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

Xi Yu felt a warm current in his heart after hearing Liu Xie's words, but he still had some concerns. He frowned and said, "Your Majesty, we need to think carefully before sending troops. We can't act rashly. There are many aspects involved, such as the deployment of food and fodder, troops, the terrain of the Kushan Kingdom, and their troop deployment. We all need to consider these factors."

Liu Xie's face suddenly turned gloomy. He gritted his teeth, his eyes flashing with anger, and shouted: "If the assassin only came for me, I could ignore it. But he offended the Prime Minister. How can I swallow this? I will not let this matter go!"

Xi Yu's heart moved when he listened to Liu Xie's words. He looked at Liu Xie's excited expression and secretly understood that Liu Xie was trying to win him over.

He frowned slightly, staring at the ground with deep eyes. After a moment of silence, he slowly said, "Your Majesty, I need to think about this matter again. Even if we don't start a war for the time being, we can't just let this matter go so easily."

Liu Xie sighed helplessly, waved his hand and said, "Since the Prime Minister insists on doing this, I can't say anything more."

Xi Yu nodded slightly, turned to Qin Feng beside him and ordered: "Qin Feng, you will be responsible for the aftermath."

Afterwards, he bowed respectfully to Liu Xie and said, "Your Majesty, it is time for me to take my leave."

Qin Feng stepped forward and suggested, "Prime Minister, why not put Song Guangshan in jail first."

Xi Yu looked deep in his eyes, and after thinking for a moment, he nodded and said, "Just do as you say."

Xi Yu turned around and tried to leave. Liu Xie saw him and tried to stop him, his face full of reluctance: "Prime Minister, please stay a little longer."

However, Xi Yu had made up his mind. He bowed slightly and said, "Your Majesty, I still have many things to deal with. I will take my leave first."

After saying that, he strode away, leaving Liu Xie standing there, looking at his departing back, with complex emotions in his eyes.

Afterwards, Qin Feng respectfully bowed to Liu Xie and turned to leave.

Xi Yu traveled all the way and finally returned to the Prime Minister's Mansion.

At this time, Xi Shi was walking slowly in the yard, her eyes a little wandering.

Suddenly, she saw Xi Yu appear in the mansion, and her face instantly lit up with excitement.

She walked over quickly, her eyes full of concern, and asked anxiously, "Husband, where have you been? I was so worried."

Xi Yu looked at Xi Shi's worried look, and a warm feeling welled up in his heart. He smiled and said, "Don't worry, it's just that His Majesty has some things to deal with, and I just dealt with them."

Xi Yu's gaze fell on Xi Shi, and suddenly as if he remembered something, his brows slightly frowned, and then relaxed.

With an apologetic smile on his face, he looked at Xi Shi tenderly and said, "I suddenly remembered that I was supposed to sleep with you that day, but I stayed with Your Majesty. I will definitely make it up to you, so why not start from now on."

As he spoke, a sly smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. He opened his arms and hugged Xishi tightly in his arms.

Xi Shi was startled by this sudden action, her eyes opened wide and her cheeks were instantly flushed.

Her heart was beating like a deer, and she felt shy and frightened.

As she struggled, she pounded Xiyu's chest with her hands and whispered, "Oh, put me down quickly. It's broad daylight, it would be embarrassing if someone saw us."

She looked around in panic, afraid that others would see this embarrassing scene.

Xi Yu didn't care. He looked at the shy Xi Shi in his arms, his eyes full of love and doting. He laughed and said, "What are you afraid of? This is in our Prime Minister's Mansion. No one dares to say anything."

After saying that, he strode towards the room holding Xi Shi in his arms.

Xi Yu carried Xi Shi into the room and placed her on the soft bed.

He sat down on the edge of the bed, his eyes never leaving Xi Shi's beautiful face.

Xi Shi turned her face away slightly, trying to avoid Xi Yu's burning gaze.

Xi Yu reached out his hand and gently turned her face back.

Tian Da Kui, the farmer sent by Liu Bei, carried a tattered bag with patches on top of patches on his back and wore dusty straw sandals. He set out on the long journey to Youzhou with a confused and nervous look on his face.

He was originally a simple and honest farmer who worked in the fields all his life and could not read a single word.

He was totally unsure of what to do when entrusted with the important task of delivering the letter. He kept muttering along the way: "Can I complete this difficult task? What if I can't deliver it?"

The sun was scorching and sweat soaked his coarse clothes, but he didn't dare to stop for a moment.

After many hardships, we finally arrived at the border crossing of Youzhou.

At this time, Tian Da Kui was already panting and looking exhausted, with beads of sweat the size of beans rolling down his dark cheeks.

He hurriedly handed the letter to the soldier, and said in a trembling and stammering voice: "Soldier, a man named Liu Bei asked me to deliver a letter. Please take a look."

When several soldiers heard the name "Liu Bei", the muscles on their faces tensed instantly and their eyes became sharp and vigilant.

One of the soldiers frowned, stepped forward, stared at Tian Dagui closely, and asked seriously: "You mean Liu Bei? What kind of person is he?"

Tian Dagui was shocked by the soldiers' reaction, but he answered honestly: "He sells straw sandals in our village. But he is very nice and takes good care of us poor people."

The soldiers exchanged glances with each other, and were all confused in their hearts.

Several soldiers gathered together and whispered. One of them lowered his voice and said, "I think this should be the Liu Bei from Fang County. I have heard people talk about him before."

Another soldier nodded slightly and agreed, "Yes, it should be correct."

They turned to Tian Da Kui, waved, and said, "Put the letter down."

Tian Da Kui was a little confused, but he quickly put it down.

The soldiers looked at Tian Da Kui's back and their eyes fell on the letter again.

When they saw the words "Written personally by the Prime Minister" on the letter, they became more certain of their judgment.

A soldier frowned and said solemnly, "It seems that it is really Liu Bei. He sent a letter to the Prime Minister. His intention is not simple."

Another soldier stroked his chin and said thoughtfully: "Yes, is he trying to find a way out in this chaotic world? Or does he have other plans?"

Their hearts were full of doubts, and they were secretly guessing Liu Bei's purpose. At the same time, they were also thinking about what kind of impact this letter would bring to the current situation.

After the soldiers looked at each other for a few seconds, one of them waved to Tian Dagui and said, "You can go back. We will be responsible for forwarding the letter."

When Tian Dagui heard this, a smile immediately broke out on his face, and that smile was full of simplicity. He scratched his head and thought to himself: "Finally, this matter is done. It would be great if I could go back earlier."

He nodded repeatedly, saying, "Then I'll go. Thank you, soldiers."

Tian Da Kui turned around, humming an unknown tune, and left briskly.

His eyes were shining and full of relief, as if he had accomplished something great.

In his opinion, he had just run an errand for Liu Bei and could now return to the village and continue his peaceful life.

The soldiers looked at Tian Da Kui's receding back, still thinking about Liu Bei in their hearts.

A fast horse galloped to the Prime Minister's Mansion. The soldier on the horse looked anxious and held a letter tightly in his hand.

When Xi Yu heard that the letter was from Liu Bei, a hint of surprise flashed across his originally calm eyes.

He hurriedly took the letter and opened it solemnly.

Xi Yu held the letter, his brows furrowed, his eyes revealing deep concern.

He couldn't help thinking, "So Liu Bei is in such a place. The world is so unfair to him."

He repeatedly read the content in the letter about Liu Bei being charged protection money, his face became gloomy, and anger surged in his heart. He paced back and forth in the room, saying indignantly as he walked: "In this chaotic world, selling straw sandals is already a difficult way to make a living, and those villains actually charge protection money. It's really abominable!"

Xi Yu's eyes became sharp, as if he saw Liu Bei struggling in that predicament. He clenched his fists and secretly made up his mind: "I will not sit idly by and watch such an injustice. Liu Bei must have ambition and talent to write to me, so I need to help him."

He called the secret guards and ordered them seriously: "Hurry up and find out the details of the person who collects protection money. Also, send someone to where Liu Bei is to secretly protect him." The men took the order and left. Xi Yu sat back at the desk, looking at the letter, and had already started planning how to help Liu Bei get out of his predicament.

Xi Yu thought, Liu Bei, those things in the past were really annoying.

But then he thought that Liu Bei had become an ordinary person, and his disgust faded a little.

Liu Bei was half lying on a simple wooden chair. Although his injuries had healed a little, they still made him move a little slowly.

He frowned slightly and looked ahead with a somewhat distracted gaze.

He was filled with anxiety and muttered to himself, "I don't know if Tian Dagui can deliver the letter successfully."

His fingers tapped the armrest unconsciously, and various possible scenarios kept appearing in his mind. "Even if the letter is delivered, Xi Yu has a deep prejudice against me. Will he be willing to take care of my business?"

He sighed softly, with a bitter smile on his face, "In my current situation, I can only pin my hopes on him, but this hope is really slim."

At this moment, there was a sound of footsteps outside the door. Liu Bei's eyes lit up instantly. He struggled to get up, hoping that Tian Da Kui had returned with good news.

The shabby door was gently pushed open, and several villagers filed in. Liu Bei's expectant look dimmed a little, but he still managed a smile.

The villagers gathered around him and asked with concern: "Mr. Liu, are you feeling better?"

Liu Bei's eyes instantly turned red, tears welled up in his eyes, he choked and said: "I am just an outsider, drifting here, but I can receive such care from you fellow villagers. I, Liu Bei, really have no way to repay you."

As he spoke, he pretended to kneel down, his knees already slightly bent.

Seeing this, several villagers rushed forward to support him. One of the older villagers said, "Mr. Liu, please don't be like this. We all know that you are a good person. Now that you are injured, it is our duty to care about you."

Liu Bei wiped his tears with his sleeves and said with gratitude: "I, Liu Bei, will remember this friendship in my heart. If I have the chance in the future, I will repay you with gratitude."

His heart was filled with emotion. Being able to feel such warmth in this foreign land made him temporarily forget his worries about whether Xi Yu would help him.

Liu Bei was helped by the villagers to sit back in his chair. He looked at everyone with gratitude and thanked them repeatedly.

After the villagers left, Liu Bei fell into deep thought again.

He leaned back in his chair, stroking the armrests gently, thinking to himself, "There is still warmth in this world, but I am afraid that my current predicament will be difficult to resolve without Xi Yu's help."

He closed his eyes slightly, and Xi Yu's stern face kept appearing in his mind. "Although Xi Yu had some dislike for me before, now that I'm down and out, maybe he will think of me a little? Never mind, now I can only wait and see if Tian Da Kui can bring back good news."

Just when Liu Bei was lost in thought, a burst of hurried footsteps was finally heard outside the door. Liu Bei suddenly opened his eyes, stared at the door nervously, and prayed silently in his heart that it was Tian Da Kui who came back.

The door was pushed open, and it was indeed Tian Da Kui. He was panting and his face was flushed.

Liu Bei hurriedly asked, "Da Kui, has the letter been delivered?"

Tian Da Kui panted slightly, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and said, "Mr. Liu, I have successfully delivered the letter."

A complicated look flashed across Liu Bei's eyes, but he still said gratefully: "Da Kui, thank you for your hard work. It's really hard for you to travel all the way. You should go home and rest soon, and I will make plans for the rest."

Tian Da Kui waved his hand and said, "Mr. Liu, you are too polite. I also hope that your problem can be solved smoothly. Then I will go back first, please take care of yourself."

After saying that, Tian Da Kui turned around and left the house.

Liu Bei looked at Tian Da Kui's departing back and sighed slightly.

Liu Bei paced back and forth in the room with a frown on his face.

He knew very well that it would be difficult for a small figure like Tian Da Kui to meet Xi Yu directly.

He sat down at the table, supporting his forehead with his hand, and thought to himself: "If Xi Yu really read the letter, given his prejudice against me, he might just throw the letter aside and ignore it. But if he still has a trace of compassion,..." Liu Bei shook his head, his eyes full of confusion.

He thought of his current situation again and whispered to himself, "I'm living under someone else's roof now. If Xi Yu is unwilling to help, what should I do? Am I really going to be bullied in this foreign land?" Liu Bei's face showed a look of pain and his hands unconsciously clenched into fists.

On the other side, the Song family residence was filled with a depressing atmosphere. The servants were whispering in the corridor, looking terrified.

"It's been a day or two, why hasn't the master come back yet?" A servant frowned, his eyes full of worry, and muttered softly.

Another servant looked around and said in a low voice, "I think the master of the family has been imprisoned. The assassin's incident has caused such a big fuss, it must be related to the master of the family."

"Don't talk nonsense!" An old servant said with his eyes wide open, but his heart was in a mess. "But this matter... Well, it's not impossible."

In the inner hall of the Song family, Mrs. Song paced back and forth, twisting her handkerchief in her hands, her face pale.

She thought to herself: Master, what happened to you? How did this assassination involve you? There must be no mistakes.

She bit her lip, tears glistening in her eyes, and asked anxiously to the housekeeper beside her: "Housekeeper, is there still no news from the master?"

The housekeeper lowered his head, beads of sweat appearing on his forehead. He said in panic, "Madam, not yet. But the news has spread widely outside, and people in many places around know that the head of the family has been implicated."

When Mrs. Song heard this, despair appeared in her eyes. She slumped down in the chair and murmured, "What should I do..."

Mrs. Song paced anxiously in the inner hall, her eyes were bloodshot and full of anxiety and uneasiness.

She grabbed the butler's arm and said in a trembling voice, "Butler, you must find a way to find out the whereabouts of the master. Go and come back quickly."

The butler looked solemn. He bowed slightly and replied in a firm tone: "Don't worry, ma'am. I'll go out and find out right away." With that, he turned around and quickly left the Song family.

This hour seemed as long as a century for Mrs. Song.

She sat on the chair, clutching her clothes tightly on her chest with both hands. "Master, please don't get hurt. This family can't live without you."

Her face was as pale as paper, and her lips were bitten with deep teeth marks.

Finally, the butler came back.

He was panting, and beads of sweat on his forehead rolled down his cheeks.

Mrs. Song seemed to have grasped a life-saving straw. She stood up suddenly, staring at the housekeeper, and asked anxiously, "Housekeeper, have you found out? Where is the master?"

The housekeeper frowned and said in pain, "Madam, I found out. The master...he was locked up in prison."

Mrs. Song's body shook violently, her eyes widened, her face full of disbelief.

How could this happen? How could the master be locked up in prison?

She felt dizzy, her vision went dark, and she almost fainted.

The maid next to her was quick to support her.

Mrs. Song leaned on the maid.

The housekeeper looked at the shaky Madam Song, his face full of anxiety and worry. He hurriedly said to the maid next to him: "Hurry, help Madam to rest, Madam is so angry that she has a heart attack."

The maid also looked panicked. She hurriedly held Madam Song's arm and said softly but anxiously, "Madam, don't worry too much. Go and rest for a while."

Mrs. Song's eyes were blank, and she was still mumbling, "Master, Master..."

Her body was limp and she allowed the maid to support her.

The housekeeper frowned as he watched Madam Song being helped away by the maid, thinking to himself that he had to quickly go and call a doctor.

As he walked out quickly, he told the other servants, "Take good care of the lady. I will go get the doctor now."

He looked nervous and walked hurriedly.

When they arrived at the doctor's clinic, beads of sweat oozed from the housekeeper's forehead. He grabbed the doctor's arm and said anxiously, "Doctor, come with me quickly. My wife is in a state of anxiety and the situation is not good." (End of this chapter)