It was during this time.
Outside Jing City, the military camp stretching over ten miles resembled a long dragon. Under the night sky, the campfires shone as bright as day, filled with the sounds of military horns and military entertainment performing dances. In the liveliest areas, military deer-fort competitions were boisterously held.
Inside one particularly ordinary-looking tent.
A dignified elderly man with a fully grown beard, dressed in plain clothes, sat upright in a large chair, handling official documents on the desk. After finishing a folded paper report, he just picked up the first letter again.
The letter was startlingly inscribed with eight characters—"Seize command of the troops, a king made from straw!"
The elderly man snorted and slapped the letter on the desk, his tiger-like eyes fiercely said, "It's for this secret letter that I have hidden in this tent for several days, seriously affecting the handling of military affairs."
