Gone with the Bustling World Chapter 23: Chapter Nineteen

Xiao Qingyu unfolded it, read, and then put it away.

He sat in the wheelchair, neither sad or happy, calm as a mountain.

In his mind, he quickly analyzed the current situation: Fang Junqian and his army had arrived in Maojie County, four days to go to reach Bafang City. At this speed, as soon as his army just arrived in Bafang, it would fight face-to-face with the million-soldiers Tianbin army…

He wondered whether he could withstand this fiercest initial attack…

“Childe, news about Bafang.” The dark figure disappeared into the corner after submitting the letter.

Hundreds of soldiers were assassinated? …

The description on the wounds attached in the letter made Xiao Qingyu's face slightly changed.

A smile crawled onto the corners of his lips. A smile cold and cool.

“Someone should become spies for Tianbin and betray the country…” Xiao Qingyu casually put the letter into fire. The paper burned to ash and carried away by wind.

“Uncle Lao,” he said faintly, “Send people to figure out the spies in Bafang.”

Uncle Lao's dull face displayed shock, “Childe, you mean some of the generals in Bafang defected to Tianbin?”

“Exactly…and there seems to be more than one traitors.”

If hearing others said such words, uncle Lao would snort in disbelief and thought the speaker arrogant and stupid, but when this youth uttered it calmly and gently, the words gave him cold sweat all over as if putting him into an ice cellar.

“Childe, what should we do with the traitors?”

“Don't alarm them.” Xiao Qingyu rolled the wheelchair to the window, looking at the late-spring peach blossoms in the yard, “Find them out and give the names to Duke Fang by messenger pigeon.”

His lips pressed against each other and made a small smile, “I believe he can handle it.”

Originally, the soldiers had thought that Fang Junqian was born noble as a duke and must be picky about food and clothes and other necessities. But to their surprise, as they marched along, Duke Fang ate the food out of the same pot and lived in the same camp, without any anticipated extravagance of nobilities.

Moreover, he was fun and fair and got along with the soldiers within several days.

The generals were also not as restrained as they were at first, and sometimes even joked about him.

Lieutenant Tai Yan, who had been in the army for over 20 years, patted his shoulder and laughed loudly, “You don't like a duke!”

“How? I'm a third-level military duke entitled by the Emperor. Can't be more real.” Fang Junqian carefully wiped his sword Heaven.

“You are more like a veteran than one of those spoiled dukes.” Tai Yan said respectfully, “If I didn't know that this was your first expedition, I would have believed that you're a veteran in army! I can't do the same good at your age. Respect.”

“You're right.” Fang Junqian tuck the blade back into sheath and readily accepted the compliment, “I'm a genius.”

A gust of cold wind blew—

Tai Yan was speechless…

“Report—! Commander, a letter from Bafang!”

“Thank you.” Fang Junqian gave him a smile of encouragement. He unfolded the letter and read carefully, sculpted eyebrows lowering down and then bursting into laughing!

“Interesting!!” The generals of Bafang was so cute—he should try to scare him away with a letter?!

Only those uncouth fellows guarding on the border for years without a scheming mind could think of such a naïve idea…

“Duke, these gangsters are so rude!!” The generals and soldiers around him said angrily.

“Calm down.” Even I wasn't angry. Why were you guys so mad? …

As they got to know Duke Fang, they respected him over each day.

Now an insult against their commander was equal to slapping them in the face!

Did the frontier gangsters think they were dead 500,000 men?!

Duke Fang smiled wickedly.

It seemed that Bafang was going to give him a fist upon first encounter… In order to win the hearts of those guys, he must use both soft and tough methods by giving them a stick first before a carrot…

Since they wanted to scare him away, then how could Fang Junqian let them down?

“Make it known to all: slow down the march.” Duke Fang gently tapped the smooth desktop with fingers, “We're not in a hurry."

Chapter end