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Chapter 218 Meng Tian Discovers Clues

Wang Xi stood up and said solemnly, "They will not give up. I'm afraid Your Majesty is still in danger in the military camp."

Ying Zheng asked: "According to the general's opinion, what should we do?"

Wang Xi replied, "I am willing to share your worries. I have two plans. I hope you will be careful in implementing them."

Ying Zheng raised his left hand and said, "Speak."

Wang Xi continued, "First, Your Majesty can write a personal letter and send it to Xianyang and give it to your confidant, asking him to bring people to meet us."

"Secondly, Your Majesty should continue to conceal your identity. I thought Lord Li was an envoy from the State of Qin. If Your Majesty does not mind, I can temporarily pretend to be Lord Li's follower."

Li Si was horrified, and he bowed and said, "How can this be allowed? I am deeply terrified. This is absolutely not allowed."

Ying Zheng didn't care, he raised his left hand, then put his hands behind his back and said: "It's okay, just follow the general's plan."

Wang Xi clasped his fists and bowed, saying, "Thank you, Your Majesty, for your kindness."

Ying Zheng stood proudly and said calmly: "You can call me Master Shang."

Wang Zhi clasped his fists and replied, “Yes.”

Wang Xi continued, "The tents for Master Shang and Lord Li to rest have been prepared long ago, so you can rest as soon as possible."

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In the Wusui military camp, Ying Zheng and others had gone to their tents to rest.

Outside the military camp, the moonlight was shining and the Qin soldiers were busy.

A soldier reported: "Captain, today's military roster has been checked. Please take a look."

Qianchang was considered a high-ranking official in the military camp. This man was tall and sturdy, wearing black armor, with an upright posture, a black cloak, a sword hanging from his waist, and an iron mask on his face.

Full of the iron-blooded spirit of a soldier and with a powerful aura, it is clear from the simple look of his figure that this is not a simple captain.

He slowly turned around, took the roster, checked it carefully, then frowned and asked, "A team of scouts died today?"

The soldier clasped his fists and reported: "After questioning, they said that they were attacked by the enemy outside, and the bodies have been transported back to the barracks."

The captain asked, "Where did they die in the attack? Who was the enemy? Are there any requirements for war preparedness?"

Asking three questions in a row, quick reaction and keen insight, this is an excellent military quality.

"this......."

The soldier clasped his fists and said, "I don't know either."

Qian Chang turned around and said, "The cause of death is so vague, there must be something fishy. Come with me."

"Yes." The soldier put down his hand and followed the captain.

In a moment, the captain led his soldiers to the tower guarding the gate of the military camp. From the tower, he could observe all the movements around him. As long as it was within the range of his patrol, nothing could be hidden from his eyes.

The guard on duty in the tower was thinking about changing shifts, but when he saw the captain coming over, he suddenly woke up and saluted, "Master Captain."

The captain walked into the tower and asked directly, "Today at 3 pm, a team of scouts left the barracks for patrol. Did you see it?"

The guard replied: "Yes, I have seen it."

"They left the barracks at 11:00 pm and returned a little after 12:00 pm."

Qian Chang noticed something unusual. One said they were attacked outside, and the other said he had returned to the barracks. The time didn't match at all.

Qian Chang continued to ask: "What's unusual about them returning to the barracks?"

The guard continued, "When they returned to the barracks, they brought a team of carriages and horses. They looked like officials coming to inspect from somewhere else."

Qian Chang asked, "You didn't check their identities?"

The guard replied: "At that time, the scout sergeant said that these people had special identities and asked his subordinates not to make it public."

"Special identity." Humph, Qian Chang snorted coldly.

The guard quickly said, "I dare not lie."

The captain found out the reason, turned around and left, saying, "You are slacking on duty, so I will temporarily punish you with twenty military sticks."

The two times didn't match, and neither did the confessions. The captain didn't make things too difficult for the guard because the matter was too suspicious and required a thorough investigation.

On the other side, Gai Nie stood on the city wall, constantly patrolling the four directions, holding his breath and concentrating, memorizing all the scenes around him in his mind, including the arrangement of the military camp guards, the number of patrols, the intervals between patrols, and whether there were any powerful masters who were difficult to defeat.

Suddenly, a noise came from Ying Zheng's tent.

Gai Nie's expression froze, and his figure appeared in Ying Zheng's tent at an extremely fast speed.

Gai Nie looked solemn, his aura was fully open and murderous intent was revealed. His right hand tightly grasped the hilt of the sword and his whole body was tense.

Inside the tent, a brush appeared at Gai Nie's feet. Gai Nie breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Ying Zheng sitting in his seat safely.

He loosened the shuriken handle and checked the situation inside the tent.

Candles were burning in the tent, illuminating the entire Ying Zheng. Ying Zheng sat silently in his seat, with a pot of charcoal fire burning fiercely.

All the things on the table had been pushed to the ground by Ying Zheng, including the brushes, inkstones, bamboo slips, etc.

Ying Zheng sat down sideways, and the candlelight illuminated Ying Zheng's back.

At this time, Ying Zheng was desolate and lonely, and looked extremely painful, like an abandoned child, helpless and alone.

Gai Nie called out softly: "Master Shang..."

Seeing this situation, how could Gai Nie, who had followed Ying Zheng for a long time, not know Ying Zheng's mood at the moment? The Qin State was very powerful, standing tall among all the other states and overwhelming the six countries.

However, Ying Zheng's life was not happy, it could be said to be in pieces. All the people he had high hopes for betrayed him, and the people who had given him hope turned around and wanted to kill him for power.

After being in a daze for so many years, I finally found myself alone and helpless.

To put it in a broader sense, he is the king of Qin, and his words can decide life and death. To put it in a narrower sense, the current Ying Zheng also longs for a safe haven to shelter from the wind and rain.

Unfortunately, there was no place in the powerful Qin State that would tolerate him staying. Now, even he was going to be eliminated. There was no one to tell about the pain and sorrow in his heart.

Ying Zheng forced himself to cheer up and said, "The letter has been written, but I don't know how to..."

"My mother, the Queen Mother, my father, the Prime Minister, and all the civil and military officials, who should I send this letter to?"

It's too hard, Ying Zheng has suffered too much. As the king of Qin, among so many people, no one is trustworthy enough to accept this letter.

His mother, the Queen Mother, controls the harem, but she has never shown up and even rarely communicates with Ying Zheng. Ying Zheng doesn't know what's going on with his mother and can only listen to the rumors in the palace, but he is unwilling to believe that his mother would be that kind of person.

Prime Minister Lu Buwei was once Ying Zheng's shining light. It was promised that power would be transferred to him. Unfortunately, even now, he is still greedy for it and has put the knife on his own head for the sake of power.

All the kindness vanished into thin air, leaving only waves of heartache.

Ying Zheng's heart was extremely sad at this moment, and was gradually becoming hardened.

Gai Nie didn't say anything else, but walked to the desk, bent down to pick up the letter, held it in his hand, and slowly left the tent.