The thick granite rocks settled in the deep and straight corridor in front of Xiao Bingxian. The towering black stone pillars on both sides blocked all vision from the front. This was the starting point to enter the Crescent Country. For thousands of years, the end of this corridor was the first stop for anyone who entered the Crescent Country, the welcoming hall of the Crescent Country.
In the past twenty years, Xiao Bingxian had walked through this corridor many times. Although he couldn't say that he was familiar with it, at least he was familiar with it. However, this corridor didn't feel familiar at this moment. Instead, it was more like a rope hanging in the air. Under his feet was a bottomless abyss.
Even though he didn't have to endure the invasion of the wind and snow here, and he didn't have to worry about assassins chasing after him, the welcoming hall in front of him made Xiao Bingxian even more afraid. This was because the owner of the welcoming hall was the master of the Shuli Pavilion of the Crescent Country, the man known as the number one wise man in the mountains, Wu Chijin.
The Crescent Country had always been a country that stood aloof from worldly affairs. There was no large and complicated civil and military system here. Under the country's ruler, there were only three pavilion masters, namely, the Heaven Raising Pavilion, the Plentiful Pavilion, and the Shu Li Pavilion. The Heaven Raising Pavilion was in charge of military defense and was in charge of the country's public order and national security. The Plentiful Pavilion was in charge of clothing, food, housing, transportation, education, public works, and other livelihood affairs. The Shu Li Pavilion was in charge of all matters other than the Heaven Raising Pavilion and the Plentiful Pavilion.
Therefore, all etiquette, law, diplomacy, finance and taxation, household administration, official administration and other big and small affairs are managed by the Shuli Pavilion alone. Therefore, the jurisdiction of the Shuli Pavilion Master is complicated and vast, and has always been entrusted by extraordinary people, and Wuchijin is the most intelligent person of the Shuli Pavilion Master.
If Xiao Bing was asked about the most difficult part of this trip, he would point to the corridor leading to the reception hall without hesitation. All the careful planning and calculations were to safely pass through the reception hall and Wu Chijin, who was guarding the reception hall.
Xiao Bingxian knew that his little ability could not hide from that man's fiery eyes, especially now that he was carrying a huge conspiracy that he could not control on his own. Every small link in it was enough to cause a huge wave that could destroy the mountains and countries. Xiao Bingxian knew that his eyes could not hide such a complicated scheme, and his shoulders could not withstand such a deep conspiracy. He even imagined that before he stepped into the Crescent Country's gate, Wu Chijin had already seen through his intentions from a thousand miles away. At this moment, he was calmly waiting for him and the fake prince to fall into the trap.
However, Xiao Bingxian's fate was to continue charging forward. First, there was no turning back. No matter whether the real Prince Baiyu was dead or alive, the White Family might have been destroyed. Even if he could protect the young master, he would still be in exile.
General Manager Mo was right. Even if he wasn't the one carrying out this mission today, someone else would be. If that was the case, he would be one of the hundreds of innocent souls in the Seven Color Nation's diplomatic mission. He wouldn't even have the right to be nervous and afraid.
Secondly, the safety of his family members was in the hands of General Manager Mo. From the moment General Manager Mo came to him, he was destined to not be able to refuse General Manager Mo's request. Once he refused, he and his family members would definitely not live until the next day. General Manager Mo would not let an outsider who knew the truth live in this world, even if he didn't know what General Manager Mo wanted to do.
Therefore, Xiao Bing had no other choice but to grit his teeth and continue to be a good chess piece. He didn't know how big General Manager Mo's scheme was, nor did he know what kind of huge waves would be stirred up in the countries of the mountains. He only knew that General Manager Mo could easily wipe out the royal family of the Seven Color Country and turn a child of unknown origin into the crown prince of a country. Such a mysterious force was using his family's lives to press against his neck, forcing him to treat Wu Chijin as an enemy.
Since there was no way out, he could only force his way through. To be more precise, he had to conquer Wu Chijin on this trip. Only by completely conquering Wu Chijin would he have a one in ten thousand chance of success.
First, he had to make Wu Chijin believe in his identity. At this moment, the delegation of the Seven Color Nation had been wiped out, leaving only the " Prince Baiyu ", who had never shown his face in the countries of the mountains, and himself, who was the commander of the guards. If Wu Chijin didn't believe his identity, he naturally wouldn't believe the identity of " Prince Baiyu ".
How could he make Wu Chijin believe him? Xiao Bing had waited for You Tianlang on Tongshan Avenue for a long time to create such a background plot. He wanted You Tianlang to recognize him and confirm that he was the Seven Color Kingdom's guard who had been by his side for more than 20 years. Then, through You Tianlang's testimony, Wu Chijin would believe his identity, especially when a loyal old guard protected the last son of the Seven Color Kingdom's royal family. Such a plot might be more convincing to Wu Chijin.
Secondly, he had to make Wu Chijin believe that Prince Baiyu and himself were being chased by Whitty's carriage, Midnight Song, or Asura Manor. Once this impression was confirmed, no one else could protect Prince Baiyu except for the Crescent Country who had the ability and status to protect him.
Whitty Carriage, Midnight Song, or Asura Manor had assassinated six diplomatic corps on the mountain road last night. The young masters of five diplomatic corps had died on the spot, leaving only Prince Baiyu alive. This failure must have been a great humiliation to them. The best way to wash away the humiliation was to eliminate the root of this humiliation.
Especially since " Prince White Feather " was the only son of the royal family of the Seven Color Kingdom, and Bai Tianji, the king of the Seven Color Kingdom, was Wu Chijin's best friend, Wu Chijin had no reason not to help his twelve-year-old best friend's son, unless Wu Chijin and the Crescent Moon Kingdom were willing to bear the blame of not helping him.
Lastly, and most importantly, Wu Chijin would soon find out that the White Family, which was thousands of miles away, had fallen overnight because of the upcoming competition for the throne held by the Seven Color Nation. The White Family had been in charge of the state affairs of the Seven Color Country for nearly 30 years and had all the connections and resources in the Seven Color Country. Even if the White Family only had Prince Baiyu left, the remaining ministers of the court would still support the young master to fight for the throne, whether it was to be loyal to the White Family or to protect their existing interests.
Instead of fighting to the death, the six families might as well strike first. As long as the twelve-year-old "Prince Baiyu" was eradicated, the remaining ministers would have no reason to do so. Only in this way could they avoid future troubles. This script was meant to stop Prince Baiyu from returning to the Seven Color Kingdom. Only by staying away from the Seven Color Kingdom could Prince Baiyu survive.
Using political struggles to blur the focus was the best way. In the struggle for the throne, any tragic and deviant actions could be taken for granted. Xiao Bing first hoped that General Manager Mo's methods of overturning the clouds and rain could really confuse Wu Chijin's judgment.
Once Wu Chijin believed that this massacre was caused by political disputes, he would have no other choice but to keep Prince Baiyu at the Crescent Mountain for protection. This was also the ultimate goal of Xiao Bingxian's trip.
Tong Daqing had already led Xiao Bingxian to Wu Chijin. Xiao Bingxian held Luo Xiaoyuan's hand tightly. Compared to Luo Xiaoyuan, who knew nothing, Xiao Bingxian needed more courage to support him.
This was Xiao Bingxian's first time entering the reception hall in more than 20 years. In the past, as a guard, he could only wait outside the reception hall, so he knew very little about the reception hall. However, this was the first time he entered the reception hall in his life, and he had to treat the reception hall as a battlefield of life and death. Moreover, the enemy was Wu Chijin.
Countless stories about Wu Chijin flashed through Xiao Bingxian's mind. Every single one of Wu Chijin's schemes was a legend that all the countries in the mountains loved to talk about. He was about to stand in front of Wu Chijin and become a part of those legends.
For a warrior, the closer they were to the battlefield, the more excited and motivated they would be. When there was no way to retreat, taking the enemy's head was the only thing they could do. The doubts and fears before this were insignificant, and Xiao Bingxian was the same.
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