I, the villainous eldest prince, will suppress everything!

Seeing Murong Qingcang laughing at him, Murong Jin's good mood vanished.

Does Father Murong Qingcang think he's only good at causing trouble? But this time he clearly made a contribution.

He clasped his hands in a fist and said solemnly, "Your Majesty, in this battle, your son led the army to kill 600 enemies and capture 1,000 grain carts, all of which have now been escorted back to camp."

Upon hearing this, Murong Qingcang still didn't believe it and kept pointing at Murong Jin and cursing.

Seeing that Murong Jin's expression was not right, Murong Bo quickly walked to the entrance of the tent, lifted the curtain and peeked outside.

After a brief moment of shock, he quickly returned: "Father, it's true!"

Murong Qingcang's cursing stopped abruptly as he stared incredulously at Murong Bo, then at Murong Jin.

He didn't need to go out and check the grain supplies himself, because Murong Bo wouldn't lie to him.

"What exactly happened? Tell me!"

"Murong Qingcang asked."

The sun rose in the west.

Murong Jin actually returned victorious.

How is that possible?

Murong Jin told the truth.

Last night, he led his troops out to attack, already prepared for the possibility that the Great Zhou army was lying in ambush in Wolf Valley. He planned to be the mantis stalking the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind, and devour the Great Zhou army lying in ambush in one bite.

However, after searching for a long time, they found no ambush by the Great Zhou.

Therefore, at noon today, he successfully ambushed the Great Zhou army that was transporting a thousand carts of grain to Xuanque Pass.

Murong Qingcang still found it unbelievable and looked at his eldest son.

Murong Bo thought for a moment, then looked at Murong Jin and asked, "Who told you such top-secret information?"

Before the main force arrives, supplies must be delivered first; the supply lines are the lifeblood of the army.

Who told Murong Jin that the grain had to pass through Wolf Valley?

Murong Jin didn't tell the truth, but said, "Brother, it was naturally discovered by one of my scouts who found out by chance."

Murong Bo did not believe this explanation. He knew that Murong Jin was afraid that his elder brother would steal his credit.

But he didn't ask any further questions. Instead, he cupped his hands and said to Murong Qingcang, "Indeed, Second Brother has rendered meritorious service and should be richly rewarded."

Murong Qingcang nodded slightly: "Indeed, he should be richly rewarded."

After saying that, Murong Qingcang turned around, took a golden knife from the shelf behind him, and threw it to Murong Jin.

Murong Jin quickly extended his hands and solemnly accepted it.

This is Murong Qingcang's personal sword; even the Crown Prince is not qualified to possess it.

Murong Qingcang gave him the golden knife, and heaven knows how happy he was.

After all these years, Murong Qingcang has finally acknowledged him for once.

Holding the golden knife in both hands, Murong Jin knelt on one knee: "Thank you for the reward, Father Emperor."

Murong Qingcang waved his hand: "Step down."

Murong Jin nodded emphatically, held the golden knife, and left happily.

After Murong Jin withdrew, Murong Qingcang's expression turned serious.

"Your Highness, what do you think of this matter?"

Murong Bo spoke frankly: "This matter is strange. Wolf Valley is not a grain route of the Great Zhou, and it is also an easy place to be ambushed. How could the Great Zhou's grain transport route pass through there? The only explanation is..."

"What is it?"

Murong Qingcang pressed for an answer.

"It was the Great Zhou army that did it on purpose, deliberately abandoning six hundred men and a thousand carts of grain so that my second brother could gain merit."

"Why should he perform meritorious service?"

Murong Qingcang asked again.

Murong Bo said, "Naturally, we should let our second brother get arrogant and then seize the opportunity to wipe them all out."

In other words, the six hundred people and the thousand carts of grain were the bait, and Murong Jin was the fish.

Now that the fish has taken the bait, the Great Zhou army's task is to continue casting a long line to catch the big fish.

Unfortunately, they saw through the Great Zhou's plan.

"So, you know what you should do, right?" Murong Qingcang asked.

Murong Bo cupped his hands and said, "Father, just wait for my good news."

……

With a golden knife hanging at his waist, Murong Jin once again entered Wu Da's tent.

This time, instead of sending his soldiers to cause trouble, he brought fine wine and food.

Wu Da saw this and laughed: "It seems that the Second Young Master has done a great service."

Murong Jin laughed heartily and patted the golden knife at his waist:

"Do you see this? This is my father's golden sword. He bestowed it upon me. What does this mean?"

Wu Da shook his head and simply accepted the wine and dishes.

Murong Jin answered his own question: "This means that in Father Emperor's heart, I, Murong Jin, am qualified to succeed him."

Wu Da nodded and began to eat the food and drinks.

Murong Jin had another chair brought to him.

After sitting down, Murong Jin said, "Wu Da, this time I owe a great debt to your intelligence; otherwise, I wouldn't have been able to achieve this merit."

"Speak, what else do you know? Tell me everything you know."

Wu Da, his mouth greasy from eating, looked up and said, "One merit isn't enough, Second Young Master. You want to do it a second or a third time? You should know that greed will only lead to bad consequences."

Upon hearing this, Murong Jin's expression darkened, but he still patiently continued:

"Go ahead and say it; I'll bear the consequences myself."

Upon hearing this, Wu Da stopped trying to persuade him and instead said:

"I can't guarantee the truth of this news."

"What news?"

"Murong Jin asked."

"Second Young Master, do you know Tucheng?"

"Tucheng?"

Murong Jin frowned: "It's that city that the Great Zhou Dynasty abandoned long ago. Over the years, the wind and rain have eroded it, and the city walls have collapsed. It's just twenty miles away from Xuanque Pass."

"good."

While eating, Wu Da said, "Xuanque Pass is the most formidable pass in the Great Zhou Dynasty. In recent years, the city walls have been reinforced, making it impregnable. However, Xuanque Pass is already overcrowded with people."

"In order to relieve the pressure in the city, the garrison commander of Xuanque Pass will send some soldiers to Tucheng."

"What will you be doing there?"

Murong Jin was puzzled. "Tu City has long been abandoned. Warhorses can easily cross the city walls. Tu City's defenses are practically non-existent."

Wu Da explained, "The people sent there are not meant to defend the city walls. Most of the people sent there are wounded and disabled soldiers, as well as some logistics personnel, such as the armory, etc., all of whom are there."

Upon hearing this, Murong Jin tentatively asked, "You mean, you want me to lead my army to launch a surprise attack on Tu City?"

"certainly."

Wu Da said.

With a whoosh, Murong Jin drew his sword and held it to Wu Da's neck once more: "Wu Da, you really are a spy sent by the Great Zhou! Attacking Tu City, are you trying to kill me?"

"If I venture twenty miles into the territory of the Great Zhou, and am discovered, I won't be able to fly back even if I have wings."

Wu Da remained unfazed, continuing to eat and drink as if nothing had happened. He looked up, grinned, and said, "The greater the risk, the more expensive the fish. Doesn't the Second Young Master understand this principle?"

"If the second young master is unwilling to seize this opportunity, I will inform the eldest young master of this news."

"You dare!"

Murong Jin snorted coldly and looked at the soldiers he had brought with him: "These next few days, you lot don't need to do anything. Just keep a close eye on him for me. If he runs away, none of you will live either."

"Yes."