Beyond His Control? Two Birds with One Arrow!

Yan Qinyu lay facedown, his forehead pressed against the cold stone tiles.

His lips trembled. After a moment's hesitation, he finally said, "I... I'll do it!"

"Good."

Diwu Chijin grinned, baring two rows of bone-white teeth.

He turned, walked back to the armchair, and sat down. Picking up the black porcelain bottle from the tea table, he spun it between his fingers and tossed it to Yan Qinyu.

Yan Qinyu hurriedly rose and caught it.

"Remember, invite him to a private banquet. Don't let a third person know."

Diwu Chijin said coldly, "As for how you disguise that brat's death afterward, that's up to you!"

"Yes..."

Yan Qinyu climbed to his feet, his knees still shaking.

He tucked the black porcelain bottle deep into his sleeve pocket and kept his head lowered, not daring to meet Diwu Chijin's eyes.

"Get out."

Yan Qinyu left the main hall and crossed the courtyard on unsteady feet.

Eunuch Nur came forward and started at the sight of his deathly pale face.

"Your Majesty, you..."

"Back to the palace."

Yan Qinyu's face was cold. Through clenched teeth, he uttered only those words.

"Yes!"

He climbed into the small sedan chair draped in blue cloth, and the curtain fell shut.

In the darkness of the sedan, the ruler of Great Yan Kingdom closed his eyes and rubbed the black porcelain bottle hidden in his sleeve. His fingers would not stop trembling.

Qin Yao, Qin Yao, don't blame me!

I, too... have no choice!

Meanwhile, on the Northern Frontier.

"Whoosh, whoosh~"

A northwesterly wind swept up sand and dust, lashing the column racing down the official road.

At its head rode Qin Yao, clad in black helmet and dark armor, astride the Flamefire Black Steed!

Behind him, the hooves of five hundred personal guards beat out