“Me?” The question clearly piqued Lu Yao’s interest. He set down his wine cup and frowned in thought for a long while.0

“Dong Haoming’s early campaigns were legendary. But age has dulled him. Can you imagine? He did not even confirm whether the emperor was in the palace before launching an assassination. If that isn’t courting disaster, what is?” He drank another mouthful of wine and cracked a few peanuts his men had handed him. “And his sons? Useless, the lot of them. I once fought his second boy, Dong Haoye, right by Xiangrong Lake. The pup had skimmed a couple of military treatises somewhere and thought himself a strategist, daring to lead troops. His father probably just wanted him to win some merit on the field to pave the way for promotion at court. Instead, he ran into ...0