The crowd entered in single file, led by a man in his fifties, whose face was sinister, his hands clasped behind his back. He surveyed the surroundings and finally fixed his gaze on the four people of Changsun Ming, letting out a cold laugh.
"I had long suspected that there was something unusual about the Qian Country diplomatic mission, and it turns out I was right!"
This man was none other than the current king of Wusun Country, Little Kunmi.
Despite the fact that Changsun Ming and his three companions had disguised themselves and arrived masked, their every move was well within Little Kunmi's control.
More and more imperial guards flooded into the grand hall, each exuding a murderous aura, encircling the place tightly, leaving no gaps.
"Qin Dalu!"
At this moment, a hoarse voice came from the innermost cell: "The former king treated you well, trusting you to become the prime minister of a nation, to assist the new ruler."
