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

Zhao Yun turned around and said loudly to everyone: "Everyone, pay attention. The weather is bad today. It looks like there will be a rainstorm. For safety reasons, let's wait in the inn for the time being and set off after the weather improves."

When everyone heard Zhao Yun's order, they stopped packing their bags.

A soldier scratched his head and said, "General, shall we rest in this inn for a day?"

Zhao Yun nodded, glanced at everyone, and said, "That's right. Traveling in this bad weather will not only make the roads muddy and difficult, but also may encounter various dangers. We can't take risks with everyone's lives."

Chachatu, who was in the room, heard the conversation outside. He walked to the window and looked at the gloomy sky outside through the blurry window paper. He thought to himself, "This weather is really bad, but it's good. I can rest for one more day."

There was a hint of relief in his eyes, but also some complicated emotions.

At night, the rain stopped quietly and the air was filled with a fresh scent.

However, this peaceful atmosphere did not bring any peace to Chachatu.

Zhao Yun saw that it was getting late, so he suggested: "It's getting late today, let's continue our journey tomorrow."

Everyone nodded in agreement and began to prepare to set up camp and rest.

Chachatu lay in the simple tent but couldn't fall asleep.

His eyes were wide open as he stared at the top of the tent, various images constantly appearing in his mind.

He remembered Xiyu's cold eyes and cruel methods, and his heart was filled with fear. "Xiyu will definitely kill me." He muttered to himself, his voice trembling.

Fear was like an invisible hand, tightly gripping his heart. He seemed to see Xi Yu and a group of people walking towards him aggressively, with weapons flashing coldly in their hands. He couldn't help but shudder, and his body curled up involuntarily.

"No, I can't just sit there and wait for death." Chachatu thought secretly. He began to think about how to escape, but his mind was in a mess and he couldn't think of any clues at all.

He turned over irritably, and the uneasiness in his heart became stronger.

This long night was like an endless nightmare to Chachatu. He didn't know what was waiting for him tomorrow, but he knew that he had to find a way to survive.

Chachatu lay there, his body shaking slightly uncontrollably.

Those horrific images kept circling in his mind like demons, and could not be shaken off.

His face was as pale as paper and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

"It's so terrible. It's really so terrible." He repeated it over and over in his mind.

These images were like heavy shackles that severely disturbed him and made it almost impossible for him to breathe.

He felt as if he was in a dark abyss, with no glimmer of hope in sight.

Gradually, despair surged into his heart like a tide.

He felt that he had reached a dead end and could not survive any longer.

"Rather than falling into Xi Yu's hands and suffering the unimaginable consequences, it is better to end my life now." Once this terrible thought appeared, it grew wildly in his heart like weeds.

His eyes became empty and desperate, and he slowly sat up.

His hand trembled as he reached for the sword at his waist and gripped the hilt tightly.

His heart was filled with fear and helplessness, as if this was his only choice.

Chachatu finally hardened his heart, and on that night, Chachatu finally hardened his heart, and chose the path of suicide.

He clenched his teeth and bit his tongue hard. In an instant, severe pain came and blood gushed out of his mouth.

His body slowly fell down, his consciousness gradually became blurred, but he felt a sense of relief in his heart.

The next morning, the sun shone on the earth, but it could not dispel the heavy haze.

The soldier came running in panic, reporting anxiously: "General, it's bad! Chachatu... he's dead!"

When Zhao Yun heard this, his face changed suddenly and he immediately stood up and walked quickly into the room.

I saw Chachatu lying there quietly, his face pale and no longer breathing.

Zhao Yun's mood was very complicated, and a heavy feeling weighed on his heart like a huge rock. He frowned slightly, his eyes full of helplessness and self-blame.

"I haven't completed the task yet." He sighed secretly in his heart.

The soldier looked at Zhao Yun's sad expression and hurriedly said, "General, this is none of your business. It was Chachatu who wanted to commit suicide." Zhao Yun remained silent. He knew that what the soldier said was true, but the guilt in his heart was hard to dispel.

He stood there quietly, looking at Chachatu's body, his mind full of thoughts.

Zhao Yun sighed slightly, and then ordered the soldiers: "Although Chachatu is dead, we must continue on our way. Bring his body and let the Prime Minister take a look."

The soldiers immediately took action, solemnly preparing to set off with the body.

Just then, the shopkeeper came over with an angry face.

He put his hands on his hips and shouted, "You can't leave! It's unlucky for people to die here. You have to pay compensation!"

The shopkeeper's eyes were filled with anger and dissatisfaction, as if Zhao Yun and the others had committed an unforgivable sin.

Zhao Yun frowned, looked at the shopkeeper and said, "Shopkeeper, this is not what we want."

The shopkeeper refused to give in and shouted, "No! You have to pay the money now, or you can't leave!"

The soldiers were angry and wanted to step forward to argue, but were stopped by Zhao Yun.

Zhao Yun said calmly: "Boss, we have an urgent task to do and cannot stay here for too long. Don't worry, we will definitely give you a satisfactory answer."

The shopkeeper still refused to give in, blocking Zhao Yun and the others, shouting, "You can't just leave like this, you must pay compensation!" Zhao Yun's patience was exhausted, and a surge of anger surged in his heart. His face darkened, his eyes turned cold in an instant, and he suddenly reached out and grabbed the shopkeeper's neck.

Zhao Yun said coldly, "The person died here. I didn't cause any trouble to your inn. You dare to ask for money? Your inn didn't take good care of the person. Shouldn't you be responsible?"

His tone was full of majesty and anger, which made people shudder.

The shopkeeper was grabbed by the neck by Zhao Yun and was immediately terrified.

His face flushed red and his eyes were full of panic.

Looking at Zhao Yun's ferocious look and the serious expressions of the soldiers around him, he suddenly didn't dare to say anything more.

The shopkeeper was filled with regret: "I just wanted to get some money, but I didn't expect to offend this evil spirit. Now it seems that this method doesn't work."

His eyes revealed helplessness and fear, and his body began to tremble involuntarily.

Seeing that the shopkeeper stopped talking, Zhao Yun loosened his hand, glared at him fiercely, and said, "Humph, if you dare to stop me again, don't blame me for being rude."

After saying that, he led the soldiers, carrying Chachatu's body, and strode out of the inn.

The shopkeeper stood there, looking at their receding backs, sighed deeply, and felt helpless.

Zhao Yun and others rode non-stop and quickly arrived at the Prime Minister's Mansion in Youzhou.

Xi Yu was sitting in the mansion when he heard the servants report that Zhao Yun had returned.

His eyes lit up, and he immediately ordered, "Hurry and let Zhao Yun in."

After a while, Zhao Yun walked into the Prime Minister's Mansion, exhausted.

There was fatigue on his face, but his eyes were still determined.

When Zhao Yun saw Xi Yu, he immediately knelt on one knee and said respectfully, "I am here to see the Prime Minister."

Xi Yu quickly raised his hand and said, "No need to be polite. Tell me what happened and what happened in the Kushan Empire."

Zhao Yun stood up and began to tell the story with a serious expression.

His voice was steady and powerful as he recounted his experiences and encounters along the way.

"Prime Minister, I was ordered to go to the Kushan Empire and went through many hardships. It's a pity that Chachatu committed suicide on the way." Zhao Yun's tone was full of regret and helplessness.

Xi Yu frowned slightly and fell into deep thought.

A complex emotion flashed in his eyes, showing both surprise at the development of things and worry about the future situation.

After a moment, Xi Yu said slowly: "This is indeed beyond my expectation. But you have worked hard too."

Zhao Yun nodded slightly, then asked, "Prime Minister, what should we do about Chachatu's body?"

Xi Yu held his chin with his hand, lost in thought, and said after a moment: "Let the soldiers hang Chachatu's body on the tower, and then tell everyone what happened."

Zhao Yun took the order and left, quickly arranging for the soldiers to hang Chachatu's body on the city wall.

Soon, this action attracted the attention of many people at the gate of the city wall. People gathered around, whispering and discussing. Some people looked puzzled, not knowing what was going on; others looked nervous, as if they had a premonition that something big was going to happen.

On the tower, the soldiers looked solemn as they guarded Chachatu's body. They stood straight, staring firmly at the crowd below, waiting for further instructions.

The news spread quickly in every corner of the city, and people were speculating about the reasons behind this incident.

Zhao Yun stood on the city wall and narrated the relevant situation in a loud voice.

His words were clearly heard by everyone, allowing everyone to have a clear understanding of the ins and outs of the matter.

"It turns out that foreigners actually want to assassinate the prime minister. Damn it!" People talked angrily, their faces full of indignation.

Many people began to curse, their words full of condemnation of the assassin and defense of the prime minister.

"It's better that this foreign king is dead, otherwise he will definitely be punished by the prime minister." Someone said loudly.

Everyone nodded in agreement, their hearts filled with awe for the prime minister's majesty.

The atmosphere under the city wall was warm and exciting, and people's emotions were completely ignited.

Their loyalty and support for the prime minister were fully demonstrated at this moment.

As Zhao Yun looked at the reactions of the crowd, he felt a surge of emotion in his heart.

He knew that the prime minister's status in people's hearts was so high that no one could violate it.

At this time, the wind on the tower gently blew Zhao Yun's clothes, and he looked solemnly at the excited people below. In his heart, he secretly felt the prestige of the prime minister in the hearts of the people.

An old man in the crowd stroked his beard and said indignantly: "These foreigners dared to assassinate the prime minister. They are simply seeking death. The prime minister has worked hard for us people, but they repay kindness with hatred."

The young man next to him clenched his fist and echoed: "That's right, they are so hateful."

People were talking about it one after another, and accusations of foreign assassins were endless.

The body of Chachatu hanging on the city wall seemed to be silently telling the story of this thrilling assassination.

As Zhao Yun watched this scene, he became more determined to protect the prime minister.

He knew that only under the leadership of the prime minister could the people live a stable life.

Although the storm has subsided temporarily, he also understands that there is still a long way to go and they must always remain vigilant and guard against any possible threats.

Xi Yu was dressed in solemn attire and walked into Liu Xie's palace with a calm expression.

He bowed slightly and said respectfully, "Your Majesty, I have something important to report."

Liu Xie sat on the dragon throne, raised his eyes slightly, with a hint of curiosity in his expression.

"What's the matter?"

Xi Yu straightened his body and said slowly: "Your Majesty, a foreign assassin tried to kill me before, but the assassin, Chachatu, committed suicide while being escorted."

Liu Xie felt relieved when he heard this.

A look of relief appeared on his face, and he nodded slightly, saying, "It was his due. Since he committed suicide, then so be it."

Xi Yu bowed again and said, "If Your Majesty has nothing else to do, I will take my leave."

However, Liu Xie said again: "Wait a minute, you stay and play chess with me."

Xi Yu said respectfully: "I obey your order."

Liu Xie's eyes revealed a trace of loneliness. He sighed softly and said, "I am also very bored in this palace. You can play chess with me to relieve my boredom."

The two men sat down in front of the chessboard, with Liu Xie playing black first. He stared at the chessboard intently, as if he was thinking about some important decision.

Xi Yu did not dare to be negligent and focused on every move of Liu Xie.

On the chessboard, black and white chess pieces are intertwined, and the situation is complicated.

As night fell, the Prime Minister's Mansion was shrouded in silence. Xi Yu dragged his slightly tired body back to the mansion.

He was worried about Ouyang Linlin and went straight to her room.

When I opened the door, I saw several maids carefully serving Ouyang Linlin.

Xi Yu felt relieved when he saw this. He walked to Ouyang Linlin and said gently, "Linlin, you must rest assured and take care of your baby."

Ouyang Linlin raised her head slightly and looked at Xiyu, her eyes full of tenderness. She nodded gently and said, "I will."

However, Ouyang Linlin continued, "I heard from Xiaohong that the tower is very lively today."

Xi Yu frowned slightly. He didn't want Ouyang Linlin to worry about these things.

So, he said softly: "It's just some trivial matters, you don't have to take it to heart. Your first priority now is to take good care of the fetus and create a good environment for our child."

Ouyang Linlin heard the concern in Xi Yu's words. She smiled slightly and stopped asking questions.

Xiyu looked at Ouyang Linlin's peaceful face, and a warm feeling welled up in his heart. He secretly vowed to protect Ouyang Linlin and their unborn child.

Xi Yu came out of Ouyang Linlin's room and was about to walk towards his own room, but unexpectedly saw Xi Shi standing quietly at the door.

Xi Shi's face was a little pale, and her eyes were full of worry. She said softly: "Husband, I just found out today that someone wanted to assassinate you. Thinking of this incident, I feel scared."

Xi Yu looked at Xi Shi's worried expression and felt a little touched.

He walked to Xishi and comforted her gently: "Don't worry, there is no one in this world who can kill me yet."

Xi Shi raised her head slightly and looked at Xi Yu's resolute face, and the worries in her heart were slightly relieved.

But she couldn't help but say, "You must be careful. I don't want you to be in any danger."

Xi Yu gently held Xi Shi's hand and said, "Don't worry, I will protect myself and you." His eyes were full of tenderness and determination, which made Xi Shi feel extremely at ease.

At this moment, Xi Yu suddenly felt an impulse in his heart. He grinned evilly and picked up Xi Shi directly.

Xi Shi was startled by this sudden action. She kept shaking her body and said with a red face: "Husband, I am not the one who will serve you tonight. I'd better let you go to find Madam Cai."

Xi Yu refused to let go. He moved closer to Xi Shi and whispered in her ear, "No, I want you."

Xi Shi's heartbeat suddenly quickened. She was nervous and shy, not knowing what to do.

But she knew in her heart that she could not go against the Prime Minister's wishes, so she bit her lips lightly and stopped struggling.

Xi Yu held Xi Shi in his arms and strode towards the room.

His eyes were full of desire and possessiveness, as if Xi Shi was his exclusive baby.

Xi Shi snuggled tightly in Xi Yu's arms, her heart full of conflict and anxiety.

Xi Shi looked at Xi Yu's burning gaze and became more and more determined that she could not serve him at this moment.

She took a deep breath and mustered up her courage again and said, "Prime Minister, I really can't serve you. Because if I serve you tonight, you won't be able to report to Madam Cai. I don't want to cause any sisterly conflicts." Her eyes were filled with sincerity and worry, and her cheeks were slightly red.

After hearing what Xi Shi said, Xi Yu was slightly stunned and began to think in his heart.

He had to admit that what Xi Shi said made sense. If he exhausted all his energy with Xi Shi, he would not be able to explain to Mrs. Cai.

Thinking of this, he sighed softly.

Xi Yu slowly let go of the hand that was holding Xi Shi, held her hand, and said with admiration in his eyes: "You are really sensible."

Xi Shi lowered her head slightly and breathed a sigh of relief.

She knew that her persistence was correct, as it not only avoided possible conflicts but also maintained harmony in the Prime Minister's Mansion.

Xi Yu looked at Xi Shi's well-behaved appearance and felt a warm feeling in his heart.

He secretly decided that he must cherish the women around him more in the future and let them live a stable and happy life in the Prime Minister's Mansion.

Xi Shi bowed slightly and then slowly stepped back.

Her figure gradually disappeared at the end of the corridor, leaving behind a faint fragrance.

Xi Yu looked at the direction where Xi Shi left and was distracted for a moment.

He felt that the women in the yard were not jealous of each other, which was a good thing.

Afterwards, he straightened his clothes and walked towards Mrs. Cai's room. (End of this chapter)