Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
The next day, Duodun showed off his vigorous energy, with no trace of the normal hangover after a night of revelry. He decided to immediately cross the next line and gain the loyalty of the Court Attendants Army.
King Shengriâs suicide had solved an awkward problem. Duodun had shown great respect to this elder brother of his. Not only did he arrange the funeral in person, but he also ordered the whole army to stand in silent vigil.
At noon, the body was cremated. King Shengri ascended to heaven to accompany the Khan, which satisfied the desire of the Court Attendants Army. Then, Duodun delivered a mournful eulogy, recalling their familyâs history and praising the Khans who had already become legends. He claimed that their divinity had been inherited by all the descendants of the Khans through their shared blood. The deaths of King Shengri and the previous kings were, therefore, not a simple matter. They were like branches of the big tree that was the Khanâs family; their death signified a whole branch dying off, and also the beginning of many more new buds appearing.
After listening to the speech, which was retold later many times, Fang Wenshi returned to the tent and said to the Dragon King, âItâs nothing but boastful talk without much meaning. Even a random scholar from the countryside could do better than him. Is that what Duodun is relying on to win people over? So naive.â
âThat canât be Duodunâs only trick. Iâm afraid that weâll have to do something,â Gu Shenwei replied. The charm of a speech was not only in the words the speaker said, but also in the calmness, toughness, and vision that the speaker gave off. Duodun had just shown the typical demeanor of a king, which would have a subtle influence on the listeners.
Fang Wenshi sighed and had to admit that Duodun was more tactful than he had imagined. âHmm, the Dragon King is right. We canât just sit back and do nothing. When Duodun flatters some people, heâs bound to arouse the dislike of others. Just let me handle it. Fortunately, Iâm prepared. The Dragon King can just wait for the result. Do not let people think that you are trying to copy Duodun.â
Gu Shenwei was truly unskilled at the tactics Duodun was employing, and he would only expose more of his weaknesses if he forced himself to try.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
Fang Wenshi made himself busy.
As he strode in the camp, Fang Wenshi noticed that many soldiers were excitedly packing their bow and arrows while discussing the upcoming Sun Shooting Contest. He couldnât help but frown, thinking that this must be another trick played by Duodun.
Fang Wenshi walked into Mo Linâs tent and directly asked, âDo you know what the Sun Shooting Contest is about?â
Mo Lin had come here with the Dragon King, but he was not very familiar with this counselor. So he was quite surprised at the other sideâs casual question. âUh, itâs a tradition of the Norland. When the kings die, the Sun Shooting Contest will be held to select the best marksman.â
âSun Shooting? The ten kings of the Royal Court all have the character âRiâ (Sun) in their titles. You guys really do not shy away from death.â
âThe death of a king is like the sunset. The original purpose of holding the Sun Shooting Contest was to find the âmurderer,â and all the marksmen participating would be sacrificed to the dead lord. Then the Khan changed the tradition. Since then, the marksmen were no longer buried and instead given handsome rewards.â
Fang Wenshi kept shaking his head. âThatâs incredible. Before that, did everyone rush to miss the target?â
âNo, it was considered an honor. The soldiers often rushed to join the contest and the winner would die without hesitation.â
âMurderer? Voluntary martyrs? That canât be true.â
âThe Norland people have their own beliefs.â
Fang Wenshi smiled and shook his head. âYouâve only heard of it but never seen it before, right? I know where the legend comes from.â
Mo Lin looked seriously at the fat fellow who had barged in uninvited. âI saw it with my own eyes. The Khan abolished the martyrdom, but some people still refused to give up on the tradition. At the funeral of the previous King Kuari, his confidant won the title of marksman and then immediately committed suicide with a saber. It took place only ten steps away from me.â
Fang Wenshi smiled awkwardly before saying, âIt canât be fake since you saw it with your own eyes, but Iâm afraid that King Shengri probably has no such loyal and brave subordinates.â
âWhat can I do for you?â asked Mo Lin, who did not want to discuss the customs of the Norland with a foreigner any longer.
âThe Sun Shooting Contest is obviously Prince Duodunâs idea. Several lords had died in the Royal Court previously, but no one had organized this contest. King Shengri lost his power long ago, but his death is now causing a great commotion. Prince Duodun must want to take this chance to win the peopleâs support and seize military power from Shulitu.â
âThe Dragon King sent you here?â asked Mo Lin. He preferred dealing with the Dragon King directly.
âNo. I advised the Dragon King to prepared himself well and to allow me to solve the problem.â
âCut to the point then.â Mo Lin said coolly.
Fang Wenshi shook his head habitually. Mo Lin still had the pride of a wing guard, which was troublesome but also a good thing. âIâd like to knowâactually, the Dragon King also wants to knowâwhat are the thoughts of the soldiers of the Court Attendants Army.â
âThe young king has mixed all the soldiers together, so there are no more âsoldiers of the Court Attendants Army.ââ
âAlthough you say that, more than half of the soldiers in the army are court attendants. As far as I can tell, their friendship and relations with each other have never been severed. The ordinary soldiers are still in awe of them and are even more willing to obey them than ever before.â
Mo Lin thought for a while and replied, âWait for my news.â Then he walked out of the tent.
Fang Wenshi still had much to say, but Mo Lin had already left, leaving him alone in a daze. He shook his head while muttering, âBeing proud and insolent because of oneâs talent, it turns out that kung fu practitioners are the same as scholars. Alas, I havenât shown such pride in a long time.â
The Sun Shooting Contest was about to begin. Fang Wenshi rushed to see Azheba.
Azheba dressed himself up and was just about to go out when he saw the counselor. Startled, he quickly walked to the door and glanced outside before quietly saying, âWhat are you doing here?â
âAm I not welcome here?â
âNo, I⦠Iâve returned to Prince Duodun and itâs no longer acceptable for me to meet the Dragon Kingâs men in private.â
âIâm not here on behalf of the Dragon King.â
Hesitatingly, Azheba said, âGo ahead then. What is it?â
âAre you going to attend the Sun Shooting Contest too?â
âNo. Only soldiers are allowed to participate.â
âRight, itâs better for ordinary soldiers to act as sacrificial objects.â
Azhebaâs face shifted slightly. âNo one will be buried alive this time.â
âNever mind that. I didnât come here for the Sun Shooting Contest either.â
Azheba suppressed his anger and said, âIâm very busy. Prince Duodun doesnât wait for anyone.â
âOne word, just one word,â Fang Wenshi said as he raised a single finger. Compared to Mo Lin, Azheba was much easier to deal with.
âMmm.â
âI hope that you still remember that the young king Shulitu once saved your life.â
The Court Attendants Army had once wanted to burn Azheba to death. It was Shulitu who had saved his life, and Azheba would of course not forget that. âWhat is the counselor trying to say?â
Upon noticing Azhebaâs tone soften, Fang Wenshi felt his task had been accomplished. âItâs good to be loyal, of course,â said Fang Wenshi smilingly. âBut one should consider which is more important: repaying the favor of oneâs lifesaver or being loyal.â
This time, Fang Wenshi left the tent first and left Azheba alone.
There was something that Fang Wenshi hadnât mentioned. Shulitu might be credited with rescuing Azheba but he hadnât done it alone. The Dragon King had helped greatly behind the scene. Without the Dragon Kingâs efforts, Shulitu wouldnât have succeeded even if he risked his life a hundred times. After all, he was just a twelve year old kid.
Azheba knew this, and he wasnât an ungrateful person. Fang Wenshi was looking forward to seeing how this young officer would show his gratitude.
Liman was also a useful pawn, but he was being watched over closely at Duodunâs side. Fang Wenshi couldnât meet him in private.
The Sun Shooting Contest began. Over a dozen horses with wooden targets ran up and down the pen. The first group of a couple dozen players would shoot from horseback from about sixty or seventy paces away. Everyoneâs arrow had a special mark on it, which would be used to count their number of hits. Meanwhile, they would also compete in horse racing. Those who ran too slowly or shot a horse would lose the corresponding amount of points.
Fang Wenshi wasnât interested in shooting. After watching the contest for a while from the crowd, he switched and started observing Duodun and Shulitu.
Duodun had tossed aside his noble identity of prince and was cheering, swearing, and throwing wine bowls like an ordinary soldier for his favored shooter. His friends were also as frantic as he was, shoving each other back and forth while waving their hands; their actions all showed a deep friendship between them.
Like a small boat in a raging sea, Shulituâs thin body couldnât support him against the strong grown-ups, and he was forcefully pushed into swaying back and forth. Occasionally, his little face, full of fear, could be seen from between the big arms.
Just as Fang Wenshi had expected, Azheba was standing behind Shulitu. It was exactly with his support that Shulitu was barely able to stand firm.
Liman, who had been reduced to a commoner, was the only bystander in the clique, behaving so courteously that he didnât even seem like a man of the Norland.
After Shulitu excused himself from the field, Fang Wenshi also pushed his way out of the crowd.
Sweating profusely, Shulitu took off his armor and collapsed onto the soft couch, gasping for breath. He appeared very happy to see the counselor. âMr. Fang came just in time. Please tell the Dragon King for me that Iâd like to meet him alone when thereâs a chance.â
âThereâs always a chance,â said Fang Wenshi with a smile. He had spent nearly two months with this kid and had seen him mature greatly during that time. Although he was still unable to compete with Duodun, he was no longer that childish royal child.
Shulitu dismissed his entourage and said, âPlease advise me, Mr. Fang.â
âWhat is it?â Fang Wenshi pretended to be confused.
âIâm wondering if I should hand the army over to Prince Duodun now.â
âWhat?â Fang Wenshi cried out in surprise, and then he realized he had been tricked. Shulitu was obviously luring him into revealing his true feelings. He didnât expect that he would actually be fooled by a little kid so he smilingly shook his head and responded, âWhy do you want to hand over the army, Your Highness?â
âDuodun is older than me, smarter than me, stronger than me, and more welcomed than me. In short, heâs better than me in all aspects. To defeat Prince Luoluo in the east, Duodun is more suitable for the position of commander-in-chief than me. And youâve heard it too: âAll the kings who died in the Royal Court are stepping stones.â I donât want to be a dead stepping stone so I have to take initiative, right?â
âNot really. Although Prince Duodun resembles the Khan in many aspects, heâs being melodramatic. If all of the Khanâs descendents are his stepping stones, then what are the soldiers and generals? Tools that can be casually thrown away after they break? Weâve seen Luoluoâs army, earnest and orderly. They are indeed an iron army. Now look back at Duodun. If he keeps faffing around like this, he may win the popularity of the people but will ultimately lose military discipline. Itâs impossible to compete with Horsewhip Luoluo.â
Shulitu finally began to speak his mind. âBut Duodun has many supporters.â
âIt canât be more than those of Your Highness and the Dragon Kingâs.
Shulitu thought for a while and finally made up his mind. âI need a good bodyguard.â
âThe Dragon King will provide you with one.â
âItâd better be Nie Zeng. I like him a lot.â
âThat shouldnât be a problem.â
Shulitu rose to his feet and started pacing back and forth, his fatigue seemingly swept away. âI have an idea. I hope Counselor Fang can give me some advice on it.â
Surprised, Fang Wenshi said, âWhat a coincidence. I also have an idea and need Your Highnessâs help.â
The two looked at each other and smiled at the same time.