n the vengeful spirit of Consort Liu, who perished one hundred and twenty years ago"Li Chen's every word struck like thunder.Within the imperial city, red bricks and green tiles, heavy snow falls from...Chapter 1421: I am Su Pingbei

Although just a short sentence with few numbers, it gave Su Pingbei great encouragement.

He looked radiant and said excitedly, “My biggest goal is that people respect me because I am Su Pingbei, not because I am the grandson of the God of War or the son of General Su.”

Wu Qingcang chuckled lightly: "I, who climbed up from the grassroots, naturally wouldn't understand the kind of troubles you young masters of prominent families have."

"However, I also know that if you want to change the labels people have for you, you'll have to put in ten times, a hundred times more effort."

With a heavy pat on Su Pingbei's shoulder, Wu Qingcang said, "This mission you've taken on is both good and bad. The bad thing is the risk is enormous; it's very possible that all of your thousand people go in and none come back."

Su Pingbei nodded and said, "I know, but I'm not afraid."

With a smile, Wu Qingcang said: "But there are some things that aren't about whether you're afraid or not. I know you're not afraid of death, but if you were to truly die, it would cause a lot of trouble, and the vast majority of people wouldn't want to see these troubles arise, for example, the Crown Prince."

Su Ping raised an eyebrow and turned to look at Wu Qingcang.

Wu Qingcang did not elaborate, but continued the previous topic: "This mission has its advantages. Once you succeed, your prestige will be established. At least in this Yueya Pass, no one will look down on you because of your family background. The soldiers respect you because you are Su Pingbei. You have made extraordinary achievements, and in the army, it has always been military merit that speaks. If you fight with your life for military merit, you deserve to be respected by everyone."

A lot of things in this world work the same way: if you want more reward, you have to pay a higher price or take on more risk, unless you're willing to be a wealthy heir, living off your family fortune and doing nothing.

Su Pingbei nodded, deeply agreeing.

Wu Qingcang let out a light chuckle, rose to his feet, and said: "Well, I think that's enough for our conversation. Now, come with me to meet someone else."

"Who" Su Pingbei asked curiously.

He couldn't imagine that there was anyone else at Yueya Pass who wanted to see Wu Qingsang, rather than the other way around.

"You'll know when you get there." Wu Qingscang dropped a small hint, then beckoned Su Ping to leave the tent.

Although Su Pingbei was curious, he held back from asking further questions and followed Wu Qingcang out together.

As soon as the two of them left, they went straight out of Yuèyáguān.

The official road toward King Ning's fiefdom sped away.

This surprised Su Pingbei a little.

At such a time, amidst the heat of battle, even though this was within the rear defenses of Yueya Pass, it was unavoidable that there would be scouts or even assassins from the Liao army lurking. As the commander of Yueya Pass, Wu Qingcang leaving the pass at this moment was definitely not a wise decision.

Although he was doubtful, during this period of time following Wu Qingcang, Su Pingbei also understood that Wu Qingcang was definitely not someone who acted without reason. His troop deployment and strategic planning were undoubtedly the best in the world today. A person like him would never do something risky easily.

Unless there was someone or something worth risking it for.

Soon, Su Pingbei saw the man on the official road twenty miles from Yueya Pass.

The carriage procession rumbled along, kicking up a considerable amount of dust as it raced towards them.

A team of dozens surrounded the carriage, marching forward. Though they all wore civilian clothes, Su Pingbei could tell at a glance that these people were highly skilled martial artists. What was even more remarkable was that each one obeyed orders implicitly, moving with precision and discipline, far from haphazardly positioned.rty was tall and strong, looking quite imposing. Although he was over seventy years old, he was hale and hearty, with a ruddy complexion and bright, piercing eyes. If it weren't for the white hair cov...