[13] Preparations

Wang-Meng was in a good mood today.

As he climbed out of his tent, he was greeted by the rising sun.

Towering at 2 meters, he was the tallest among all princes. He had short spiky black hair, fierce brown eyes, and wore a set of dark red armour with the face of a tiger carved on the chest plate.

Wang-Meng walked over to the edge of the hill, overlooking the military camp below. The camp was beginning to wake up, with people peering out of their tents like ants crawling from a container.

He then stretched both his hands upwards and yawned like a tiger.

"REPORTTT!!!" Came a yell from the distance.

Wang-Meng titled his head in the direction of the voice. A scout came galloping on horseback, then dismounted a few meters away from him.

"My prince, we have just received the latest new from the capital." The scout kneeled and offered a letter with both hands. Wang-Meng took the letter, broke the seal and unrolled it.

"The new governor of the capital is…Zhang-Ran!" Wang-Meng launched into a bellowing laughter.

"My prince?..." The scout's voice was puzzled.

"My elder brother was replaced by a person with no dong, NO FKING DONG!" Wang-Meng hunched over, and seemingly gasping for air at this point.

The scout gave a few small laugh.

"You think that is funny?" Wang-Meng straightened himself all of a sudden.

"Y-yes, my prince?"

"You think my brother being replaced a man with no dong is fking funny?" Wang-Meng said with a vicious grin as he grabbed the scout by the collar and lifted him into the air.

"No, not all my prince!" The scout begged.

A moment later, the prince's vicious grin evaporated as he drop the scout to the ground like a ragged doll.

"You have no humour." Wang-Meng gave a chuckle.

"My prince…I have another letter for you." The scout said weakly, as he slowly climbed to his feet again.

"Oh? Bring it here." Wang-Meng signalled.

The scout went back to the horse and fetched another letter from the pouch, then handed it to Wang-Meng, who then opened the letter:

His forehead creased, then he let out a puff.

"The king of eunuchs proposes an alliance." Wang-Meng rolled up the letter and tapped it against the palm of his other hand.

"Do you think I should accept it?" Wang-Meng asked the scout.

"My prince, it is not my place to comment on such important matter."

"I am asking you to make a comment on it, and that's a fking order!"

"Ahhh! Forgive me my prince! I really don't know!"

Wang-Meng shook his head.

"I want you to tell the other generals get ready for mobilization. I want these fresh meats prepared by next spring. Now go!" Wang-Meng pointed into the distance.

"Yes my prince!" The scout climbed onto his horse, then rode off in a panic.

Wang-Meng then set his sights on the camp below again, then crossed his arms and muttered:

"Soon brother…Soon…"