Mythical Three Kingdoms

"Are you saying it was Wen Ru who did it?" Chen Xi’s voice carried a sense of horror. Li Ru, are you so accustomed to assassinating emperors? After taking down Liu Bian, you’re gunning for Liu Xie as well? Do the emperors of the Liu Family have a grudge with you? Are you really treating it like harvesting crops, reaping one batch after another?

"It wasn’t him. I’m very familiar with his methods. Back when Dong Cheng took out the Liu Clan imperial member, those methods were mostly likely Wen Ru’s. But he couldn’t be the one who assassinated the emperor."

"So, it wasn’t ****?" Chen Xi felt slightly relieved. If it really had been someone from their side, then Chen Xi would have to figure out a way to perform an internal cleanse. Otherwise, if someone dared to act with such duplicity on such a major matter, a severe crackdown would be necessary.

"If Ziyang and Zijing are in the clear, then it absolutely wasn’t from our group. Guo Fengxiao couldn’t reach this extent, nor could I, or rather, none of us could assassinate the emperor."

"How did your questioning go?" Chen Xi inquired of Xun Yu and Zhou Yu.

"It wasn’t us. Although I did act, I wouldn’t involve myself in something like assassinating the emperor," Zhou Yu calmly replied.

After Zhou Yu spoke, Chen Xi and Zhou Yu turned to look at Xun Yu. He frowned deeply, "I did make a move, but no one laid a hand on His Majesty."

"It wasn’t us either." Chen Xi said to Zhou Yu and Xun Yu. The three let out a heavy sigh of relief. "Since it wasn’t us, then let us cooperate going forward."

Zhou Yu and Xun Yu both nodded. They were not naive. If Liu Bei ascended to the throne now, whether or not he was responsible, Cao Cao and Sunx Ce would lay the blame upon him, which would lead to a relentless war.

"Fengxiao, I’ll leave Gongjin and Xun Wenruo to you. One shouldn’t be without vigilance." Jia Xu communicated to Guo Jia.

"Leave it to me." Guo Jia responded to Jia Xu without shifting his gaze.

"Sigh, Wen He, one should remain vigilant." Chen Xi sighed as he communicated to Jia Xu. Given the current situation, Chen Xi had no choice but to be cautious.

"I didn’t expect you to alert me to be cautious. I thought you truly believed Xun Wenruo and Zhou Gongjin. Even if what they say is true, others may not tell them the real situation." Jia Xu replied in mild surprise.

"I had them do so just to reassure them, establishing a basis for cooperation. Otherwise, I wouldn’t want the hard-won foundation at the Northern Frontier to be scattered. Yet, it’s evident the morale has dispersed, and they’re also on guard."

"It can’t be helped; it’s an inevitable thing. At least you yourself aren’t suspected by anyone, so even if morale disperses, it won’t entirely collapse."

"Everyone, let’s arrange things and head to Chang’an. This time, I want to see who is causing us trouble. We few, the essence of the Central Plains, have no reason to fear when united. Let’s see who dares to act under our watch."

Xun Yu and Zhou Yu both nodded, with calm faces and burning anger. They had been duped by someone.

Truthfully, this group had many methods and motives for acting in Chang’an, but none of them contemplated regicide. Now that the emperor was dead and scrutinizing deeper, they were unexpectedly implicated as co-conspirators, leaving the civil servants inflamed with anger.

Meanwhile, with Liu Cao Sunx’s Inner Qi Manifestation arriving in Chang’an ahead of them, the scent of blood still lingered.

"Let’s go to Weiyang Palace first. Royal Teacher’s strength was strong, as good as ours. Let’s inquire a bit." Xiahou Dun, having seen Wang Yue several times, naturally had great confidence in him.

Zhao Yun’s face was extremely grave. He realized whom he sensed last night. Sighing deeply, "I’m afraid Uncle Master Wang has already died in battle."

Xiahou Dun was startled, turning to Zhao Yun, who began recounting the events of last night. Guan Yu and Huang Zhong both turned grim before heading toward Weiyang Palace.

Noticing the Precious Sword stuck in the stone brick, Zhao Yun quietly walked over and pulled it out. Wang Yue’s sword, already clairvoyant, quivered as soon as it was lifted, resembling a red jade.

Observing the mark on the sword’s spine, Zhao Yun looked serious. This was a Divine Sword with Spirit, capable of slowly self-restoring even if damaged. Yet, this shallow scratch had yet to recover.

"Let me see." Guan Yu, being of the Divine Boundary Break, could distinctly feel the two Wills on the sword, detecting the Will imprinted on the shallow scratch.

This was reminiscent of when Guan Yu had struck Ye City’s walls, leaving his Will upon them. But the Will imprinted on this sword was even more refined than that.

Guan Yu entered a state, with his Spirit instantly crushing the lingering Spirit upon the scratch, glimpsing the remnants of last night’s Light and Shadow preserved on the sword.

"Sword Master Wang lost, succumbing to an ambush. This mark was left by his opponent. Unfortunately, it’s unclear who." Guan Yu gravely remarked, "The opponent’s strength isn’t much weaker than mine, especially with that last sword, it was tremendously formidable."