At a time like this, saying too much or too little could both lead to trouble, so Dudek immediately shot a meaningful glance at the young man seated at the table beside him.
No one knew how Dudek had managed it. In any case, these choirboys were like brainwashed devotees, willingly ready to die for him.
The young man who had received Dudek's signal stood up.
"I'll dance with a sword for the King!"
The young man walked into the hall, picked up the Bronze Sword from the ground, and held it upright before his nose.
He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and worked himself up before beginning his sword dance.
Calling it a dance was a stretch. He was really just performing a set of Western fencing moves.
His movements were fierce and full of power.
The sword trembled with each thrust, producing a bronze ring.
Marquis Changxin and the King were both drawn to the young man and stopped paying attention to Dudek.
Lin Baici glanced at the young man. Once he was sure no one was watching him, he lowered his head and examined the object the masked palace maid had slipped into his right hand.
It was indeed a little bundle of cloth.
Lin Baici opened it with one hand.
Inside was a piece of gauze that carried the faint scent of incense. It must have been torn from the palace maid's handkerchief.
Written on the handkerchief in red cinnabar was a line of beautiful small-seal script:
"Kill the Great Yuezhi Clan envoy!"
Perhaps the palace maid was worried Lin Baici wouldn't know which envoy she meant, because she had even drawn a portrait.
The portrait was only about the size of a coin, but it was lifelike. The thick beard in particular made