After a pause, Yao Yangyu spoke once again: "Vice President Wei, have you forgotten? Why are you here?"
Feng Zhiwei cocked a brow and smiled. "Have we met before? I have forgotten many things, and I am here because of fate. I'm sure I'll have questions for you later, but right now there is a more urgent matter — you are His Highness Prince An? I've heard much tell of your name; it is nice to finally put a face to the stories."
Jin Siyu had remounted and gazed across the battlefield at the composed young man. Nowhere was safe in war, and there were few competent figures who would act as casually as this new figure. The same twists and turns that had hid his men now hid his enemy's forces, and Jin Siyu had no idea how many soldiers were marching towards him.
