Li Yun raised a hand, signaling for them to dispense with formalities, his gaze sweeping over their faces. Wang Ben, steady and composed; Zhao Mu, fierce and valiant; Chen Qingzhi, sharp and astute—all were his most trusted generals stationed in Shuo Bei.
"I have an urgent matter to attend to and must leave the camp for a few days." Li Yun got straight to the point. His voice wasn't loud, but it carried an undeniable authority. "During my absence, military affairs will be handled jointly by the three of you, with Wang Ben in command."
The three generals were all startled. They exchanged a look, each seeing the shock and doubt in the others' eyes.
'On New Year's Eve, His Majesty the Emperor is leaving the camp in secret? For what reason? Has something happened in Shangjing City?'
But no one dared to ask aloud.
