This feeling was like "a skilled butcher deftly navigating his knife through the gaps in cow bones."
Song An had been defeated in two battles, both times disgracefully.
He was dumbstruck, disbelieving, standing amidst his defeated army as he watched his father's troops split the battle lines, charging forward with stunning and fluid grace.
Then, he felt a tug at the back of his neck, and was hoisted up.
"You're far from ready," Song Cheng said indifferently, then set him down, and amidst the Imperial Guards' adoring gazes, he said, "Well done," and then he rode off alone.
Stricken by this blow, Song An felt utterly disheartened, standing under the vast autumn sun with his head hung low.
Song Cheng then approached the spectator's stance.
Zhao Hua stepped forward, laughed, and said, "Big brother, your military genius is truly divine, unmatched through the ages."
