"King Qinguang, how very brave of you." King Biancheng's tone revealed neither praise nor blame. "You've barely left the tiger's jaws, only to throw yourself into the wolf's den!"
King Qinguang stressed once again, "Not me. Us."
"Wei is no kind place," King Biancheng said.
"When have we ever been good people?" King Qinguang smiled. "Zhang Linchuan was able to stir up storms in Wei back then. With you and me joining forces, what can't we do?"
King Biancheng had been to Wei before, when he had pursued Zhang Linchuan.
He ought to have some understanding of Wei's defensive forces.
But back then, he had entered Wei by land from the southern border.
This time, however, they were to enter Wei by water from the northern border.
Hearing this, he felt rather helpless. "The place Zhang Linchuan ravaged back then was Evening Mulberry Town in Strategy City, Xinlan Prefecture. Anyii City, where you intend to make trouble, is the capital of Great Wei!"
So much time had passed, and Zhang Linchuan had died so thoroughly. Yet King Biancheng still remembered so clearly the places where he had once roamed the world and whipped up tempests. It showed just how deep his hatred had been at the time.
King Qinguang said, "But he massacred a town. We're only killing one person. It may not provoke much of a reaction."
Assassination, after all, was not a head-on confrontation. It was not two sides standing in an arena, each giving their all and fighting to the death.
The point was to strike once and leave at once; to see the deed done without a trace.
Even if your Wei is a divine ox ten thousand fathoms tall, if I secretly pluck a single hair and depart, could that possibly shake the whole nation?