Prime Minister Feng dusted himself off and headed into an empty house. This was a place he specifically used for private discussions. When he entered, there were already people waiting inside.
"I wonder what the prime minister wants to talk to us about?" Several generals were sitting together. When they saw Prime Minister Feng enter, they stood up and asked.
"I've received a message from our master. He wants us to meet him at the dilapidated temple outside the capital tomorrow morning. There's something important to discuss," Prime Minister Feng said directly. Although he was the prime minister of the Qin Dynasty, they had long since defected to the King of the Grasslands. So his position was just a formality to them and completely useless.
Sometimes, as the prime minister, his words carried less weight than those of these generals.
"Our master actually wants to meet us?" one person said in surprise.
"Didn't the master say that we should avoid meeting unless necessary to prevent others from finding out?" A general frowned. He felt that there was something wrong with the message brought by Prime Minister Feng, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it.
"This is the master's decision. I have no say in it," Prime Minister Feng interrupted their speculation. "If you don't want to go tomorrow, I'll go alone." Anyway, he wouldn't be blamed if anything went wrong.
The others thought for a while and exchanged glances. "Prime Minister Feng, it's settled then. Please apologize to the master for us after you see him tomorrow. We have other things to attend to, so we'll take our leave now."
They pushed each other and left. They didn't think the meeting the next night would be a good thing, so they decided to wait for the next opportunity to meet the master. There was no rush this time.
Prime Minister Feng watched them leave and flicked his sleeves. "Fine, don't go. I'll go alone tomorrow."
The next night, Prime Minister Feng went to the meeting alone. He was quite cautious and wrapped himself up tightly, leaving only his eyes exposed.
"It's almost midnight. Why hasn't the master come yet?" Suddenly, Prime Minister Feng remembered what those people had said the previous night and felt that there was something wrong with this meeting.
Prime Minister Feng looked at the sky outside. He decided to leave as soon as midnight passed. He paced back and forth on the spot, and his premonition of danger grew stronger. Just as he couldn't wait any longer and was about to leave, the door of the dilapidated temple opened, and a burly man, also wrapped tightly, walked in.
"May I ask who you are?" Prime Minister Feng asked tentatively. Judging from the figure, it should be the master, but when had the master ever been so cautious?
"You scoundrel! Don't you even recognize your own master?"
Hearing the familiar tone and voice, Prime Minister Feng's heart that had been raised finally settled. He must have been overthinking. This was really the master.
"Where are the others?" The "King of the Grasslands" looked around but didn't see anyone else. Why was there only Prime Minister Feng?
"Reporting to the master, they couldn't come," Prime Minister Feng didn't hesitate at all. He immediately started to complain to the "King of the Grasslands" and added some extra details.
"Couldn't come because of something? Hmph! Do they want me to invite them personally? Since they don't want to come, they don't need to come in the future," the "King of the Grasslands" said angrily.
Prime Minister Feng could clearly feel the anger emanating from the "King of the Grasslands." His body began to tremble involuntarily. The master's aura was just too strong.
"Please calm down, master. I will never betray you," Prime Minister Feng quickly knelt down to show his loyalty. He was afraid that the "King of the Grasslands" would be unhappy and kill him. After all, the "King of the Grasslands" was well - known for his bad temper and cruel methods.
"Humph! I hope so. Since they don't want to come, they are no longer my people. Write down all their names. I'll settle the score with them after I unify the country," the "King of the Grasslands" said sinisterly.
Once he got that list, Prime Minister Feng and his group were doomed.
"Yes, I'll write it down right away," Prime Minister Feng quickly set up the writing brush, ink, paper, and inkstone on the table beside him and started writing. Fortunately, he had prepared everything when he came. Otherwise, where could he get the list of names for the master?
The "King of the Grasslands" looked at Prime Minister Feng who was writing vigorously and asked, "How many years have you been following me?"
"Reporting to the master, it's been three years," Prime Minister Feng thought for a while and said. He used to be a minor official, but since he started following the King of the Grasslands, his official career had been on the rise. In these three years, he had quickly climbed to the position second only to the emperor.
"I believe you will never betray me. Otherwise, your fate..." The "King of the Grasslands" didn't say anything more, but the thick pillar behind him suddenly collapsed.
Prime Minister Feng watched the pillar and cold sweat kept pouring down his forehead. "Mas... master, please rest assured. I will never have second thoughts," Prime Minister Feng said as he wiped the sweat off his head.
"Since you're the only one here today, it's of no use. I'll contact you when I have something to do." It was impossible to arrest them with only one person. It would be a waste of effort. He'd better wait.
"Yes, master. Take care," Prime Minister Feng saw the "King of the Grasslands" off and then collapsed on the ground, gasping for breath. Sure enough, the master was still the master, still so intimidating.
"I wonder when I can be like the master," a flash of envy passed through Prime Minister Feng's eyes but quickly disappeared. He rested on the ground for a while, then got up and left.
After Prime Minister Feng left, several people appeared at the place where he had just been sitting.
"Zhanzhi, what should we do now?" Yuan Yuhan hadn't expected that those people wouldn't come. He had hoped to catch them all at once, but now it seemed impossible.
"It doesn't matter. We already have the list," Jing Xunchao looked at the list of names in his hand and clenched it tightly. These traitors!
"You're really good, kid," Yuan Yuhan patted Jian Yi on the shoulder. He really hadn't expected that Jian Yi could imitate the King of the Grasslands so well. He looked just like the real one.
"It's still Princess Tianlin's disguise technique that's amazing," Otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to deceive Prime Minister Feng so easily.
"I seem to remember that Prime Minister Feng has a daughter who is in a brothel," Jing Xunchao suddenly remembered Prime Minister Feng's daughter and his eyes flashed.
"That's right. What about it?" Yuan Yuhan also remembered this person. She was the one who had offended A Ru.