This is actually a mode of interaction that often occurs between the two.
"Mr. Bei, do you have any matters?"
"Since learning that the Prefectural Lady is coming here to see the snow, I’ve been pondering one thing."
"Mr. Bei can discuss it with ."
"I’ve been thinking, what apart from my lord can attract the Prefectural Lady at Snow Sea Pass.
Moreover, even if it’s my lord, frankly speaking, it’s not easy to draw her in smoothly."
"And?"
"So, I was thinking, is there a possibility that the Prefectural Lady’s purpose, or primary purpose, isn’t my lord."
"If it’s not our Lord, who else could it be?"
"What do you think?"
"Surely, it can’t be for ?"
The Wild People King pointed at himself sarcastically.
"Why can’t it be you?"
"..." The Wild People King.
The Blind Man reached into his pocket, pulled out a dried-up orange, and as he peeled it, said:
"Let’s put it this way: a man secretly loved a woman intensely before, but he was too lowly then, and she was extrely high-born, so they had no chance.
But if he suddenly succeeds and achieves sothing, what would he most want to do?"
He popped a piece of orange into his mouth, chewed, and continued:
"Surely, you contacted the Prefectural Lady earlier, telling her that there’s a man in this distant snowfield who admired her for so many years, and now he’s conquered most of Cheng State, becoming the King of the Snowfields.
This is a deep-seated obsession within a person, rarely controllable, and often there’s no need to control the emotions of returning ho gloriously."
"You’re joking, Mr. Bei, how could it be possible."
"No, before you led troops to break through Snow Sea Pass, the Yan Spy Bureau had already investigated your background at the auxiliary camp of the Earl of North Border in Beifeng Prefecture.
So even if you resisted sending soone to contact the Prefectural Lady, she should rember the slave soldier she once whipped."
"But, but, isn’t there already a Wild People King being escorted to Yanjing?"
"That I don’t know, but I think I’m not wrong.
Gou Moli, you’re a talent, not restricted to the snowfield; there are many willing to use you wherever you go, but they need to guard against your counterattacks.
And that woman,
She’s confident and willful,
She might not worry about your counterattack.
Indeed,
If she knows there’s a man who adored her like that and still does, she’d be very interested in capturing you.
There’s a term, psychological profiling, perhaps you haven’t heard of it, but my specialty is discerning human hearts.
I think this accords with the Prefectural Lady’s persona well."
"Mr. Bei, if you’re so certain, what if the Prefectural Lady personally asks for ? Concealing is a grave cri."
The Blind Man smiled,
The smile was accompanied by his empty gaze,
Appearing quite bleak.
"She doesn’t have that authority; this is Snow Sea Pass, not the Royal Mansion of Beifeng Prefecture."
"But she’s the daughter of the Earl of North Border, and His Majesty would extend her protection."
The Blind Man replied: "Ha, isn’t everyone a baby too?"
"Hmm?" The Wild People King was sowhat confused.
"She has the Earl behind her, but our Lord is backed by Lord Jingnan, and local officials are more influential here; we can respect her or completely ignore her."
The Wild People King fell silent.
The Blind Man continued: "So things may not have been told to you as you’re kept here; the son of Lord Jingnan is being raised at our Lord Pingye’s mansion; my lord is even the young lord’s godfather."
"The young lord?"
The Blind Man pointed upwards, saying: "Probably right above you, next door."
Next to the Wild People King’s cell lay Shatuo Queshi, and directly above Shatuo Queshi is the nursery of the young lord.
Actually, the Blind Man noticed the despondency of the Wild People King these days, prompting him to marvel once more at the young lord’s resilience, mostly growing up thriving amidst chaos yet eating and sleeping soundly.
"Mr. Bei, you didn’t have to co here to say these things to ."
"No, I needed to say them because I value you, and so does my lord; we see great worth in you, so I’m informing you ahead of ti for you to make your own decision."
"What decision?"
"That’s up for you to think about."
He said, clapping his hands and standing up as if he was ready to leave.
The Wild People King then said with a smile:
"Are you going to have the entrance sealed off?"
If the entrance were sealed, it’d prevent prison breaks.
Just leave enough food and ventilation.
The Blind Man shook his head and said:
"No, it’s said the Prefectural Lady has many experts with her, but we wouldn’t mind if she sent soone for a rescue."
Saying so, the Blind Man, pretending to touch the north wall of the cell.
As he kept touching it,
His smile grew broader,
As if he thought of sothing extrely amusing.
Actually, as the Blind Man’s ntal energy tried to penetrate the wall, he encountered imnse resistance, courtesy of Shatuo Queshi lying there forming a domain, blocking external perception.
Thus, the Wild People King could not detect or hear anything, affected by bad feng shui—only a superficial sensation.
At this mont,
Fresh from the eting, Zheng Fan descended with a jug of wine,
Gazing at the casket before him.
Zheng Fan felt,
Destiny is indeed a circle, inexplicably bringing a feeling of being at the end yet back at the start.
In Zheng Fan’s mory,
The man stood at the Earl of North Border’s mansion gate, holding a wine jar, shouting:
"I am nothing but a desert savage!"
As if, just yesterday.
That day, the Left Valley King of the original Barbarian Royal Court, Shatuo Queshi, perished at the mansion gates,
Seeking explanation from the Prefectural Lady who annihilated the Shatuo clan!
After a while,
Zheng Fan placed the jug on the casket lid, gently caressing it, as if speaking softly to a sleeper.
He slowly said,
"She’s here."
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