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One of Yuan Shu’s loyalists - the adviser Yan Xiang - had been moving
backwards and forwards between his lord’s various domains in the months leading
up to the inevitable end; he had at one point been feared missing, perhaps
dead, only to reappear with some hired men to assist his lord’s crossing into
Xu Province. When that crossing failed, Yan Xiang left his lord once again and
tried to secure an alternative escape route from a base near the Yang-Yu
provincial border; he reacted anxiously at the news that Liu Xun was being
self-servingly cautious, but the news that his lord was dead and that all of
his efforts had been for nothing left him silent for some time.
“What will we do now, Mister Yan?” one mercenary asked.
“…I… I don’t know,” the thin, weary Yan Xiang admitted. “I’d planned for
this moment from the second that he insisted that he would become… what he said
that he had become. But now the moment is finally here, I’m strangely numb: I
am not sure whether I should now honour my lord’s memory, or think of the
populace, or…”
“No offence, but we only want to know if we’ll be paid,” the mercenary said.
“If Yuan is dead, then-”
“You’ll be paid,” Yan Xiang promised. “And I’ve decided: the best thing
to do now is go into Yu Province, try and gather more forces, and then return
to Yang and restore order, perhaps with Yuan Yin or the late lord’s son as an
untainted new ruler. That new order will need men like you, so expect to be
paid extremely well, better than Cao Cao would pay you.”
The mercenary smiled and said, “Well put, Mister Yan. It isn’t that I
was considering turning you over, necessarily, but there are other men that
would.”
“I know that very well,” Yan Xiang replied as he examined a tear in the
left sleeve of his weathered state robes. “Shall we go northward, then…?”
“Lead the way!” the mercenary said through laughter.
Bofu’s cousin Sun Ben was based in a fenced military camp close to the Lujiang-Jiujiang
prefectural border; Ben’s younger brother, Sun Fu, had joined him once again so
that they could plan their part of removing Liu Xun from Lujiang Prefecture.
“…Is Zhou Yu really serious about grovelling to Liu Xun?” Sun Fu asked
of the reflective Sun Ben.
“Completely,” Sun Ben replied. “My only worry is that it will be an
obvious ruse: when has Bofu ever grovelled to anyone?”
“…Liu Xun is arrogant, and quite stupid too,” Sun Fu suggested.
“I agree, but he has counsel that may see through it and warn him,” Sun
Ben replied.
“…We’re throwing everything at Liu Xun, are we…?” Sun Fu asked.
“I’m not sure,” Sun Ben admitted. “We were forced to abandon a campaign
against Huang Zu in order to do this, and that will arouse suspicions that we
might be vulnerable, so we have to leave good people in northwest Yuzhang to
guard against Huang and Liu Biao.”
“What I don’t get is why Liu Xun attacked Haihun County if he’s on the
Han side now: so are we!” Sun Fu said. “He’s abducted Yuan Shu’s heir, Yuan
Shu’s coffin and whatever money and people he had left. What’s he up to…?”