shen Zhigao who looked like they had eaten shit, the other three veterans stood up excitedly one by one. Their respectful attitude was completely different from their previous nonchalant attitude towards the Third Prince.

With such an obvious contrast, how could the Third Prince, who had suffered repeated defeats, not be filled with hatred and wish he could skin the three veteran generals alive?

But when the group is leaderless, he still has the opportunity to take action against the three veterans. Whether it is to win them over or suppress them, he always has a plan.

But once the Seventh Uncle returns, it means the situation is over. He can no longer influence the hearts of the three veteran generals or the troops in their hands...

"Your Highness the Third Prince..." The Seventh Uncle stood before the Third Prince like a mountain. His old body enveloped him with a majestic aura that made him breathless. "You are, very good."

Just a few words, neither light nor heavy, made the Third Prince sweat profusely. He immediately stood up, gave up the seat at the head, bowed his head respectfully and invited the Seventh Prince to take a seat, "Uncle, you misunderstood. I am acting in an emergency."

"Oh, what a great way to make decisions in a hurry." The Seventh Uncle was not polite to him at all. As he sat down carelessly, his eyes fell on the Third Prince and Shen Zhigao. "I am an old man, but I am not worthy of being called the Third Prince's uncle. My temple is too small to accommodate such a big Buddha like the Third Prince. In my opinion, the Third Prince should return to the imperial city as soon as possible."

The three veterans nodded in agreement, looking very much in agreement.

Shen Zhigao's face turned from red to purple, and from purple to white. His forehead was covered with cold sweat. He was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan. He wanted to make amends, but the more anxious he became, the more he didn't know how to refute.

Of course, the Seventh Uncle was not the three veterans, so he did not dare to refute. He could only shrink his neck and pretend to be a quail, trying to reduce his presence as much as possible.

The Seventh Prince Uncle was too busy to deal with him for the moment. He knew exactly how capable this fellow was and did not take him seriously at all.

The reason why Shen Zhigao was kept at the border was simply because there had been no war before, and the ministers in the court were always jumping back and forth in front of the emperor, saying that he monopolized power in the border areas, and they were afraid that he might have rebellious intentions, so they tried every means to place people in his place.

The emperor was annoyed to the point of nearly overturning the imperial desk. He finally went to Xianyun Villa several times to discuss with him before deciding to send such a useless piece of trash, who seemed to have the support of a "big mountain" but was actually useless, just to appease the lineage of Concubine De (the mother of the third prince) and several large and powerful families that had close ties with them.