"Seventy-eight people died..." Back in his own tent, Yin Kuang murmured, unsure of what he was feeling, as he adjusted the wick of the oil lamp before him to make it burn brighter.
It was worth mentioning that Yin Kuang's current identity was as Emperor Xian Liu Xie's personal guard, and he was even the commander in charge of those guards—the Feathered Forest Gentleman-General. Of course, Yin Kuang was currently nothing more than a commander without troops, and he was certain he would never hold any real authority in the future.
A Feathered Forest Gentleman-General was an official rank equivalent to two thousand shi, and this was the reward for rescuing the emperor—nothing but an empty title. The only benefit was that Yin Kuang had naturally left Gongsun Zan's command and moved into Yuan Shao's camp, where he had been given an independent military tent with rather complete furnishings.
Emperor Xian's grand tent was only fifty paces away from Yin Kuang's tent. It had originally been Yuan Shao's temporary headquarters, but it had now naturally become Emperor Xian's imperial tent.
In addition, Wang Yue, the Han Dynasty's foremost swordsman, had entered Emperor Xian's imperial tent that night as if it were unguarded. Yin Kuang had already met him once. Against someone at Wang Yue's level, Yin Kuang could not discern the depth of his strength. However, Wang Yue did not put on the airs of a senior master before Yin Kuang. When they met, they merely smiled and cupped their fists to one another.
Having heard Yin Kuang's murmur, Qian Qianqian had also learned the whole story. She sighed with emotion. "He really had the nerve to do it. Wasn't he afraid everyone would rise up against him? Could he really kill them all?" Tang Rouyu sighed. "There was no