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Chapter 245 The group is destroyed
The servant felt sorry for his young master, while Miss Gu Qi seemed to be quite dim-witted, completely oblivious to his young master's thoughts.

Shen Jiawen ignored the attendant's gaze and returned to the government office to continue his work.

In Luoyang, Emperor Pingyuan, upon receiving the memorial from King Xuan, smashed his teacup and berated Wan Qian, the commander of the Flying Dragon Guard.

Wan Qian secretly groaned. He sent people all over the world to search for Gulibanu, but little did they know that he was right at the Gorge Pass. If they had acted a day later, Gulibanu would have had no chance of escaping.

"Your Majesty, please give me another chance!"

"Very well," Emperor Pingyuan said, sitting back on his throne. "The spies left at the tea-horse trade market have reported that the Tibetan envoys will soon arrive in the capital to discuss with me the murder of the Tibetan merchant Dorje and his wife."

Emperor Pingyuan sneered, "What's there to talk about in the death of a mere merchant!"

Wan Qian reviewed Emperor Pingyuan's words in his mind and replied with understanding, "Your subject will handle it thoroughly!"

Emperor Pingyuan was satisfied, "Go!"

Half a month later, the Tibetan king indeed sent envoys to pass through the Turkic territory to Luoyang in Dayu. The large entourage took more than two months to reach Qinzhou.

Since Emperor Pingyuan ascended the throne, Qinzhou, which originally belonged to the lineage of the King of Wei, was thoroughly investigated, and all officials from top to bottom were replaced. It is now completely under Emperor Pingyuan's control.

Upon arriving at the post station, the Tibetan envoy, suffering from back pain, disembarked from the carriage. After having a meal, he felt utterly exhausted and went to rest early.

That night, the Tibetan guards on patrol were panting heavily, chatting in twos and threes to keep themselves awake.

The soldiers at the post station approached with smiles. "Distinguished guests, you have worked hard on your night watch. Although it is already April, the nights are still cold. Our leader has specially prepared some drinks to warm you up."

The Tibetan guard accepted the wine and thanked him in broken Chongqing dialect.

The soldiers at the post station smiled, bowed, and left.

The Tibetan guard pulled out the cork, tilted his head back, and gulped it down. In the blink of an eye, half the bottle was gone. "That was exhilarating!"

Seeing that their leader had drunk, the other guards couldn't resist and started drinking as well.

"Good wine, tastes great!"

“What’s so good about it?” a Tibetan guard disagreed. “It’s sweet, and it’s nowhere near as good as our barley wine!”

The leader chuckled, "People from Chongqing are all soft and weak; how could they possibly drink strong liquor!"

“Indeed,” a guard said, looking around with longing. “Such a good place has been occupied by the people of Dayu. It’s such a waste.”

“One day, the wild horses of the plateau will take over,” the leader said, but before he could finish, a sharp pain in his abdomen made him bend over. “The wine is poisoned.”

After saying that, the leader's body fell to the ground, lifeless.

The other Tibetan guards were so frightened by what they saw that they immediately threw down their wine bottles and began to vomit, but it was too late. The intense abdominal pain made them cry out in agony, but no one in the vast post station responded.

Soon, the Tibetan guards died one by one.

At this moment, the Flying Dragon Guards, who were hiding in the corner, took off their soldier uniforms, went forward to check each person one by one, and only after confirming that there were no survivors did they rush towards the post station.

Inside the post station, Wan Qian was leading a group of Flying Dragon Guards in a fierce battle against the remaining Tibetan guards.

The Tibetan envoy, awakened by a bucket of cold water, watched helplessly as his men dwindled in number, and in desperation, he shouted in Tibetan.

However, the Flying Dragon Guards didn't understand a word, nor did they need to.

Half an hour later, Wan Qian killed the last Tibetan guard and walked up to the Tibetan envoy with his long sword.

The Tibetan envoy turned ashen-faced and knelt on the ground in fear, begging for mercy.

"Now you know to beg for mercy? Didn't you just say that the people of Dayu are spineless and that this beautiful land will one day belong to you Tibetans?"

Wan Qian sneered, "What an overestimation of their abilities!"

It doesn't matter how much infighting occurs within the Great Yu; whoever ascends to the top will be a legitimate citizen of the Central Plains. How dare the mere remote, foreign Tubo (Tibetan) tribe covet such power?
You deserve to die!

Wan Qian raised his sword and swiftly beheaded the Tibetan envoy.

He summoned a Flying Dragon Guard and ordered, "Send it to the Tibetan king."

The Flying Dragon Guards covered their heads and left.

Wan Qian led the remaining Flying Dragon Guards to gather the corpses of the Tibetan envoys and guards together, and burned them along with the post station.

Two weeks later, at the Tibetan royal palace.

The maid holding the box said, "Your Majesty, someone left a wooden box outside the palace gate with a note on it, saying it was a special gift for you."

The Tibetan king said, "Oh? Let me see it."

The head guard disagreed, saying, "Let me take a look first."

The Tibetan king nodded. The chief guard opened the wooden box, and his pupils dilated instantly when he saw what was inside. His hand involuntarily loosened, and the box fell to the ground. A round object rolled out of the box and only stopped after a while.

The Tibetan king looked on with curiosity and saw that it was indeed a head.

The fifty-something-year-old king was so frightened that his heart pounded wildly. It took him a long time to make out the face of the head. "Brother!"

The head guard and a group of eunuchs knelt down, saying, "Please accept our condolences, Your Majesty!"

No wonder I haven't received any letters from my brother; he's already been murdered!

The Tibetan king was furious and immediately wrote a letter to Dayu to question him, while also sending 30,000 troops to stop outside the tea-horse trade market.

Upon receiving the message, King Xuan questioned the reason.

The Tibetan general, filled with righteous indignation, said, "You all know the truth!"

King Xuan cursed inwardly: How could I possibly know that!

At this moment, Jiang Yiming, who was usually calm and composed, became unusually serious. "Your Highness, we have just received news that the entire Tibetan envoy group has been killed within Qin Prefecture!"

King Xuan suddenly turned around, snatched the letter from Jiang Yiming's hand, and began to read it, then cursed under his breath.

Jiang Yiming asked, "Your Highness, should we increase the number of troops?"

King Xuan quickly calmed himself down and ordered, “Dispatch 30,000 troops to garrison outside the valley pass, immediately send back the people of Dayu who traded tea and horses, and tell Zhaozhao to blockade Wuwei and make sure that the people do not come to the tea and horse trade again.”

Jiang Yiming accepted the order and left.

Inside Wuwei City, upon receiving the news, Tang Zhao stood with his hands on his hips at the Protector General's Mansion, cursing Emperor Pingyuan. He lamented that Dayu lacked internet and telephone service, otherwise Tang Zhao would have personally called and berated Emperor Pingyuan to death.

"You shouldn't pick trouble like that. Are you afraid you're too comfortable sitting on your throne?"

The guards of the Protectorate General's Mansion immediately issued an order to close all four gates of Wuwei City—east, west, south, and north—simultaneously.

Shen Jiawen was calculating the city's supplies in the government office, while Lu Ying rushed to the Protector General's Mansion to inquire about the reason. After learning the reason, he sighed deeply.

Your Majesty is digging your own grave!

Emperor Gaozu and the late emperor controlled the court for decades, and even went so far as to grant the Northwest to Prince Xuan as his fiefdom, so that Prince Xuan's palace and the Northwest army would be determined to defend the Northwest to the death.

Now that Your Majesty has made this terrible move, the Prince Xuan's Mansion and the Northwest Army will surely become disloyal to Your Majesty!
These days are going to be anything but peaceful!

Tang Zhao had no intention of persuading him. "Thinking too much is useless. Lord Lu should focus on the upcoming battle."

"I have another matter to discuss with you," Lu Ying said. "I have someone I would like to recommend to the Princess."

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