Mother, I have returned to the throne.

late at night.

The residence of the barbarian envoys.

A cold arrow ignited the anger in the barbarian's heart.

In the central hall, accompanied by a sound of breaking through the air, an arrow trembled and stuck into the pillar.

High Priest Bulma was just a few meters away.

This action clearly shows that they came prepared!

Don't be such a bully!

At the banquet, they forced us to kneel, and now they want to send assassins.

Is the Great Qin planning to wipe us out?

All the barbarians were filled with indignation, except the high priest Bulma, who walked slowly to the bow and arrow that had just shot into the air.

"This is……"

At the tip of the arrow, Bulma keenly noticed a different detail.

He quickly pulled out the arrow.

A piece of paper then fell into his palm!

After the note was unfolded, a line of handwriting caught Bulma's eyes.

The content written in it is clearly a plan on how to deal with Song Yuan!

It seems that the incident just now was not an assassination, but someone wanted to use this opportunity to convey a message to himself!

"High Priest, you and I have nothing to do with each other, but we have a common enemy. As a prince, Song Yuan will be sent to the frontier after his marriage. Although he does not have the talent of a general, his status is real. When the morale of the army is boosted, you should know better than me what the consequences will be!"

At the end of the note, there were words that touched Bulma's heart.

When the high priest raised his head again, there was a sneer on the corner of his mouth and he muttered something.

"The Great Qin is still the same as always. There are all sorts of people in the dark, so how can there be any unity? But for me, taking advantage of the situation is a good thing. This document clearly states the prince's past. Following the instructions above, beheading him will be as easy as pie!"

In just a moment, Bulma had made up her mind that the enemy of my enemy is my friend.

This time, I may become a knife in someone else's hands.

However, it is said that one should be prudent and protect himself.

When you attack the prince, you must also think of a backup plan!

Bulma slowly lowered her head, carefully folded the note in her hand, and kept it close to her body.

If something goes wrong during the assassination and your identity is exposed, this note will be your last escape from death!

Even if we can't reveal the mastermind behind this, we can still muddy the waters of the Qin Dynasty.

Bulma, the old fox, is determined not to suffer any loss.

……

The residence of the third prince Song Qi.

A man in black fell from the sky into the back garden.

Song Qi waited for a long time: "How is the matter going?"

"Your Highness, I have already delivered the things. They are now in the hands of the High Priest. However, we did this behind Lord Lin's back. Isn't it a bit..."

"Master Lin, Master Lin, are you working for me or for him?" Song Qi frowned slightly, with a hint of cruelty in his eyes.

At this moment, he had only one thought in mind, which was to let Song Yuan die!

In the midst of madness, how could Song Qi care about anything else?

"Listen to me carefully. From now on, don't mention the three words 'Lord Lin' in front of me!" Seeing his subordinates trembling, Song Qi emphasized.

Then I looked up at the moon, and felt that the moonlight was even brighter tonight!

"God is clearly trying to tell me through this scene that my plan will succeed!"

"Song Yuan, you are destined to become a ghost at the hands of the barbarians. As your younger brother, I will definitely send you off on your final journey. Don't worry, I will personally burn paper for you when the time comes. I promise not to let you down!"

"Go down!" Song Qi roared in his heart and waved at his men behind him.

The man in black took the order and was about to turn around.

But then he saw a flash of cold light and blood rising into the sky.

Good people's heads are rolling down!

Looking at the headless corpse at his feet, Song Qi pursed his lips.

"This matter concerns my reputation, you have to keep it secret for me!"

"The dead are the best at keeping secrets!"

Amidst the blood, the Third Prince spoke slowly with a cold tone.

Such a hero is meticulous and ruthless, and he is so cold-blooded even towards his own people.

As an enemy, Sun Quan was already in danger!

……

Early the next morning.

Song Yuan squatted on the doorstep without any airs.

From time to time, he raised his head and looked towards the alley. The reason he was so excited was all because of the reward from that cheap old man!

Last night Song Yuanli performed a great deed, bravely defeating the barbarians.

It also enhanced the prestige of the Qin State and made it easy to recover the lost territories.

Unfortunately, Song Youji was in a good mood and couldn't handle the alcohol, so he was carried away from the scene.

Song Youji was happy, but Sun Quan just put in the effort and got nothing in return in the end. This was naturally not acceptable!

If you don't give me a reward.

Isn’t that chilling?

Thinking that he might be able to make a fortune if the emperor took action, Song Yuan tossed and turned, and before dawn, he couldn't wait to get to the door.

Not sleeping at such a young age?

We are about to get rid of poverty and achieve a well-off society. Who can still sleep well?

"coming!"

In anticipation, accompanied by the sound of footsteps, Song Yuan's face lit up with joy.

Look closely.

Eunuch Qiu walked up to Song Yuan with a smile on his face and said, "Your Highness, His Majesty has asked me to personally inform you that you must attend the court this morning."

Isn't this nonsense?

Who wouldn’t go to receive the reward?

Song Yuan smiled and nodded. The next second, he waved his hand and the servant behind him immediately led out a war horse.

"Eunuch Qiu, I'll go first!"

Seeing Song Yuan wave his hand, wave the reins and walk away, Eunuch Qiu was completely dumbfounded.

This eldest prince is so active, he runs faster than me!

However, Song Yuan's status is no longer what it used to be, so even Eunuch Qiu couldn't say much.

Above the palace.

Song Yuan yawned as he stepped over the threshold.

As soon as I raised my head, I saw several burly middle-aged men blocking my way?

"What are you doing?" Song Yuan frowned slightly.

This is the Golden Palace. Can you still embarrass me here?

However, they didn't expect that several people would bow together and praise Song Yuan.

"Grand Prince, you displayed such power yesterday that it truly made us proud. I am the Minister of War. If you have any troubles in the future, please let me know!"

"The Crown Prince has swept away the decline of the Great Qin. He is truly a young hero. Your Highness, I must first apologize. I have said many things about you before, but I was blind!"

"Grand Prince, I am a civil servant. What you did yesterday will be fully recorded in the history books. Is there anything you would like to add?"

Faced with the enthusiasm in front of him, Song Yuan subconsciously touched his nose.

I used to be a rat crossing the street, everyone was shouting and beating me, so I got used to it.

Now when I suddenly see such a passionate scene, I feel a little uncomfortable!

"I still like your unruly look before."

Song Yuan waved his hand and said softly, then he went to the corner amidst a group of people's entanglement.

In the Golden Palace, all civil and military officials are assigned positions.

How could Song Yuan have had such an honor before?

I can only stand at the end of the team and wait for my father to send me orders.

A moment later, Song Youji arrived and all the civil and military officials in the court shouted "Long live Song Youji".

Anyone could notice the brilliant smile on His Majesty's face.

"Where are the people? Where is the old man?"

Before Song Youji even sat down on the chair, he poked his head out to ask about Song Yuan's whereabouts.

"Here!" Song Yuan quickly jumped up and waved, then squeezed through the crowd and came to the front, then bowed to Song Youji and greeted him.

"Father, your son is here!"

As he spoke, Song Yuan raised his head and started to think in his mind.

What reward will this cheap old man give me today?

If it's gold and silver, one hundred thousand or eighty thousand is not too little!

I am a vulgar person. If you have any money, just give it to me. I like practical things!