The assassin was caught, and the torches around the imperial tent were lit one by one. The left and right protectorate generals rushed over for fear that the Wang Ye had met with a mishap. Then, they saw the Wang Ye, who should have been sleeping in the imperial tent, leisurely walk out of the tent of the military advisor.
Right protectorate general: "..."
Left protectorate general: "..."
The right protectorate general laughed dryly. "The military advisor truly has divine strategies and wonderful planning!"
Left protectorate general: "En."
Jing Shao wasn't the slightest bit embarrassed to have been caught. He walked over to look at the person who was trussed up. The man was wearing the clothes of a menial laborer in the camp. Jing Shao looked closely at the dagger that the guys handed over, and saw that it was exactly the same as the knives they had found on the mounted archers. He said with a sneer, "Is the Southeast King so impatient to secede that he's trying to do things like this now?"
Hearing these words, the man suddenly looked up, extremely surprised that Jing Shao had already guessed his identity. The mounted archers belonged to the Southwest King. The imperial household shouldn't have any knowledge of them, which was why they had dared to attack the camp so blatantly.
"I'll hand this matter to you. Before dawn, Benwang wants to know everything." Throwing the dagger to the left protectorate general, Jing Shao picked up the struggling little tiger in the right protectorate general's arms and went back inside the imperial tent to sleep, as if nothing had happened.
"Little Left, why do you think Wang Ye was sleeping in the military advisor's tent?" The right protectorate general wasn't able to snap out of it for a while. It had just been some ambiguous actions in the day. At night... he hurriedly shook his head. Wang Ye must have been discussing the military situation with the military advisor. When the right protectorate general discussed things until very late with Little Left, they would also sleep together... But why did he feel like it was very strange... But Wang Ye was so calm, it was definitely nothing...
The left protectorate general glanced at him and said, "Take the assassin to the army prison."
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Early the next morning, Jing Shao got up early to go to the center tent and listen to the results of the all-night interrogation.
As expected, the assassin wasn't a real assassin, but rather, a mounted archer who had attacked the camp during the day. Because he fell off his horse, he took advantage of the chaos to hide in the tents of the menial laborers. The Southeast King had given them a death order: If they couldn't kill the Cheng Wang Jing Shao, they couldn't go back alive.
Jing Shao frowned and looked at the man lying on the ground, who was breathing his last. "Then why did you want to kill Benwang's military advisor?"
"We also... didn't know... what Cheng Wang... looked like... We just saw that person... His clothes were different... He also stood... stood... in front of the center tent... We thought he was..."
That man had stood in front of the center tent, confronting the surprise cavalry attack without a change in expression, his bearing distinct and noble. Without knowing that he basically didn't know any martial arts, who wouldn't think that he was Cheng Wang?
Looking back on the situation then, they were just too unlucky. If they had come an hour earlier, they could have forced the Cheng Wang to remain in the camp. How could they have recognized the wrong person? When the captain found out that the man wasn't Cheng Wang, he ordered them to disperse and search for him. As a result, they were separated and annihilated one by one.
