Not far behind them.
The chubby little emperor's eyes were swollen red from crying.
He cried so hard that no one could stop him.
The moment he heard that the Black Cat Martial Artist had privately met with Duke of the State Zeng Anmin, he sensed that something was wrong.
He immediately rushed to the Duke of the State's Mansion, only to find the Duke of the State's corpse...
His eyes reddened on the spot, and he raised his sword to kill the Black Cat Martial Artist and avenge the Duke of the State.
At that moment, his eyes blazed with a lion's killing intent.
Clearly, his desire to kill the Black Cat Martial Artist had been utterly genuine.
But...
He was no match for the Black Cat Martial Artist.
After Zeng Anmin subdued him, he patiently talked him around.
At this point, Zeng Anmin could only be sent to carry out the assassination.
Zeng Anmin rode south with the envoy delegation.
"Traitor."
Along the way, he heard the soldiers in the delegation casting cold looks at him more than once.
"Disgusting."
"Bastard."
"At worst, we die begging for it."
"Exactly. Only filthy scum like him could come up with a plan that surrenders our rights and humiliates our nation."
"Hmph!"
"..."
Those voices hardly ceased throughout the journey.
Zeng Anmin merely smiled faintly when he heard them.
He paid them no mind.
His eyes held only a burning desire to assassinate the Empress.
Before long, they arrived at the southern battlefield.
Yet after reaching the battlefield,
Zeng Anmin did not immediately seek out the Empress.
Instead, he led the envoys to find someone.
That person was the Empress's son, Gu Huaizhong.
Gu Huaizhong was not very old.
When he saw Zeng Anmin, his manner was exceedingly arrogant.
"Why