Geta had never submitted to Muzar!

This point, Third Master knew well.

He said, “I haven’t decided yet.”

“Hechi Anda, now that Muzar can’t make up his mind, all the decisions rest on your shoulders.”

“What do you mean?”

“I said this before—Muzar does things hesitantly and timidly. Even sending troops to attack Yuedan was delayed again and again. Now we’re facing Dalin. If he continues to hesitate and can’t decide, it will drag many people down with him.”

There was implication in those words!

Third Master glanced at him. He least liked talking with this type of person.

“Geta Anda, there are some things I don’t want to spell out too clearly.”

“You…”

“The leader of Houliao is Muzar! This point will never change, no matter what.”

“Hechi Anda, since you’ve said that much, I won’t hide my words anymore.” Geta furrowed his two thick eyebrows and said, “If someone like Muzar continues sitting in that position, he’ll only turn all of Houliao into a cake in Dalin’s mouth. This is equivalent to handing Houliao over to Dalin. Everything we have on the Xisai Grasslands today was won day by day through fighting. We exchanged our lives and blood for it, but Muzar will soon hand it all over to Dalin with both hands! Never mind me—Hechi Anda, can you tolerate this?”

“What exactly are you trying to say?”

“Actually, the realm of Houliao should be yours!”

“…”

“Without you, Muzar couldn’t sit securely and peacefully in his current position at all. The position of Houliao’s leader should belong to you.”

Third Master seemed to have already guessed he would say these things.

Geta continued, “We should immediately assemble our troops now and fight it out with Dalin. Who wins and who loses is still uncertain.”

Third Master’s expression grew increasingly somber, his eyes narrowing.

He said not a word.

“If things continue this way, Muzar will definitely agree to submit to Dalin. At that time, we’ll have to bow our heads to Dalin as subjects, living under others’ rule for the rest of our lives. Never mind that I’m unwilling—even our soldiers won’t agree. Hechi Anda, just say the word, and I’ll lead my people to follow you to the death. Together we’ll… compete for supremacy in the Central Plains!”

That phrase “compete for supremacy in the Central Plains” was filled with ambition!

Third Master knew he had ambition, but hadn’t expected it to be this great.

How was this any different from those Yuedan people?

He warned Geta, “I’ll pretend I didn’t hear what you just said. Don’t say it a second time.”

“Hechi…”

“Houliao has only one leader, and that’s Muzar!”

Geta seemed as if he’d been slapped hard across the face. “Someone like Muzar has no qualifications to be leader at all. In his heart there’s only retreat, only himself!”

“Enough!” Third Master growled lowly. “You’d better put away your terrible ideas.”

“I’m doing this for you! All of this should have been yours. Are you willing to spend your whole life working for Muzar? We risk our lives for him, for Houliao, but he’s very likely to agree to submit to Dalin. For the entire Xisai Grasslands, this is a disgrace. We’re a people born to conquer the realm on horseback. We absolutely will not submit.”

Muzar’s voice was very loud.

Soldiers passing by nearby heard and looked over.

Third Master grabbed him and pulled him behind the tent, explicitly telling him, “Listen here. I won’t oppose Muzar. Whatever orders he gives, I will certainly obey. If you dare cause trouble in this matter, Geta, then our bond as Anda ends here.”

“Even now you still want to work for him!”

“That’s right! I will obey his orders. Anyone who goes against his will or opposes him is my enemy!”

Ugh!

Geta’s expression changed dramatically.

Third Master also left after throwing down those words.

Geta stared furiously at Third Master’s retreating back, flames seeming to dance in his eyes. He pulled out the short blade at his waist and viciously stabbed at the tent beside him. With a ripping sound, he tore a long gash in the tent.

Venting his anger this way!

Meanwhile, his words kept echoing in Third Master’s ears.

Every word, every sentence, deeply profound.

Actually, Geta wasn’t wrong. The realm of Houliao was won by Third Master for Muzar. The person most qualified to sit in the leader’s position should have been him.

But he had no interest in such things!

He only wanted to peacefully claim a piece of territory, raise his own troops, and live his days.

On another side.

After Muruo returned, he immediately went to find Tang Si.

About to give birth, she couldn’t go anywhere. When she heard about this matter, she was extremely anxious but didn’t know what she should do.

Seeing Muruo return, she couldn’t wait to ask, “How is it? Has the situation really become uncontrollable? Are we really going to war?”

Her face flushed red with urgency.

Muruo didn’t want to affect her emotions, so he said, “Don’t think about it so much for now. We’ll handle it.”

“Handle it? How do you plan to handle it? What did my father say? What did Muzar say? How did such a thing suddenly happen out of nowhere? Is Wei Yi blind or something?” She was furious.

“Don’t get agitated. What’s most important now is your health.”

“What about my health! If there’s going to be war, I can still go to the battlefield to kill enemies.”

Muruo’s head ached. He persuaded her, “Be good. Don’t act rashly. In a few more days you’ll give birth. Father knows your temperament would get anxious, which is why he told me to hurry back and watch over you properly. If something happens to you, what would I do?”

Hearing him say this, Tang Si gradually calmed down. She lowered her gaze to look at her highly protruding belly, reaching out to gently stroke it. Through her palm she seemed able to feel the heartbeat of that little person inside—so faint, so fragile. The anger in her heart also dissipated bit by bit.

“I so hope that when our child is born, everything will be good.”

Muruo pulled her into his embrace. “It will be.”

“Muruo, actually I’m very afraid. I’m not afraid of us fighting with Dalin. I’m afraid of not knowing how to face Jingrong and A’Ji anymore. But I know the person in the most difficult position is actually you.”

Muruo said, “Silly girl, what you’re worried about won’t happen. As you said, after the child is born, we’ll have him learn martial arts from Jingrong and painting from Miss Ji. We won’t reach that point.”

“Mm. I’m still waiting for the day the child is born to have A’Ji help me choose a name together.”

Muruo held her even tighter.

His gaze involuntarily deepened.

Jingrong and he had known each other since they wore split-seat pants, growing up together since childhood, virtually inseparable. If things really developed to that point, he truly didn’t know what to do.

At that time, would they fight?

Or not fight?

If they lost, how would Jingrong face him?

If they won, how should he face Jingrong?

Just thinking about this made his heart chaotic and confused.

He didn’t even dare think further.

He could only hope that day would never come.