People in the Qin Dynasty, entertained during the Warring States period

Now he has gone from the light to the shadows, hiding on the water. Although it's frustrating, it's not so bad.

Even if Cao Ze has many powerful subordinates, what can they do to him?

The Xianyang city guards were his men, as were two or three out of ten noble officials in Xianyang. He had people in the palace and in the army.

Now that the pretense of civility has been broken, he doesn't care about overturning the table and directly telling the King of Qin and those dishonest fellows in Xianyang who the true master of Xianyang is and who the true leader of the Qin state is!

“Lü Buwei, you seem very angry.”

A faint, indifferent voice came from the top of the ship's deck.

Lü Buwei suddenly turned around and looked up.

A young man dressed in black robes with gold patterns stood under the moon, holding a strange longsword.

"Who goes there!"

Dozens of people on the ship's deck drew their swords.

For a moment, swords flashed across the Wei River, appearing cold and eerie under the moonlight.

Wei Zhuang sneered, "The people waiting for you to board the ship!"

Lü Buwei, though not angry, exuded an imposing aura. "Young man, who are you?"

Wei Zhuang glanced at the dozens of people on the boat, not taking them seriously at all; they were too weak.

"The newly appointed Right Sima of the State of Han is Wei Zhuang."

Wei Zhuang was unusually polite, giving a very formal self-introduction.

"South Korea? Wei Zhuang?"

Lü Buwei was taken aback. "A disciple of Guiguzi?"

He had learned about Wei Zhuang from intelligence reports, but this was the first time he had met him in person.

"You've come to kill me?"

Lü Buwei's gaze turned serious. "Are you also one of Cao Ze's men?"

Wei Zhuang sneered, "What is Cao Ze? Does he even deserve my attention?"

"You can rest assured, I'm not here to kill you, but to save you."

Even someone as experienced as Lü Buwei would never have imagined that Wei Zhuang would say such a thing.

"help me?"

Lü Buwei said, "Are you perhaps toying with me?"

Wei Zhuang glanced at the people on the boat, "A nuisance."

With a flash of cold light, Wei Zhuang leaped high into the air and swooped down, his face cold as he struck, killing all the assassins from the Luo Wang organization one by one.

On the empty riverbank, only the screams of the dying could be heard; there wasn't even the sound of clashing swords.

"That's really too weak..."

Wei Zhuang, carrying the blood-dripping Shark Tooth Sword, walked step by step to Lü Buwei.

He stared directly at the Qin prime minister, whose face was slightly aged and deeply wrinkled.

"I have no interest in playing games with you."

"Now I'll give you two choices."

"One option is to come with me, and the other is to die like them!"

Even though Lü Buwei had experienced blood and fire, he was still quite shocked by Wei Zhuang at this moment.

He doesn't understand!

What on earth is this young man saying?!

Save him? Let him go with him? What do they take him for? Cargo?!

Lu Buwei, barely suppressing his anger, demanded, "What is your purpose? What is your relationship with Cao Ze?! What do you intend to do to me?!"

He learned from intelligence that Cao Ze resided in Zilan Pavilion in Xinzheng, and the mastermind behind Zilan Pavilion was Wei Zhuang.

He would never believe that Wei Zhuang wasn't arranged by Cao Ze!

Wei Zhuang said coldly, "You have so many questions and so much nonsense."

Lu Buwei remained silent, his gaze sweeping around. All he saw were corpses and the still, silent river.

"Heh, trying to escape?"

How could Lü Buwei's glances and subtle movements possibly escape Wei Zhuang's hawk-like gaze?

His tone was casual: "The Wei River is cold; you can try jumping in."

Lü Buwei fell even more silent; Wei Zhuang's mockery and sarcasm left him feeling utterly powerless.

He never imagined things would turn out this way.

Wei Zhuang stood on the boat, gazing at the bright moon, and seemed to see his senior brother's face.

"Senior brother, one day I will return to Xianyang as a victor!"

Wei Zhuang murmured to himself, making a vow on his own.

Who are you waiting for?

After a long silence, Lü Buwei spoke.

Wei Zhuang glanced at Lü Buwei, who wanted to run but dared not.

"Wait for the right person."

Lü Buwei asked, "Is it Consort Ya of Zhao and Lord Longyang of Wei?"

He had just recalled the scene of Consort Ya and Lord Longyang visiting him at night not long ago.

At that time, they made arrogant remarks, urging him to leave Qin and enter the Three Jin states to become prime minister.

At the time, I just felt ridiculous and humiliated, but now it seems that I was set up.

Wei Zhuang's lips curled up, and he said calmly, "You're not senile yet."

Lu Buwei felt a slight sense of relief, at least for now his life was not in danger.

Meanwhile, in the reeds on the distant riverbank, Cao Ze gazed thoughtfully at everything aboard the boat.

What is Wei Zhuang doing?

Just talking big?

Didn't you know that villains die from talking too much?

Hurry up and use the shark tooth comb to brush Lao Lü's hair!

Jingni whispered, "He has no intention of killing Lü Buwei."

As a former female assassin, she possesses an extraordinary sensitivity to killing intent, capable of detecting even the slightest hints, a quality far beyond what a greenhorn like Cao Ze could match.

"No murderous intent?"

Cao Ze was somewhat surprised and puzzled.

He suspected there might be a master hiding here, but he didn't expect Wei Zhuang to have no intention of making a move.

Did Lü Buwei use some kind of persuasive skill on Wei Zhuang, making Wei Zhuang suddenly repent?

Just as Cao Ze was hesitating whether to show himself, a strangely dressed person emerged from the riverside hut, clutching the head of an old man with withered white hair in his five fingers.

Zhao Gao glanced around and smelled a strong stench of blood.

He looked towards the boathouse on the riverbank and met Wei Zhuang's arrogant gaze.

"Hehehe..."

Zhao Gao smiled wickedly and recognized Wei Zhuang, a friend of Mr. Cao Ze.

Wei Zhuang raised an eyebrow, surprised that the first to arrive would be a dead eunuch.

What did Lord Longyang and Gongsun Long do?

Cao Ze felt a pang of sadness when he saw Zhao Gao casually throw Old Man Zheng's head on the ground.

Although Old Man Zheng was always against him, he was also a rare and loyal servant.

He possessed unparalleled skill, reaching the level of a grandmaster, yet he willingly served as an unofficial servant to Lü Buwei. Among the seven kingdoms, he was the only one like him.

Compared to Cao Ze's sighs, Lü Buwei's eyes were bloodshot with rage.

"Uncle!"

Zhao Gao bowed to Lü Buwei with great elegance.

"My son Zhao Gao greets Your Excellency, the Prime Minister. The Empress Dowager asked me to convey her greetings to you."

Lu Buwei's breath hitched. He never expected that this eunuch, whom he had once despised and looked down upon, would speak to him in such a sarcastic tone.

"Wei Zhuang, kill him! Kill him!"

Lü Buwei's roar echoed throughout the empty space.

Zhao Gao was stunned.

Cao Ze, who was far away, was also stunned.

What the hell?

Is this Wei Zhuang real or fake?

Wei Zhuang said coldly, "Shut up!"

The dead eunuch before them, though neither male nor female, still exuded an undeniable aura of a master.

The fact that they were able to kill Old Man Zheng and take his head proves everything.

Although he can protect himself, if Lü Buwei dies, all his hard work over the past few months will be in vain.

Lu Buwei was breathing heavily, his eyes were bloodshot, and he wished he could skin Zhao Gao alive.

Cao Ze's gaze sharpened slightly; he couldn't wait any longer.