Whatever Murong Zhan thought or however he saw things, facts were facts. This time, he and Hu Xiaotian had traveled together as envoys of Great Kang. Hu Xiaotian's words, spoken with an ulterior motive, had had some effect after all, and Murong Zhan had learned many things he had never known before.
More and more information reached Hu Xiaotian's ears. Every sign indicated that the Western Sichuan Army was far more stable internally than he had expected. Li Tianheng's death had not had much impact on the army. Even now, Hu Xiaotian did not believe Li Honghan was capable of controlling the situation in Western Sichuan. If it was not him, there had to be another force behind him. Although Huo Ge had helped investigate, they had still found no news of the Prince of Zhou. As for Li Wuyou, she had been observing mourning for her father all this time.
Though Hu Xiaotian had not met Li Wuyou, he could already conclude that the Li Wuyou mourning her father was the paralyzed girl he had met last time. She was definitely not Xi Yan.
After weighing the matter, Hu Xiaotian decided to appear openly. The custom of not killing envoys even when two countries were at war was one reason. Moreover, given Western Sichuan's present circumstances, Li Honghan should not dare act rashly. If he offended both Great Kang and Hu Xiaotian at once, the Western Sichuan regime would face destruction.
The atmosphere inside the Commander-in-Chief Residence was somber, and everyone there wore mourning clothes. Hu Xiaotian and Murong Zhan arrived at the Marshal's Residence with four accompanying warriors. They had already sent their visiting cards, and the residence had made preparations well in advance. The street outside was under lockdown, with fully armed soldiers lining both sides, a