Chapter 1635: Imperial Minister and War Saint! (1/2)

Translated by: Hypersheep325

Edited by: Michyrr

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In the dim and sinister prison, a whip lashed the body of one of the Tibetan assassins. The immense power and sting of the whip immediately tore through the furs the Tibetan was wearing and left a long and bloody wound on his body.

”Talk! Who put you up to this?”

Zhang Que stared at the tied-up Tibetan assassin, his eyes streaked with blood and burning with rage.

”Kekeke, keep hitting! Even if you beat me to death, I won't talk. This is revenge for our Great Minister. Have you finally tasted a little pain now?”

The assassin's hair was disheveled and his body was covered in wounds, but his eyes remained cold and sharp, like those of a wolf.

The lashes of the whip only made him more ferocious and defiant, as if the whip was striking someone else.

”Hmph, what revenge? You were just a lackey for someone else. Without someone working with you, how would you know where Master would appear? And don't you know? My master never took part in the Battle of Talas. He has nothing to do with Dalun Ruozan's death. Even if you kill him, you've avenged nothing… just a bunch of pitiful ants being used by another!” Zhang Que coldly said.

Buzz!

The Tibetan assassin's face instantly froze.

”Hmph! No matter what you say, I'm willing to do anything as long as I can strike a blow against you,” the Tibetan assassin said, but his expression and tone were clearly not as harsh.

”Hmph, still being stubborn! Come, attend upon him well! Remember, don't let him die!”

Zhang Que coldly snorted. Passing the whip to a spy team member, he turned around and left. At that moment, there was a deep sense of grief in his eyes.

”Ah!”

Screams began to rise from the cell. No mercy was shown to one's enemies.

In the main hall of the King of Foreign Lands Residence, Wang Chong, Xu Keyi, Su Shixuan, and Chen Bin were waiting for Zhang Que.

”Your Highness, you were right. Someone really was helping them. Those Tibetans were being used!”

Zhang Que bowed, his eyes dim.

Although the captured Tibetan assassin hadn't directly said it, his reaction had revealed everything. They had clearly believed that they had been avenging Dalun Ruozan in this operation.

”I understand. Thank you for your service. I understand what's going on,” Wang Chong indifferently said. As he raised his head, countless thoughts rushed through his mind.

Although he hadn't gotten the name of the true culprit from the Tibetan assassin, there was no need for Wang Chong to ask such questions. The number of people in the capital who had the means and the motive for such an operation could be counted with one's fingers.

The First Prince! You again?

A cold light gleamed in Wang Chong's eyes.

There were three people with the motive for this in the capital: King Qi, Li Junxian, and the First Prince.

But King Qi had only known about Wang Chong, and all his operations had always been targeted at him. As for Old Eagle… King Qi was too proud to even consider him.

As for Li Junxian, although the two of them got along like fire and water, the Confucian Sect was also too proud to lower themselves to such a level.

This meant that there was only one person left with the proper motive. And if one considered what had happened in the Imperial Palace recently, the answer was obvious.

But Wang Chong had never imagined that he would collude with Ü-Tsang.

”No matter who the true culprit is, Ü-Tsang is undoubtedly connected, and the only one who could order these people to mobilize has to be a member of Ü-Tsang's upper echelons. Zhang Que, write a letter for me recounting this entire incident to Ü-Tsang Imperial Minister Dalon Trinling. Tell him that this king is awaiting his reply.”

Wang Chong's face was a sheet of ice as he spoke.

Dalon Trinling!

Wang Chong had long known of this name. When it came to reputation, status, and ability, this man was far above the deceased Dalun Ruozan.

Dalun Ruozan was only the Great Minister of the Ngari Royal Lineage, but Dalon Trinling was the true helmsman of that empire. This man had made his reputation almost entirely on several major victories in his early years against the Great Tang. Even when Crown Prince's Junior Guardian Wang Zhongsi was at his zenith, he was still apprehensive of the Imperial Minister within Ü-Tsang's royal capital.

In the militarist-Confucian conflict, the surrounding countries and Confucian Sect had conspired together, and all their negotiations and peace talks had gone abnormally smoothly.

Wang Chong had long ago sensed that there was someone pushing these events from behind the scenes. There had to be someone in the foreign countries who was helping the Confucians rise and control the situation. And even though he had no evidence, Wang Chong was sure that this person was the Ü-Tsang Imperial Minister, Dalon Trinling.

If someone claimed that this man knew nothing about this assassination and had played no role, Wang Chong would never believe it!

Whoosh!