Xia Song's words were so full of holes that Lin Feng hardly knew where to begin. From beginning to end, they reeked of conspiracy.
The smell was so strong.
Strong enough that there was no need to conceal it anymore.
To put it bluntly, Great Song's problem was not a shortage of fierce warriors. If they wanted to choose one to assassinate Li Yuanhao, Lin Feng would never have been their first choice.
When selecting men for the Imperial Guard, even setting strategy aside and judging martial skill alone, there were tests of horsemanship, archery, saber skills, Shi-lock lifting...
The men who made it into the Imperial Guard might not be good at fighting wars, but their martial skills were certainly not lacking.
Great Song could also find plenty of men with the Proper Appearance who could fight and kill.
The Northern Song was teeming with talent. There was absolutely no need to send a warrior in his fifties like Lin Youzhi to his death!
A fierce warrior?
Was he talking in his sleep?
A fierce warrior in his fifties? Did he think he was Lian Po or something?
Then there was the intelligence brought by spies in Western Xia: its senior officials had contacted Great Song's senior officials to forge a divine artifact for the ages, working together from within and without to assassinate Li Yuanhao.
Amid all the absurdity, there was a hint of reason.
Indeed, the Song Dynasty's civil and military officials were not the only people who wanted Li Yuanhao dead.
Within Western Xia, someone wanted Li Yuanhao dead even more than the people of Song did, because if Li Yuanhao did not die, he would.
Li Yuanhao's son, Ninglingge, lived in constant fear. By now, he had almost reached his breaking point.
His mother, the