The First National Preceptor of the Tang Dynasty

Chapter 390

"General Qin Xian, naturally we will be the same from now on." After General Zhao and General Qian finished speaking, the room suddenly fell silent.

General Zhao patted the former general on the shoulder and said, "Let's go have a drink, you and I."

Thinking back to the days when we fought in the desert, the brothers would have trouble sleeping, so they would build a campfire on the sand dunes, warm wine, and talk about their hometown.

"Indeed, it's been so long since we went back. Now we're living in constant fear in the western tribes. I don't know if we'll even make it back alive if we stay here with the prince."

Upon hearing General Qian's words, General Zhao sighed deeply and then said, "Who knows? Maybe we'll make a name for ourselves when we get back. I don't care about making a name for myself, I just want to go back to how things were before!"

What difference is there between this and treason? I fear we won't even have a complete corpse left."

The two sighed as they spoke. Meanwhile, someone was lying in ambush at Yizhu Pavilion.

This person had a human skin mask pasted on his face with a nonchalant expression, and when he was thrown into the crowd, it seemed that even the general public did not want to give him a second glance.

This bamboo pavilion belongs to the guesthouse. Because it is built high up, no one comes here during the cold winter months.

However, this is the best spot to observe the guesthouse across the street.

Meanwhile, Qin Xian lay prostrate on the bamboo building of Yizhuxuan, unaware of how much time had passed.

Soon a candle was lit in the room he was staring at.

At this moment, like a wild goose, he moved lightly from upstairs under the moon, his footsteps extremely light, as if he were walking silently on snow. He then glided to the window of the guesthouse and heard two men inside discussing something.

At this moment, Duan Lun, the Minister of Works, was sitting on his bed wearing a gray-stone robe, while Duan Hong, dressed in military armor, was sitting opposite him.

“These past few days, Xu Tian has been acting very strangely, and even though so much money has been missing, he hasn’t said a word.”

Look, he doesn't seem like he's shirking his duty by letting his nephew transport the silver from Chang'an to here. He only checked the boxes, and the nephew still feels uneasy.

I had a feeling that Xu Tian was deliberately hiding something, perhaps because he didn't want to offend us.

However, even Duan Hong himself didn't quite believe what he said. He had finished his task, but at the same time, the hidden danger in his heart was growing.

Duan Lun's expression grew increasingly grim. He then slowly stood up, walked to the window, and surprisingly opened it. The figure beneath the window vanished without a trace in an instant.

Duan looked at the heavy snow outside the window, then, as if exasperated, closed the window again and sat down at the table.

"What I am worried about is that Xu Tian is currently keeping a low profile. Neither you nor I can see anything about him. However, based on my many years of experience serving as an official in Chang'an, I believe that Xu Tian must have foreseen everything beforehand, which is why he is so unscrupulous and even acts recklessly."

Duan Hong was utterly stunned and bewildered by Duan Wen's insane words. These words, though seemingly contradictory, were incredibly shocking! How could it be? How could someone have known their plan all along?

How could anyone know from the beginning that there wasn't enough silver in the box? But he couldn't convince himself, because Xu Tian's words and actions were truly extraordinary and incomprehensible.

Duan Lun suddenly let out a sinister laugh, his entire face contorting in a grotesque expression. Although he was old, his expression made him seem as if he had white hair and a youthful face, as if he had returned to his original, simple self.

Duan Hong was immediately startled and his face changed color. Unexpectedly, Duan Lun glanced at his nephew and then suppressed his smile.