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“As expected!”

“He truly lives up to being that old fox, Jia Xu!”

“With his cautious nature, how could he get involved with my son, Cao Cao?”

Seeing the unsurprising outcome, Cao Cao’s face showed a hint of happiness since his son Cao Ju had revealed his ambitious nature. As a father, Cao Cao hadn’t been short of experiences where he had to “swallow his pride” in front of his son.

Learning that his son had also been thwarted by Jia Xu’s hand, how could he not feel amused? Then, Cao Cao’s gaze shifted to the subsequent contents recorded on the paper.

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“Zimou not only has a good relationship with Guo Yi, but he’s also quite friendly with Zhang Hu, the son of Wen Yuan?”

“Is he attempting to win over Jia Xu but considering recruiting Zhang Liao instead?”

Regarding Zimou’s actions, Cao Cao didn’t display any discontent on his face at this moment. The reason was quite simple. Facing the behaviors of his three sons, Cao Pi, Cao Zhang, and Cao Zhi, who were supported by prominent clans, border army officers, Confucian scholars, and the like, Cao Cao could still choose to turn a blind eye and ignore their actions to some extent.

Cao Ju’s actions, as viewed by Cao Cao at this time, were inconsequential. Not to mention that Cao Ju was currently only attempting to win over Zhang Liao, and Zhang Liao himself had not yet chosen a side. Compared to the potential threats posed by his son’s involvement with leading military commanders, Cao Cao hoped that Cao Ju could successfully win over Zhang Liao.

Only through this could the forces behind his son, who was no longer content with mediocrity, gradually catch up with his elder brothers. Cao Cao could discern which son was a wolf or a dog in this fair environment.

To raise a “kingmaker” capable of inheriting his legacy!

However, as Cao Cao continued reading the recorded behaviors of his son Cao Ju after befriending Zhang Hu…His expression suddenly became extremely colorful.

“This rascal, he doesn’t seem like my son at all.”

“After befriending Zhang Hu, why on earth is he not focusing on wooing Zhang Liao and instead dragging Zhang Hu to Lady Lu Bu’s residence day after day!”

“Running over there is one thing.”

“But going there repeatedly and ending up beaten black and blue by Lu Bu’s daughter and then fleeing in a sorry state?”

“How did I, Cao Cao, end up with such a weak son who can’t even handle a woman?”

After cursing and laughing, Cao Cao made up his mind.

Tomorrow, he would have someone train this son properly. He didn’t want rumors to spread that Cao Cao’s son couldn’t even defeat a young woman, tarnishing his reputation.

“Ah-choo!”

“Ah-choo!”

“Ah-choo!”

Inside the tent, where Cao Ju was preparing to rest, he suddenly sneezed thrice. Rubbing his nose, Cao Ju looked toward the direction of Ye City to the north with suspicion.

“When a dog sneezes, it’s highly likely that rain is coming.”

“Well, this is something. I sneezed three times…”

“Could it be that Lu Lingqi, that crazy woman, is cursing me? It can’t be that bad, right?”

“After all, I’m not even in Ye City.”

“If she curses me to death, will she end up a widow in the future? She truly lives up to being the daughter of Marquis Wen. She’s ruthless even to herself, daring to curse her future husband.”

With a self-deprecating remark, Cao Ju, who fancied himself as Lu Lingqi’s future husband, shook his head gently.

“Perhaps!”

“It might even be Liu Huangshu’s daughters, Liu Ying and Liu Yu, thinking about this young master. Who knows?”

Comforting himself again, Cao Ju was about to rest his head on the pillow. At this moment, the voice of Xu Chu came from outside the tent.

“Has the young lord retired for the night?”

Upon hearing Xu Chu’s question, Cao Ju immediately lost his drowsiness. He thought his father, Cao Cao, had something to discuss with him. He quickly donned a robe and stepped out of the tent to greet Xu Chu.

“General Xu Chu, you’ve come here so late. Is there something…?”

At the entrance of the tent, upon seeing Cao Ju, Xu Chu presented the Heaven Reliant sword he held in both hands before Cao Ju’s face.

“Young lord!”

“This is the Heaven Reliant sword bestowed upon you by the Lord.”

“The Lord also said…”

“These past few years have caused your grievances, and he is gratified.”

Cao Ju: “???”

What grievances from the past few years? What is this about his kind-hearted father being gratified? What is all this about?

As he received the Heaven Reliant sword handed over by Xu Chu, Cao Ju was about to inquire about the reason behind this, but he realized that Xu Chu had already turned and left. No matter how clever he might be, he couldn’t fathom that, at this moment, Cao Cao had misunderstood his actions and connected them with the earlier Cao Ju.

Unable to make sense of it, he decided to let it go. Quickly, Cao Ju’s attention was drawn to the Heaven Reliant sword brought by Xu Chu upon Cao Cao’s orders.

“Swish!”

The precious sword was unsheathed.

Under the moonlight, it emitted a chilling brilliance.

“What a great sword! The Northern Star shines brightly, and fierce generals march like thunder.”

“The lightning-trailing Heaven Reliant sword is in hand, capable of parting the seas like a leviathan.”

“Heaven Reliant, Heaven Reliant!”

“Truly peerless.”

“Unfortunately, the Qing Gang sword has already been claimed by Zhao Yun, and the Golden-Haired Lion King and the Dragon Slaying Saber are nowhere to be found.”

“Otherwise, combining these swords…”

Beside him, listening to Cao Ju’s muttering, Dian Man couldn’t help but ask, “Young lord, I know about Zhao Yun and the Qing Gang sword you mentioned.”

“But…”

“What are the Golden-Haired Lion King and the Dragon Slaying Saber?”

Looking at Dian Man’s curious expression, Cao Ju teased, “The Golden-Haired Poet King, his name is Xie Xun.”

“He’s the lifelong rival of the Poet Immortal Li Bai and the Sage of Poetry Du Fu.”

Without waiting for Dian Man to continue questioning…

Not interested in explaining to Dian Man who Li Bai and Du Fu were, Cao Ju had lifted the tent’s curtain and entered inside. His gaze shifted back inside the central military tent. Cao Cao, who was reading the scroll, once again had a vexed expression.

“This rascal!”

“Expressing admiration for Lü Bu’s daughter is one thing!”

“But why does he have to involve himself with Liu Bei’s two daughters, who were taken as captives after the Battle of Changban years ago?”