Chapter 101 Unlucky Jia Xu (1/2)

Chapter 101 – Unlucky Jia Xu

May 18th, Xinan County. Dong Zhuo Camp.

After Dong Zhuo and Liu Ping had a talk, Dong Zhuo troops returned back to their camp while Liu Ping remained in front of Hangu Pass to wait for the answer to his proposal.

The first thing Dong Zhuo had in mind was Jia Xu and the baby prince, he was hesitating if he should get rid of Liu Ping and enthrone this baby prince as the Emperor as planned, or should he accept Liu Ping's deal.

Both solutions were tempting. He could not decide by himself.

”Wenyou, what should I choose?” Dong Zhuo asked his adviser, Li Ru.

”Both options have pros and cons. If we proceed with the original plan, the good thing is we won't have to be anyone's underling. But we will be targeted by all warlords in the land.

However, if we picked the other option, we'll be Liu Ping's lapdogs. But we can claim ourselves as a righteous army by helping him kill the eunuchs in the court. Then no lord can openly provoke us while we take control of the Capital.”

”If you were me, which choice will you choose?”

”It will be the latter choice, my lord.”

”But we will have to serve that brat. What's your reason?”

”It's simple, my lord. Once you become the prime minister, you will own all armies and all generals who serve Liu Ping as well. You will only need to bow down to one person. Since you didn't plan to take the throne yourself anyway, why don't you pretend to be a loyal minister while you do your things behind the scenes?”

Dong Zhuo grinned and chuckled at Li Ru's suggestion.

'He's right. I'll just pretend that I'm a loyal dog while I run the country myself. If one day you want to double-cross me, I'll just have to fake another righteous cause to snatch the throne.'

”Alright, Wenyou. We'll go with your suggestion. Go and drag Jia Xu and the prince here. We'll give their heads as tributes to our new boss.”

”Yes, my lord.”

Li Ru bowed and left for the tent of their prisoners. Finally, it was the time to say goodbye to the two.

…

Within the logistic and supply camp, there was a large colorful tent which was usually reserved for an important guest. However, it was used for housing two people inside.

Inside the tent, a rough looking man with a tinge of several white hairs sat on a chair and faced inside while he showed his back to the entrance of the tent.

In his arm, there was a bundle of clothes which wrapped around into an oval shape which was commonly used for warming a baby. The man was holding the cloth bundles as if he was holding a baby inside the tent.

Despite the peace and tranquility of the environment, the man was sweating profusely, and a trail of blood leaked out from the corner of his mouth.

Li Ru walked inside the tent with two of his soldiers. He wanted to talk to this person one last time since Jia Xu was an intelligent scholar.

He felt pity that he had to kill such a talented person. But for his lord's sake, he had no choice.

”Senior Jia, I've come for the prince. Can you hand him over?”

Li Ru spoke as he gazed at the back of the man inside the tent. However, the man did not answer. He simply sat on the same spot while his torso and his arms were shaking.

Li Ru's frown deepened. It was rude to ignore someone without looking back.

He signaled his two soldiers to surround the man on both sides. Li Ru wanted to intimidate Jia Xu and get his attention.

As ordered, the two soldiers walked to the sides of the assumed person. After they saw the face of the man, they were shocked by the sight.

The man was bleeding from his six orifices. Blood was dripping out from both of his ears, eyes, nose, and his mouth. Yet, he was still alive. Secondly, the man was not Jia Xu, but he was one of the guards who was dressed up to make him look similar to Jia Xu.

In addition, the baby prince, that should be in his arms, was nothing but a small log that was wrapped around with clothes.

Both Jia Xu and the prince were not here!

Seeing the unusual expression from his soldiers, Li Ru walked up to the disguised man, and he saw the horror on the face of the poor man.

”This … this is a delayed poison! What has happened, soldier!? Talk!”