The frail counselor you said, you fight against three heroes alone?

Qin Feng's eyes were as sharp as an eagle's. He stared at Song Guangshan closely, and his gaze seemed to be able to penetrate a person's soul.

He frowned slightly and said in a cold tone: "Song Guangshan, I will give you one last chance. If you still don't confess, the punishment you will receive will be even more severe."

Song Guangshan's face was full of fear and grievance. His body was trembling slightly, but he still said stubbornly: "I didn't do anything. You can't wrongly accuse me."

Qin Feng's mouth curled up in a cold arc, and he snorted in his heart: "Still talking tough, it seems that I have to use some ruthless means to stop it."

He stood up slowly, clenched his fists, and his joints made a crackling sound. Then he approached Song Guangshan step by step and said in a low voice: "Then don't blame me for being rude."

As he said that, he began to torture Song Guangshan. Song Guangshan screamed in pain, his eyes widened, full of despair and hatred.

A few days ago, the sun shone on a village with green mountains and lush trees, and Liu Bei walked slowly in, leading his horse.

He glanced around, looking at the empty houses, and thought to himself, "It's quiet and peaceful here, it's a good place to settle down."

At this time, a villager came hurriedly, his face full of worry. He said anxiously: "These houses cannot be lived in. The people in them are gone. Some people say that this place may be haunted. It is very unlucky."

Liu Bei raised his head slightly, his eyes were firm and indifferent, he stroked his beard and laughed heartily: "Hahaha, I have experienced countless storms in my life, I don't care about such nonsense. What about ghosts? I have a clear conscience, I don't think it dares to provoke me."

After saying that, he strode towards one of the vacant houses, his back full of determination and fearlessness.

The villagers stood there in a daze, looking at Liu Bei's back, muttering in their hearts: "This man is really brave, I hope nothing will happen to him."

The moment Liu Bei stepped into the house, he looked around the environment with sharp eyes, thinking silently in his heart: "No matter what, this is my new beginning."

Liu Bei learned that the name of this village was Qingshan Village. If he wanted to gain a foothold here, he must establish good relations with the villagers.

With a kind smile on his face, he walked towards a villager carrying a hoe, bowed slightly and said, "My fellow villager, I am a newcomer and will be living in Qingshan Village from now on."

The villager looked Liu Bei up and down, somewhat puzzled.

Liu Bei continued, "I used to sell straw sandals. My craftsmanship is pretty good. I will definitely provide you with some good straw sandals in the future."

The villagers then smiled and said, "That's great. Our village is in need of someone who can make straw sandals."

Liu Bei thanked them repeatedly. After the villagers left, he sighed slightly, with a hint of regret in his eyes. He thought to himself, "If Yunchang was by my side, it would be great. With his help, selling straw sandals would be much smoother, and life in Qingshan Village would be much better."

He looked into the distance, as if he could see Guan Yu's tall figure and his loyal face, with a look of longing on his face, and murmured, "Yun Chang, I wonder where you are now."

Liu Bei's life in the village gradually became stable, and he worked diligently to weave straw sandals every day.

In that simple house, he sat on a small stool, his expression focused, his hands skillfully weaving the straw rope, thinking to himself: "I must make these straw sandals exquisite, so that I can win a good reputation among the villagers."

One day, Liu Bei came to the village market carrying a pair of freshly made straw sandals. He was all smiles and shouted, "Straw sandals for sale! Sturdy and comfortable sandals!"

At this time, several villagers gathered around. One of them picked up the straw sandals, looked at them from left to right, and said hesitantly, "These sandals look OK, but I don't know if they are durable enough."

Liu Bei looked sincere, patted his chest and said: "Don't worry, the straw sandals I make are made of the toughest grass, and the quality is absolutely guaranteed. If they break after a short time of wearing, you can come to me."

Just when the deal was about to be concluded, there was a sudden noise from the crowd.

Liu Bei was puzzled and looked up, only to see a few thug-like men walking towards him.

He frowned and thought to himself, "Are they here to cause trouble?"

The thugs walked up to the stall, and the leader, a man with a face full of flesh, said with disdain: "Oh, this new guy is quite good at doing business, but if you do business in Qingshan Village, you have to pay protection fees."

Liu Bei's eyes instantly turned cold, but he still suppressed his anger, took a deep breath and said, "Everyone, I'm a newcomer and don't have much capital. I hope you can help me."

The thug laughed and said, "Convenient? No, you can't open your stall if you don't pay."

Liu Bei clenched his fists tightly, his heart burning with anger, thinking: "If Guan Yu were here, these villains would not dare to be so presumptuous. But now I can't retreat."

He straightened his back and looked at the thug with firm eyes. A conflict seemed to be about to break out.

Liu Bei was lying in his simple house, his body covered with wounds. His face was pale, his brows were furrowed, and every breath he took was accompanied by piercing pain.

He gritted his teeth, feeling unwilling: "I, Liu Bei, have suffered such humiliation in this small village."

Several villagers came together and looked at Liu Bei's appearance with an expression of pity.

One of the older villagers sighed and said, "Brother Liu, those guys have been bullying the village for a long time. We can't afford to offend them. I think you should pay the protection fee to avoid suffering again."

Liu Bei struggled to stand up, his eyes stubborn and determined, he said in a weak but powerful voice: "Even if I die, I will not pay this unreasonable protection fee."

After saying that, he started coughing violently.

After taking a break, Liu Bei looked at the villagers with a questioning look in his eyes: "Do you know where those people came from? Why are they so arrogant in this village?"

Another villager whispered, "They are rogues from the neighboring village, and they are also in collusion with some bandits in the mountains. We ordinary villagers dare not provoke them, so we can only swallow our anger."

After hearing this, Liu Bei's eyes burned with anger. He clenched his fists and swore in his heart: "I will not let these villains continue to do evil."

But at this moment, the pain in his body made him lie down weakly again, with a painful expression on his face.

Liu Bei lay on the couch, staring at the dilapidated roof and smiling bitterly in his heart.

These villagers were simple and ignorant. Even if he told them his real name, they had no idea what kind of person he was.

He slowly clenched his fists and an idea came to his mind, which was to write a letter to tell Xi Yu about the situation here.

He recalled his past with Xiyu, and those scenes, some tender and some tangled, flashed through his mind one by one.

Although he felt somewhat uneasy, after all, some things that happened in the past made him feel that he might have let Xiyu down, but he still firmly believed in Xiyu's sense of justice.

He struggled to sit up, every movement was painful, but his eyes were extremely determined.

Liu Bei found paper and pen, his hands trembling slightly, and a thousand thoughts in his mind.

Liu Bei raised his head slightly and looked at the villagers who were around him. A grateful smile appeared on his face. He said in a weak but sincere voice: "Thank you for your concern, fellow villagers. But I just want to be alone now. I hope you can go back first."

The villagers looked at each other, nodded, and then left Liu Bei's house one after another.

After the villagers left, the room became quiet.

Liu Bei sighed softly, adjusted his aching body, and made himself sit more comfortably on the couch. His eyes fell on the desk in front of him, where paper and pen were placed.

After Liu Bei finished writing the letter, he folded the letter paper carefully and put it aside.

However, just after putting down the pen, he suddenly slapped his head and realized a key problem: who should he find to deliver the letter?
The next morning, sunlight shone into the house through the cracks in the window. Liu Bei endured the pain in his body, walked to the door and called a villager.

The villager walked into the house and looked at Liu Bei somewhat stiffly.

Liu Bei smiled, carefully selected a pair of straw sandals he had just made, handed them to the villagers, and said, "This pair of shoes is for you. I have a favor to ask. I have a letter here, and I need you to help me deliver it to the border crossing in Youzhou. When you get there, just give the letter to the relevant person, and don't ask any more questions."

The villager looked at the straw sandals in his hand, and then looked at Liu Bei's sincere and expectant eyes, and felt a little touched. He nodded and agreed quickly: "Brother Liu, don't worry, I will definitely deliver the letter safely to the border crossing in Youzhou."

A look of relief appeared on Liu Bei's face, and he said gratefully: "Thank you very much, this matter is really of great importance." The villager carefully put away the letter, turned around and left the house to prepare to set off.

Liu Bei stood at the door, looking at the villagers' backs as they walked away, praying silently in his heart that the letter could be delivered smoothly and Xi Yu could receive his call for help.

In the quiet palace, Liu Xie and Xi Yu sat opposite each other, with black and white chess pieces arranged in an orderly manner on the chessboard. Liu Xie frowned slightly, his eyes moving back and forth between the chessboard and Xi Yu.

Xi Yu was calm and composed. After placing a move, he slowly said, "Your Majesty, don't worry. The secret guard Qin Feng is very capable. Even if Song Guangshan is stubborn, he will definitely tell the truth under Qin Feng's tactics."

Liu Xie sighed softly and played with a chess piece in his hand.

Xi Yu raised his head, his eyes deep and confident. He looked at Liu Xie and said in a steady tone: "Qin Feng is a thoughtful and loyal person. He knows the importance of this matter and will do his best. Your Majesty just needs to wait patiently. I believe good news will come soon."

After hearing Xi Yu's words, Liu Xie nodded, but the worry on his face did not completely disappear.

Qin Feng had a grim expression on his face. He looked at Song Guangshan, who was being tortured horribly, without a trace of pity in his eyes.

Qin Feng was holding a torture instrument in his hand, which was stained with Song Guangshan's blood.

He tortured Song Guangshan with force again, and Song Guangshan let out a painful wail, the sound echoing in the small space.

"I said, I'm willing to confess." Song Guangshan finally couldn't stand this inhuman torture and shouted weakly.

Qin Feng heard this, and a hint of impatience flashed in his eyes. He kicked Song Guangshan hard, knocking him to the ground with a dull sound.

Qin Feng frowned and shouted angrily: "Wouldn't it be better if you said so earlier? Why do you have to suffer so much? You asked for it."

Song Guangshan lay on the ground, his body shaking with pain.

His face was full of pain and regret, and he muttered, "I, I was wrong. I will confess now."

Qin Feng crossed his arms, looked down at Song Guangshan, and said coldly: "Hurry up and tell me, don't play any more tricks, otherwise you will be in trouble."

His heart was filled with contempt for Song Guangshan, but at the same time he was looking forward to the truth that Song Guangshan was about to reveal.

Liu Xie and Xi Yu sat on both sides of the chessboard, with black and white chess pieces crisscrossing on the board.

After Liu Xie made a move, he frowned slightly, with a trace of worry in his eyes. He looked up at Xi Yu and asked softly, "Do you think the secret guards would torture me to extract a confession during the interrogation?"

Xi Yu was staring at the chessboard. When he heard Liu Xie's words, his hands unconsciously stroked the edge of the chessboard.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, thought for a moment and then said, "This... is possible."

A look of reluctance appeared on Liu Xie's face, and he felt as if there was a stone pressing on his heart.

He whispered, "Torture is not the right way after all. It will cause innocent people to be wrongly accused."

Xi Yu sighed softly and said slowly: "Your Majesty, although I do not approve of this method, sometimes, it is not okay not to use force on some people. Some villains are very stubborn. It is difficult to make them tell the truth without using some tough methods."

There was helplessness in his tone, as if he was looking for a reasonable excuse for this helpless action.

After hearing this, Liu Xie held his chin with his hand and understood the real dilemma that Xi Yu was talking about.

He shook his head gently and continued to focus on the chessboard, but the confusion in his heart did not dissipate.

Song Guangshan slumped on the ground, his face covered in blood and pain.

His body kept shaking and his eyes were filled with fear and despair.

Qin Feng stood aside, staring at Song Guangshan sharply, and shouted loudly: "Tell me quickly, who ordered you to do this!"

Song Guangshan's throat rolled, and he swallowed hard. He said weakly, "It's... it's Chachatu from the Kushan Empire."

Qin Feng frowned, took a step forward, grabbed Song Guangshan by the collar, and forced him to continue.

Song Guangshan's heart was full of regret, and he wondered how he got involved in such a disaster.

He trembled and said, "Chachatu wrote to me to negotiate and gave me a large amount of currency. He asked me to find an assassin to kill the prime minister."

"Why? Why does he do this?" Qin Feng asked.

Song Guangshan's eyes flashed with resentment. He gritted his teeth and said, "Because Chachatu hated Prime Minister Xiyu, and when the Prime Minister refused to lend him troops, he wanted to kill him. He promised me so many benefits, and I... I was bewitched and agreed."

His heart was filled with self-condemnation at this moment, and he knew that he had committed an unforgivable sin.

After hearing this, Qin Feng was furious and he let go of Song Guangshan.

Song Guangshan lowered his head, waiting for the coming punishment, he knew that his fate could not be changed.

Qin Feng frowned, stared at Song Guangshan with a torch-like gaze, and asked sternly: "Then how did you establish contact with Chachatu?"

Song Guangshan leaned weakly against the corner, his face as pale as paper and his eyes full of pain and struggle.

He spoke with difficulty, his voice hoarse: "In my house... there is a maid who is a Kushan. It was through her that I established contact with Chachatu. At that time, I only thought about the generous reward, but I didn't expect to fall into such a situation."

Song Guangshan was filled with remorse at this moment. He cursed his greed in his heart and was also full of resentment towards the maid. He thought that if he had not accepted the maid and had not been blinded by the benefits, perhaps he would not have ended up in such a miserable situation.

Qin Feng was eager to report the news he had just received to Liu Xie and Xi Yu.

When he stepped into the room, Liu Xie and Xi Yu were immersed in the chess game.

Xi Yu heard footsteps, raised his head slightly, and saw Qin Feng's serious face.

Qin Feng walked quickly up to them and bowed deeply. His eyes were fixed on Xi Yu with a serious look in them.

He thought to himself: This news must be a big shock to the Prime Minister.

Xi Yu put down the chess piece in his hand and stood up. He frowned slightly and asked in a steady voice, "Qin Feng, is there a result?"

Qin Feng raised his head slightly.

"Reporting to the Prime Minister, there is a result."

Qin Feng took a deep breath and told Song Guangshan everything he had said. His voice was steady, and he repeated every detail clearly.

Xi Yu listened quietly, and as Qin Feng spoke, his face became more and more gloomy.

When I heard that the mastermind behind all this was actually Chachatu,
He never thought that the matter was related to Chachatu.

"Chachatu is such a bastard! I have no grudge against him, but he resorted to such despicable means."

Xi Yu clenched his fists tightly, and his joints turned white from the force.

Liu Xie frowned slightly, his eyes full of confusion and concern. He looked at Xi Yu and asked, "What is going on here?"

Xi Yu's face was still filled with anger. He took a deep breath, tried to calm himself down, and slowly said, "Your Majesty, the last time I went to the Kushan Empire, I dealt with this Chachatu..."

After listening to Xi Yu's story, Liu Xie narrowed his eyes slightly, gently stroking the jade pendant around his waist, thinking in his heart.

After a moment, a resolute look appeared on Liu Xie's face.

"I understand. This Chachatu of Kushan is really abominable. He dared to do such a thing to the Prime Minister. Why not send troops to attack Kushan and teach them a lesson? How can my Prime Minister be bullied like this? I will never let you suffer any loss."

Liu Xie's eyes were burning with anger. He seemed to have seen the Han army galloping across the land of Kushan, making Chachatu pay the price for his actions. (End of this chapter)