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

He Xi also said: "Yes, Brother Liu, we have to go."

Seeing this, Liu Bei knew that he could not keep them, so he could only sigh, eyes full of gratitude, and said: "Well, since you insist on leaving, you must thank the Prime Minister on my behalf. If it were not for the Prime Minister's token, today's matter would not have been resolved so smoothly."

He Dong patted his chest and said, "Brother Liu, rest assured. We will convey your message. If you have any difficulties in the future, you can go to the Prime Minister again."

After saying that, the two brothers clasped their fists in salute, then turned and left.

Liu Bei stood there, looking at their receding backs, his heart filled with emotion.

Zhao Yun rode a tall horse and led a team of elite soldiers to the Kushan border.

His face was stern and his eyes shone with a sharp light, which was the majesty honed by years of experience in the battlefield.

However, his mind was filled with thoughts: The safety of the Prime Minister was of utmost importance, and he must get to the bottom of this assassination this time. If there was any obstruction, he would show no mercy.

The local soldiers at the border quickly lined up with weapons in hand to block their way.

A leading soldier frowned and shouted, "Stop! Who are you? How dare you break into the Kushan border!"

Zhao Yun pulled the reins, and the horse neighed. He looked down at the soldier, his voice as loud as a bell: "I am the great Han Zhao Yun! Chachatu sent people to assassinate my prime minister. We must enter Kushan to investigate this matter. Get out of the way quickly, otherwise don't blame us for being ruthless."

The soldier was shocked, but still managed to hold on and said, "We can't let you in without orders from above. This is our duty."

Zhao Yun narrowed his eyes slightly, revealing a hint of danger. He thought to himself: It seems that these people are not willing to accept my toast and will drink the punishment instead.

But he said coldly: "I have tried to persuade you kindly. If you insist on stopping me, then I will have no choice but to kill you. I, Zhao Yun, always keep my word!"

After saying that, he clenched the spear in his hand, and the tip of the spear flashed coldly in the sunlight. The soldiers behind him also took alert, and the atmosphere instantly became tense.

When the soldiers on the border heard Zhao Yun's threat, they were a little afraid, but they still had no intention of backing down.

The leading soldier gritted his teeth and shouted, "We won't let you pass easily. Everyone, attack!"

Anger burned in Zhao Yun's eyes, and he thought to himself: These guys are asking for their own death.

He shook his spear and rushed into the enemy camp first like a dragon emerging from the sea.

He had a solemn expression on his face, his eyes fixed on the enemy in front of him, and he was waving the spear in his hand tightly.

A soldier raised his knife and slashed at Zhao Yun. Zhao Yun dodged to the side, looked at him with contempt, and thought to himself: What a clumsy move.

Then he stabbed fiercely, and the spear went straight through the soldier's chest. The soldier's eyes widened, his face full of disbelief, blood spurted out of his mouth, and he fell to the ground and died.

Zhao Yun's soldiers also engaged in a battle with the Kushan border soldiers, with shouts of killing from both sides deafening.

Some of the Kushan border soldiers shouted in fear: "This man is too powerful, we are no match for him at all."

While killing the enemies, Zhao Yun shouted loudly: "You still have time to move aside now, otherwise you will die." But his men kept moving, and every swing of the spear took a life.

The Kushan soldiers gradually began to retreat, their eyes filled with fear. The leading soldier had cold sweat on his forehead and regretted in his heart: I should not have stopped them earlier.

But there is no way back now, and we can only continue to fight.

After a fierce battle, many wounded Kushan soldiers were lying on the battlefield.

The remaining soldiers were terrified. They looked at each other, their eyes full of hesitation and struggle.

One of the soldiers turned pale and said with trembling lips: “We…we better give way. If this goes on we will all die.”

The other soldier was breathing heavily, sweat dripping from his forehead. He sighed helplessly and nodded.

They slowly stepped aside and made way.

Zhao Yun pulled the reins of his horse and looked down at the soldiers. A sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth, and there was disdain on his cold face.

He thought to himself: Humph, if you don’t accept my toast, you’ll have to drink the forfeit wine. Now you’re afraid.

He said loudly: "Wouldn't it have been better if you did this earlier? You won't stop until you get hurt and bleed."

The soldiers lowered their heads, not daring to look Zhao Yun in the eye. One of them stammered, "We...we are just following orders, please forgive us, sir."

Zhao Yun glanced at them sharply and said loudly: "We are only here to investigate the case and have no intention of getting entangled with you. But if anyone tries to stop us again, this will be the outcome!"

He swung his spear and pointed it at the corpse on the ground, blood still dripping from the tip of the spear.

Then, he kicked his horse and led his soldiers into the Kushan territory in a mighty manner.

Chachatu was laughing and drinking with his concubines, his face filled with drunkenness and satisfaction.

When he heard the soldier's report, his blurry eyes widened instantly, and the wine glass in his hand fell to the ground with a "bang", spilling the wine all over the floor.

His heart was filled with turbulent waves, and he thought in horror: How could this be possible? How could soldiers from the Central Plains suddenly appear here? Could it be that my assassination was discovered? His face turned pale, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

He stood up in panic and shouted at the soldier: "What did you say? Say it again!"

The soldier said tremblingly: "Your Majesty, there is indeed a Central Plains army heading towards the palace."

Chachatu paced back and forth in the hall, looking panicked, muttering to himself: "What should I do? What should I do?"

The concubines nearby were also terrified. One of them pulled Chachatu's clothes and said tremblingly, "Your Majesty, what should we do?"

Chachatu shook off the concubine's hand and said through gritted teeth: "Quick, gather all the guards and prepare for battle! I don't believe they can easily break into the palace."

The soldiers lined up at the gate of the palace. The leading general looked arrogant. He glared at Zhao Yun and the others and shouted, "Who are you? How dare you trespass into the palace!"

Zhao Yun was riding on a horse, his posture as straight as a pine tree. He raised his chin slightly, his eyes cold and sharp, as if they could penetrate people's hearts.

He was secretly angry in his heart: This Chachatu is indeed a guilty thief, he even dared to send troops to stop us.

He responded loudly: "I am Zhao Yun of Shu Han! Chachatu sent someone to assassinate my Prime Minister of the Central Plains. We came here to question him and make him come out and be punished!"

After hearing this, the general felt a little afraid, but he still maintained his composure and showed a look of disdain on his face, but he was thinking in his heart: This Zhao Yun is a ruthless character, he can't be allowed to succeed easily.

He said: "Humph, there is no evidence, please stop slandering His Majesty."

Zhao Yun's eyes widened with anger, and the spear in his hand trembled, making a buzzing sound. He said sternly: "We have been tracking them all the way, and the evidence is irrefutable. If you try to stop us again, don't blame me for being ruthless."

His eyes revealed his determination to kill, the iron-blooded spirit of a veteran on the battlefield.

At the general's command, the Kushan soldiers rushed up like a tide.

Zhao Yun's face was stern, but he had no fear in his heart. He squeezed his legs against the horse's belly and galloped forward like a tiger rushing into a flock of sheep.

Zhao Yun wielded his spear, the tip of which flashed coldly in the sun. His eyes were like torches, and every move was made with the determination to kill.

A Kushan soldier came at him with a big knife in hand. Zhao Yun dodged to the side, a look of contempt appeared on his face, and he thought to himself: He dares to come and die with such skills.

He turned his wrist, and the spear stabbed out like a snake, directly piercing the soldier's throat.

The soldier's eyes opened wide, a gurgling sound came from his throat, and he fell to the ground, dead.

The Kushan soldiers were shocked by Zhao Yun's bravery, but they had no choice but to continue the attack.

Zhao Yun rushed left and right in the crowd, his face splattered with blood, looking like a god of war walking out of hell.

Zhao Yun's soldiers also engaged in a fierce battle with the Kushan soldiers. They all bravely took the lead, shouting and killing loudly.

A big Han soldier was besieged by several Kushan soldiers. His face was red and his clothes were soaked with sweat, but he was not afraid at all.

He shouted: We are here for the Prime Minister and we must not retreat.

He gritted his teeth and fought hard against the enemy's attack. Zhao Yun saw this and rode to rescue him.

He swept his spear across, forcing the Kushan soldiers to retreat. He shouted to the soldier: "Don't be afraid, follow me and kill!"

The soldier looked at Zhao Yun with gratitude, cheered himself up, and continued to follow Zhao Yun to kill the enemy.

The battle became more and more intense, and the number of corpses on the ground increased. The morale of the Kushan soldiers gradually declined, and they began to retreat step by step.

When the general saw this situation, he was shocked. He gritted his teeth and decided to go into battle himself.

He rushed towards Zhao Yun with a long sword in hand.

When Zhao Yun saw him, a sneer appeared on his lips, and he thought to himself: Finally, someone decent has arrived.

He shook his spear and rushed forward.

Zhao Yun stood with a spear in his hand, his battle robe fluttering in the wind. His face was splattered with the blood of his enemies, and his stern face showed a hint of disdain.

He looked at the fallen Kushan soldiers and sneered, "Humph, with this little fighting power, you still dare to come out to fight. You are really vulnerable."

The subordinates beside him also looked proud, and one of them echoed loudly: "General, their level is simply a waste of our time."

Zhao Yun's eyes were like torches, and he shouted towards the palace: "Chachatu, you coward, why don't you get out here and die, or else don't blame me for being rude!"

At this time, a Kushan soldier who was lucky enough not to be injured crawled up from the ground trembling. His face was full of horror and his eyes were panic. He was extremely scared, fearing that Zhao Yun would kill him if he was unhappy.

He stammered, "You...you wait a moment, I...I'll go in and report."

Zhao Yun looked at him with contempt, and stabbed the ground with his spear, making a dull "dong" sound. He shouted, "Go quickly, don't let me lose my patience."

The soldier nodded repeatedly, turned around and ran towards the palace, muttering to himself as he ran: This man is so scary, I hope Your Majesty can find a way to deal with him.

The soldier ran up to Chachatu, panting. His face was pale and his body was still trembling slightly.

He lowered his head, not daring to look directly into Chachatu's eyes, and said in a trembling voice: "Your Majesty, something terrible has happened. A Central Plains troop has arrived. They said... that you sent someone to murder the Prime Minister of the Central Plains, and they are here to question you."

When Chachatu heard this, his face instantly turned gloomy, his eyes narrowed into slits, revealing a dangerous aura. He gritted his teeth and cursed in his heart: These damn Central Plains people, they came so quickly.

He asked viciously: "Then why didn't you stop them?"

The soldier lowered his head even more, beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, and he said in a tearful voice: "Your Majesty, that army is very powerful, we are no match for them at all. We...we tried our best, but we still failed."

Chachatu angrily kicked over the table next to him, and the wine glasses and fruits on the table rolled all over the floor.

He roared, "Useless, all of you are a bunch of useless! What's the point of me raising you?"

The soldier continued tremblingly, "Your Majesty, those Central Plains soldiers are shouting outside, asking you to leave immediately, otherwise they will charge into the palace."

After hearing this, Chachatu's face turned red, his eyes were full of anger. He suddenly raised his foot and kicked the soldier hard, cursing: "Damn you, you only know how to say such depressing words."

The soldier was kicked to the ground, but he didn't dare to complain. He just lay there trembling.

Chachatu paced back and forth in the hall, feeling extremely anxious.

He gritted his teeth and thought to himself: If I go out, it will be very dangerous, but if I don't go out, and they really break into the palace, I will find it difficult to resist.

His face was gloomy and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. On one hand, he was afraid of death, and on the other hand, he was unwilling to lose his dignity.

Chachatu paced back and forth in the hall, his heart was in turmoil. He knew that this matter would not end well, but escaping was not a solution. After thinking it over again and again, he gritted his teeth and decided to go out and face it.

When he appeared at the gate of the palace, he tried to straighten his back, raised his chin slightly, and tried his best to make himself look full of momentum. But there was a trace of barely perceptible panic in the depths of his eyes.

Zhao Yun stood in place, his spear pointed at the ground. His eyes were cold, staring at Chachatu like a sharp sword.

Seeing Chachatu appear, Zhao Yun asked coldly, "Are you Chachatu?"

Chachatu forced a smile on his face, but it was a stiff and forced one. In his heart he secretly told himself to stay calm.

He said, "Haha, it's me. Dear guests who have come from afar, you have worked hard on the journey."

But when he spoke, his voice trembled slightly. His heart was in turmoil and he kept thinking about how to deal with the situation and how to escape from Zhao Yun.

Zhao Yun raised his chin slightly, his eyes sharp as an eagle. He turned the spear in his hand and said in a sonorous and powerful voice: "I am Zhao Yun of the Han Dynasty. I came here today only to assassinate my prime minister."

There was a flash of panic in Chachatu's eyes, but he immediately smiled, bowed slightly and said, "General Zhao, this is really unfair."

He spread his hands with an innocent look, but he was thinking quickly in his mind about how to make Zhao Yun believe what he said.

He went on to say: "I have great respect for the Prime Minister of Zhongyuan. I have always admired the Prime Minister's intelligence and strategy. How could I do such a treasonous thing?"

Zhao Yun frowned and stared at Chachatu, trying to find any flaws in his expression.

He said sternly, "Don't try to flatter me here."

Chachatu's face changed slightly, but he quickly regained his composure. He touched his chest and swore, "General Zhao, there must be a misunderstanding. Someone must have deliberately framed me and wanted to stir up a dispute between me and the Central Plains. I swear to heaven that I have never done such a bad thing."

His expression looked extremely sincere, but in his heart he was secretly praying that Zhao Yun would believe his false words.

Zhao Yun listened to Chachatu's explanation, and the sneer on his face became even more intense. He narrowed his eyes slightly, revealing a piercing coldness, and thought to himself: This Chachatu really won't cry until he sees the coffin.

Zhao Yun shook his spear, pointed it at Chachatu, and shouted, "Stop talking nonsense here! Do you still want to deny it? If you don't admit it, I will kill you right here today!"

His voice was as loud as a bell, echoing in front of the palace, carrying unquestionable majesty.

His heart was filled with rage. He was heartbroken by the assassination of Prime Minister Xiang, and now facing this possible mastermind, he was ready to kill him.

The veins on the hand that was holding the spear were bulging with strength, as if it was about to thrust the spear out in the next second.

Chachatu was horrified when he saw Zhao Yun's resolute look.

Beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, his eyes darted around in panic, and he stammered, "General Zhao, I was really wronged. You can't just kill me like this."

The sneer on Zhao Yun's face was like frost in winter, and his eyes were burning with flames of anger.

He thought to himself: If Chachatu doesn't accept my toast and has to drink the forfeit wine, don't blame me for being heartless.

He waved his spear and shouted loudly: "Soldiers, surround this Chachatu!"

The big Han soldiers acted quickly and surrounded Chachatu.

At this time, the Kushan soldiers heard the noise and ran over.

Zhao Yun looked at them with a look of contempt and disdain. He laughed loudly, "What? You, the defeated general just now, dare to come over now? Do you want to taste the taste of defeat again?"

The Kushan soldiers looked at each other and hesitated in their steps.

They looked at Zhao Yun's majestic appearance and were filled with fear.

One of the Kushan soldiers gritted his teeth and said bravely: "Don't go too far, this is our palace!"

Zhao Yun laughed loudly towards the sky, and his laughter was full of arrogance.

He said, "Too much? When your king sent someone to assassinate my prime minister, did he ever think that it was too much? If this matter is not resolved today, I will definitely wash this place with blood!"

His words hit everyone's heart like a heavy hammer, and his resolute aura made everyone know that he was not joking.

Chachatu looked at the scene in front of him and his face turned pale.

His heart was filled with despair. He knew Zhao Yun was serious and he was in a desperate situation. (End of this chapter)