After entering Bingzhou City, the three found an inn and settled in.
During the day, they behaved like other traveling merchants, setting up stalls in the market, wandering the city to survey trade, and lingering in teahouses, taverns, and theaters.
In secret, they gathered information from every quarter and kept watch on the Liao Family. Half a month slipped by unnoticed.
Inside the inn.
"They're carrying out major construction in the Inner City of Bingzhou, building an imperial palace. Apparently, Liao Kuan is in charge," Yue Lang said quietly.
"What a treacherous bastard. No wonder he's never home," Luo Xiong said.
"Ever since the Liao Family threw in their lot with Liang Qian, they've been basking in his favor. Father and son spend more time apart than together while working for that rebel leader, so we have to choose our moment carefully," Zhao Feng said, sorting through the information they had gathered.
Yue Lang and Luo Xiong nodded. They had only one chance to strike and had to kill both men at the same time. Yet father and son were never together.
"There are only a dozen or so days until New Year's Eve. I refuse to believe they won't come home to celebrate together. If necessary, we'll strike that night. Stay calm, don't rush, and above all, don't leave the slightest trace," Zhao Feng said quietly.
Bingzhou City was Liang Qian's base. Although the main Rebel Army was fighting elsewhere, plenty of experts remained behind, so they had to be extremely careful.
After that, they continued mingling in the streets like other foreign merchants, constantly watching for news of the Liao Family.
Several nights later.
"Lord Zhao!" Luo Xiong entered the room and shut the door.
"I've got news! Both father and son are back."
"In three days, they're