RPAGF Chapter 306 Dou Jiande: Why did Shubao change his mind?
Chapter 306 Dou Jiande: Why did Shubao change his mind?
Li Yuanji walked ahead, his ears twitching slightly as he listened carefully to their conversation.
He gripped the reins tightly, his knuckles turning white, and he felt even worse.
What do Li Shimin and Li Jiancheng mean?
He doesn't trust anyone else, not even his own brother?
Why did they have to say this at the very last minute?
So what exactly is Li Yuanji's status in the Li family?
"Forget it, this must have been a conspiracy between the eldest and second young masters. Didn't you see that even the third young master wasn't informed?"
What else can we outsiders say?
Cheng Yaojin said with a sense of relief, sighing, his tone full of helplessness and resignation.
"Right, right, outsiders like us naturally can't participate in such important military matters. We're lucky if we can even go and fight a little. What else do you want to know?"
You Junda nodded, suddenly realizing what he meant.
"That's true. The Third Young Master is a member of the Li family, but he didn't tell us. Let's not overthink it."
Cheng Yaojin spoke again, his tone becoming more relaxed.
"That's right, that's right."
You Junda nodded repeatedly.
The two of them sang in unison, completely disregarding Li Yuanji.
Every sentence seemed to be speaking out for him, yet every sentence was also a stab to his heart.
"drive!"
Li Yuanji refused to listen further, swung the reins, spurred his horse, and accelerated the march.
Before long, the Li family's troops stopped.
At this moment, they were still some distance from Dou Jiande's camp.
If we continue, we might be discovered by the enemy's scouts, alerting them.
Now, all that's left is for Qin Qiong to become famous.
The moment the fire ignites, it is a signal, a call to attack.
At this time, Qin Qiong was also waiting for the third watch of the night.
He sat motionless in the large tent, like a statue.
On the table in front of him lay a long sword, its scabbard black and gleaming faintly in the candlelight.
His hand gently stroked the scabbard, his fingertips feeling the patterns on it, again and again.
"Father, I have made arrangements."
Qin Yong arrived at Qin Qiong's tent, lifted the curtain, and whispered.
"Um."
Qin Qiong stood up, took a deep breath, and felt as if a huge rock was pressing on his chest.
He turned his head, looked at Qin Yong, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes, and slowly said, "Yong'er, I've dragged you down with me and made you bear this infamy."
"What are you saying, Godfather? I know who you are."
Qin Yong had followed Qin Qiong for a long time, through thick and thin.
He saw and remembered how Qin Qiong had gotten to where he was today, how many grievances he had suffered, and how much hardship he had endured.
Outsiders may criticize Qin Qiong for being disloyal, unjust, and unfilial, but Qin Yong cannot.
Because he knew that everything his adoptive father did was for survival and for revenge.
In this world, who is truly cleaner than anyone else?
"If I ever achieve great things, I will never forget you."
Qin Qiong patted Qin Yong's shoulder with a light touch, his eyes full of trust and gratitude.
After he established himself in Hebei, Qin Yong naturally became his right-hand man and the person he trusted most.
He kept this kindness in his heart.
"Your son is willing to serve his adoptive father faithfully, even unto death."
Qin knelt on one knee, clasped his hands in a fist salute, and said with a firm voice and burning eyes.
"Alright. I'll go to Dou Jiande's place first."
Qin Qiong nodded, grabbed the sword from the sword rack, held it in his hand, and felt its heavy weight.
Qin Yong led a group of men and quietly went to Dou Jiande's generals' location.
Once the fire starts, they will strike first, killing those generals loyal to Dou Jiande and creating even greater chaos.
At this moment, Dou Jiande was sitting in his tent, his brows furrowed, his fingers tapping lightly on the table as he plotted his retreat.
These days, the war with the Li family is at a stalemate, leaving them in a dilemma.
He couldn't fight back, and he couldn't retreat either; his hair had turned quite a bit white.
"Your Majesty, if all else fails, you may return to the capital and leave this place to me."
Wang Fubao offered words of advice from the side, his tone sincere and his face full of concern.
The Li family currently shows no intention of attacking, and the two sides are locked in a stalemate.
They wouldn't send troops to fight them; it would be pointless.
Dou Jiande would be living in constant fear and anxiety if he stayed here; it would be better for him to return to the capital and settle down in peace.
If Dou Jiande were to lose in a future decisive battle, they would be completely finished.
After all, Luo Yi made this big mistake before.
If Luo Yi hadn't been killed, Beiping Prefecture wouldn't have fallen so quickly, and the situation in Hebei wouldn't be what it is now.
"No need. Xianniang and Liu Heita have already returned. I will continue to oversee this place."
Dou Jiande raised his hand to stop Wang Fubao from speaking.
He can maintain morale while he's here; the soldiers feel reassured when they see him.
With Dou Xianniang and Liu Heita guarding the capital, it's enough; there's no need for him to return.
"By the way, send someone to conduct a thorough inspection."
My brow has been twitching non-stop tonight; I fear something big is about to happen.
Dou Jiande wiped his forehead, his brow still twitching, making him restless and uneasy.
He always felt that something bad was going to happen, but he couldn't quite put his finger on what it was.
"Yes, Your subordinate will send someone to make arrangements immediately."
Seeing this, Wang Fubao didn't linger. He picked up his sword and left the tent in a hurry to arrange the night patrol.
Qin Qiong, who arrived a step later, caught a glimpse of Wang Fubao's departing figure.
Qin Qiong was extremely excited about this; his heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was going to jump out of his throat.
It's as if even the heavens are on his side; Wang Fubao's departure was perfectly timed!
This man was exceptionally brave and skilled, one of Dou Jiande's most capable generals.
After Dou Jiande started his uprising, he repeatedly made military achievements and became famous.
If this person were here, things might not have gone so smoothly for him; there might have been unexpected complications.
Now that Wang Fubao is gone, only a few guards remain around the tent, which is a godsend.
"So it's General Qin."
When Dou Jiande's guards saw the newcomer, they immediately bowed and showed great respect.
"This general has business to discuss with Prince Chang Le."
After Qin Qiong finished speaking, without waiting for the guards to report, he strode into the main tent with quick and hurried steps.
His accompanying soldiers gripped their swords tightly, standing guard outside the tent with menacing eyes.
"I'm tired, it's time to rest."
Dou Jiande had just put down the military treatise in his hand and rubbed his sore eyes when he heard some noise.
He looked up and was surprised to see Qin Qiong walk in.
He was very puzzled, because Qin Qiong would not come to him unless he summoned him in the past.
Especially since it's already past midnight, what purpose does Qin Qiong have in coming here?
"Shubao, what do you wish to discuss with me? If it is not urgent, you may come again tomorrow."
Dou Jiande, wearing a robe, stood up, yawned, and stretched.
But his brow twitched more and more frequently and faster, as if something was tapping on his forehead.
"For the sake of the Prince of Chang Le, I, Qin Qiong, am willing to become enemies with my uncle and bear the infamy of killing him."
But you and your daughter treat me, Qin Qiong, like dirt, harboring contempt and saying one thing to my face and another behind my back.
Qin Qiong gripped the hilt of his sword with one hand and spoke coldly, his eyes filled with icy intent.
"Shubao, why do you say that?"
Upon hearing this, Dou Jiande's back was soaked with cold sweat.
He took a step back, his voice trembling slightly.