The bad news was that there was little time left for the operation, and the risks had risen sharply once more.
The good news was... there was still a chance.
"Jing Kingdom has stood for four thousand years. Every road has been traveled, every position already occupied. There is very little room left to climb higher. These days, any young person with a future worth speaking of develops in Tianjing City. Given the choice, who would be willing to stay in Taiping City?
"This place may be called a famed prefectural city, but its glory has long been coated in dust, and it is no key border stronghold. To say it is steeped in leisure and pleasure, with lax military preparedness, is already putting it kindly. I arrived a day early and visited the City Lord's residence several times, yet could not hear even the slightest stir.
"When You Que left Tianjing City, he had already lost his chance to compete and was driven back to his hometown.
"Now he lives alone in a small courtyard at the northeastern corner. There—right here."
King Qinguang traced the area in the air with a finger. "Even the You Clan's servants rarely come here. They did not throw him into the woodshed or drive him out to await death only for the bare minimum of dignity due to a You clansman. The You Clan now acts as though no such person exists."
You Que's Dao heart had collapsed in the war against Wei in Dao Calendar 3898. More than twenty years had passed since then.
That was an exceedingly long time.
The You Clan had certainly tried every method they could and could not use, but all to no avail.
He had given up on himself, and in the end, the You Clan