After the Hundred Flowers Festival, Kyoto City remained calm for nearly half a month.
Shi Qinghuan was comfortable in the Supervision Department, but he felt something was wrong with Baili Heng and kept a close eye on her.
Even Cheng Shangju didn't bother her for some reason.
In a blink of an eye, the day came for the Xiaoye Kingdom's envoy to come to the DPRK. The mission, headed by Dai Xishan, the third prince of Xiaoye Kingdom, came with a mysterious gift.
There are a total of four princes in Xiaoye Kingdom, and now they are also in dire straits for the title of heir.
And this third prince is the one with the loudest voice among them. He is very scheming and extraordinary.
This visit to the DPRK was taken seriously by both the government and the public. After the Emperor arranged for the Ministry of Etiquette to welcome him, he also specially handed over the Supervision Department to assist him.
So in the early morning of that day, Shi Qinghuan followed Bailiheng and everyone from the Ministry of Rites to the outside of the city to greet the envoy.
The warm sun was in the sky, and after waiting for a long time, the delegation came from afar.
The leader, Dai Xishan, was handsome and noble, with the arrogance of a royal child, and the depth in his eyes was not concealed at all.
At the rear are envoys and luggage tributes.
"Your Highness has been traveling all the way and it has been very hard. We have arranged everything at the post house. Please move on."
"Good work!"
Dai Xishan was quite respectful and his eyes fell on Bailiheng.
"I think this must be Mr. Zuoxiang."
"Your Highness is courteous."
"I have heard of the reputation of Prime Minister Zuo for a long time. When I saw him today, he was indeed extraordinary."
"Each other!"
After a brief exchange of polite greetings, a person jumped down from the rear of the delegation.
Before Shi Qinghuan could clearly see the appearance of the person coming, he felt the breath of Baili Heng beside him sink.
Shi Qinghuan didn't understand until the man walked up to him.
Hao Yong, the famous general of Xiaoye Kingdom, was once a feared presence in the northern border.
It is definitely abnormal for such a person to come to the DPRK, and there is no news about him in the information sent back before.
Hao Yong was unruly and arrogant. He glanced at everyone with a cold snort, and then said with a smile, "The border of your country is so depressed. I didn't expect that this capital city is nothing more than that."
After saying that, the faces of everyone in the Ministry of Rites turned dark, "The capital of our country does not need your country. We are here in spring and the flowers are blooming, but we really can't see the grand scene of your country's ice and snow!"
With a retort, Hao Yong's face darkened, and he continued to speak, but was stopped by Dai Xishan.
"General, you are used to being generous. Don't take offense. It's getting late. Please lead the way."
"Your Highness, please!"
The delegation followed the people from the Ministry of Rites into the city, followed by Bailiheng and the people from the Supervision Department.
Just waiting for the delegation's team to pass by one by one, there was an iron cage at the last position. The outside was covered with a cloth, and the inside could not be seen clearly. It was very strange.
While Shi Qinghuan was looking at it, Hao Yong left and came back again, looking at Bailiheng with a smile.
"This is one of our gifts to your country. Would the Left Prime Minister want to take a look first?"
"Thank you."
As soon as Hao Yong lifted the long cloth, Bailiheng's body trembled suddenly.
The same goes for Shi Qinghuan, because the person locked in the iron cage is none other than a man.
Moreover, the man was in a miserable state, skinny as a stick, his limbs were limp and broken, and he was almost asleep. At first glance, he thought he was a corpse.
Seeing the expressions of the two of them, Hao Yong achieved his goal and pulled down his long bra with satisfaction.
"It's just a traitor who was sent back to your country. The famous Left Prime Minister can't even bear to see such blood. It's really nothing more than that!"
Hao Yong smiled and left, and only then did Shi Qinghuan realize that something was wrong with Baili Heng.
Although the scene just now was indeed shocking, Bailiheng would never show such an expression.
His face was pale, and his whole person was gloomy to the extreme. He didn't seem shocked, but seemed to have been greatly stimulated.
"You go back to the Supervision Department first, and then check Hao Yong's whereabouts during this period."
Before Shi Qinghuan could ask, Bailiheng said a word, turned around and left.
Business was important, and Shi Qinghuan couldn't care about anything else, so he had to go back to the Supervision Department first.
He arranged for people to go down to investigate, and collected and sorted out the information himself. The day passed quietly, but Bailiheng never came back.
Thinking of Bailiheng's expression at that time, Shi Qinghuan felt uneasy in his heart.
It was at dusk that Shi Qinghuan left the Supervision Department.
This time he did not go back to Wenyuan, but went straight to the Prime Minister's Mansion.
Zhang Tong happened to be there.
"Is your lord still in the palace?"
"No, the Lord has been back long ago."
"In the study?"
Zhang Tong shook his head, looking a little strange.
Shi Qinghuan frowned, "What happened?"
Zhang Tong sighed, "I don't know either, but after the master came back in the afternoon, he went directly to the secret room without saying a word and has not come out until now."
"I gonna go see!"
"No! When you are alone in the secret passage, you will not let anyone in."
"But last time, he let me in, and today, something wasn't right with him and had to be looked at."
After Shi Qinghuan said this, he pushed away Zhang Tong's blocking hand and walked directly towards the bedroom.
Zhang Tong didn't stop her anymore, maybe she was right, she was different to adults.
At this time, perhaps, the adults want her company.
Shi Qinghuan didn't think much about it, he just felt very uneasy in his heart and had to see Bailiheng.
After entering the secret room, Shi Qinghuan went straight in. As soon as he reached the end of the passage, Shi Qinghuan stopped.
Because in front of the wordless monument with bright candlelight, Bailiheng sat lonely on the ground, and she could feel the coldness all over her body even if she stood far away.
He put one hand on his knees, lowered his head, and his whole body seemed to be trapped in a void.
Shi Qinghuan has never seen such a Bailiheng.
Lost his soul, as if in despair.
Shi Qinghuan frowned, wait...
Wordless monument, Hao Yong, border, traitors brought back...
In addition to being a difficult general on the border, Hao Yong was also the executor of the Silan Mountain Massacre.
Bailiheng also talked about Beiyao many times...
A year ago, I suddenly changed into a different person...
Suddenly, everything seemed to be connected in series. Shi Qinghuan looked at Bailiheng and had an incredible guess in his heart.
Could it be that he, like her, is also...
Shi Qinghuan calmed down, walked over quickly, squatted down slowly beside Bailiheng, put his hand on his shoulder, and whispered softly.
"How are you?"
"Um!"
There was a response in the hoarse voice. The moment Bailiheng raised his eyes, Shi Qinghuan clearly saw the blood red in his eyes.
It was extreme anger and grief.
Shi Qinghuan was stunned, feeling a dull pain somewhere in his heart.
And the distress in her eyes fell into Bailiheng's eyes and turned into a hint of warmth, making his twisted heart feel slightly relieved.
"Have you guessed it all?"
Bailiheng asked, and Shi Qinghuan didn't hide it and nodded, "The owner of this wordless monument is the soul of all the heroes in the Silan Mountain Massacre!"
Sixty thousand heroic souls share one monument.
As soon as these words came out, Bailiheng was not surprised at all, he just nodded calmly.
After all, with Shi Qinghuan's wisdom and such obvious clues, she would definitely be able to figure out the accurate route.
But now is not the time to reveal the final truth.
