Chapter 867

Only after boarding the carriage did Yan Wushuang angrily punch the carriage, "This Living Yama, he actually didn't die!"

"It's truly true that the good don't live long, while the wicked live for a thousand years!"

Yan Wushuang sighed with resentment.

"Sir, you have just met the Living Yama for the first time; what do you think of this person?"

Chen Ping wore a solemn expression and said to Yan Wushuang, "This person has no morality to speak of, and even the sage's words can be twisted so reasonably; he is truly a formidable enemy!"

"It is no surprise that Your Highness was fooled by such a person; this person's sharpness of tongue is indeed beyond what ordinary strategists can match."

"But the subordinate's vicious plan is also an open scheme. If it succeeds, it will lower the moral level of the Great Qian commoners in one fell swoop; if it fails, it can still create some trouble for Great Qian. There is no loss, and Your Highness can sleep soundly!"

After hearing Chen Ping's words, Yan Wushuang's face carried a hint of a smile, clearly very satisfied with the vicious plan Chen Ping had devised.

"Obtaining you, Sir, is like the Qian Emperor obtaining the Living Yama!"

Chen Ping smiled indifferently, and his calm voice continued to ring out.

"In this world, the human heart is too ugly. In the face of huge interests, what are black and white, and what is morality?"

"I have long heard that the Living Yama is skilled at mastering the human heart; I am curious to see how he breaks this moral trap!"

"And this is just the beginning. When Your Highness seizes the throne, there will be ten thousand ways to deal with him. Now, I hope the Living Yama doesn't disappoint me too much, otherwise it would be too boring."

Yan Wushuang looked at Chen Ping, who was filled with confidence and planning strategies, his eyes filled with deep appreciation.

"Sir, you look so charming like this!"

Chen Ping gently waved his feather fan, his back straight, and he even sucked in his somewhat large belly.

Yan Wushuang continued, "It doesn't matter if a strategist is short and ugly; the key is to have the talent to settle the world with schemes!"

"What's more, Sir, you are so talented!"

Clatter!

The white feather fan fell into the carriage, making a crisp sound. Chen Ping looked at Yan Wushuang in disbelief, his lips trembling.

"..."

Dingguo Duke Prefecture.

Gao Yang sat in the small courtyard, his slender fingers tapping slowly on the stone table, seemingly deep in thought.

Seeing this, Luoluo couldn't help but step forward and say, "Young Master, ever since you returned from the city gate, you have been deep in thought for a long time. Are you feeling reluctant to part with the Second Princess of Chu?"

Gao Yang's train of thought was interrupted. He looked at the pure-faced Luoluo and said irritably, "Luoluo, in your eyes, does this Young Master look like such a sentimental person?"

Luoluo looked at Gao Yang seriously and then shook her head, "Not at all."

Since ancient times, the truth hurts, and the truth is a sharp blade; Gao Yang finally grasped its power.

But he was also used to Luoluo's straightforwardness. On the contrary, having survived for too long in an environment of deceit, he preferred Luoluo's simplicity.

First, she is easy to get along with.

Second, she is easy to fool.

Even if it's about beauty and health, she will believe it after a bit of coaxing.

"After the Chu delegation left, this official happened to meet Yan Wushuang. He had an extra strategist by his side named Chen Ping. This person is quite interesting, and this official had a very pleasant conversation with him," Gao Yang explained simply.

Luoluo's eyes lit up, and she couldn't help but say, "Is Young Master feeling regretful for his departure?"

Gao Yang stared at Luoluo and said again, "No, you guessed wrong again."

"This official wants to kill him!"

"The first time I saw him, he had a path to death!"

Luoluo: "..."

"Young Master, wasn't it a pleasant conversation?" Luoluo asked cautiously.

"Is there a conflict between having a pleasant conversation and killing him?"

Gao Yang retorted, his voice filled with justification.

Luoluo choked. She thought about it seriously first, then shook her head and said, "No, it doesn't affect it."

"But why does Young Master want to kill him?"

Luoluo felt curious; it was the first time she had felt such strong killing intent from Gao Yang.

"Yan Wushuang is no mediocrity. He came to Great Qian with a purpose, and Yuan Xuanlin by his side is also a talented person!"

"In Changancheng, a strategist from a foreign land made Yan Wushuang willing to travel thousands of miles to bring him back to Great Yan, and even Yuan Xuanlin voluntarily gave up his position, willingly retreating behind this Chen Ping. This seemingly subtle detail is an extremely dangerous signal."

"Although this person looks unkempt, he must have great talent!"

"As the saying goes, when the enemy is strong and we are weak, and when the enemy is weak and we are strong, rather than improving ourselves, it is better to weaken the enemy. It is better to get rid of this Chen Ping!"

Gao Yang said gloomily.

To the side, Luoluo looked moved.

Although she felt the words were strange, she felt that what Gao Yang said made a lot of sense.

"But Great Qian and Great Chu have become mortal enemies. Targeting Yan Wushuang openly is hard to justify. It's tricky, a bit tricky."

Gao Yang muttered to himself.

Yan Wushuang was a piece on his chessboard; Yan Kingdom must be in chaos, which aligns with Great Qian's stance, and Chen Ping only gave him a feeling.

If this required too high a price, it wouldn't be worth it!

"Young Master, let me do it!"

"I will go and kill this Chen Ping!"

To the side, Chen Sheng stood out directly.

He spoke to Gao Yang with a stern look.

Gao Yang glanced at Chen Sheng and then said, "Forget it, just rest and recover in the manor. Your importance in this official's heart is no less than anyone else's."

This name alone carried a sense of heavenly destiny.

The end of a vicious plan is theology!

Chen Sheng was moved to tears, almost crying.

"Thank you, my lord!"

Gao Yang muttered to himself, "If only there were assassins who didn't cost money, weren't my own confidants, and wouldn't make me feel bad if they died."

Hearing this, Luoluo couldn't help but laugh.

"Young Master, if there really were such people in this world, whatever you ask Luoluo to do, Luoluo will do."

At this moment, Uncle Fu walked in from outside the manor.

He said to Gao Yang, "Young Master, someone outside the manor wants to visit you, saying they are here specifically to repay a kindness, and also saying that as long as they state their name, Young Master will see them!"

"Oh?"

Hearing this, Gao Yang was also a bit curious.

"What is this person's name?"

"Guo Wuji!"