Staring at the large map on the table in front of him, Shangguan Jianyi was thinking about something else. He glanced at his nephew Shangguan Yun beside him, dissatisfied with his slackness.
Shangguan Yun did not seem to take the war seriously at all. He was leaning over in his chair to make himself comfortable, holding a glass in his hand; not drinking, shaking the glass gently. He always had an uncaring smile on his face, as if everything going around was not his business and he was merely an observer.
Many generals, especially young ones, supported and even worshipped Shangguan Yun. However, Shangguan Jianyi did not care for him.