Xiao Feng had not had time to consider this question before, but now that he thought about it carefully, he was suddenly horrified.
"That scoundrel was truly vicious. He wanted to kill with a borrowed knife!" Thinking of how his son had nearly died at Shaolin, Xiao Yuanshan burned with fury.
"King Xiao, think carefully. Do you have any enemies who would want you dead this badly?" Zhao Min reminded him.
Xiao Feng frowned in thought. "Madam Ma certainly counts as someone who wants me dead, and Quan Guanqing as well. But there was no need for them to go to such lengths."
"Could it have been that bastard Murong Bo?" Xiao Yuanshan said through gritted teeth. Thinking of how he had chatted so merrily with his enemy over the years and even guided him in martial arts several times made him furious beyond measure.
"Probably not," Song Qingshu said at last. "Murong Bo's goal is to restore Yan State. If he could provoke a war between two countries, he would naturally spare no effort. But Liao Country has already been crippled by the Jin Dynasty and is no longer what it once was. Moreover, Shaolin is within Jin territory. Even if something happened to you at Shaolin, big brother, Liao Country would most likely not dare trouble the Jin Dynasty. More importantly, I happened to deal with Murong Bo some time ago. He probably had no chance to appear in Dali, thousands of miles away."
"Then who could it be?" Xiao Yuanshan looked utterly frantic. Though his martial arts were formidable, he truly was not good at matters that required thinking.
"Could it have been one of your political enemies at court?" Zhao Min suddenly asked Xiao Feng.
"That is indeed possible." Xiao Feng's eyes shifted, clearly having formed