Chapter 1187

Soon, two people on the long street caught Yimei's attention.

Yimei found a seat in an eatery next to the residential area.

And those two figures also sat down opposite Yimei.

The two people sitting opposite Yimei were a middle-aged man and a youth.

Besides wearing turbans, they also had black veils covering their faces.

This attire was not uncommon on the streets.

It was simply because there were strong winds and yellow sand here year-round, and many people used this method to prevent the wind-blown sand from entering their mouths and eyes.

"Duan Yu is currently at Gaochang Wall; he has personally led the Liangzhou Army here."

The middle-aged man sitting opposite Yimei spoke.

His voice was very low, audible only to Yimei and the youth sitting next to him.

Although the middle-aged man wore a black veil, he spoke in the Han language.

Upon hearing the name Duan Yu, a glimmer of hatred appeared in Yimei's beautiful eyes.

"What must I do?" Yimei said, looking at the middle-aged man before her.

The middle-aged man pulled the black veil covering his face down slightly, revealing a pair of black eyes.

"Duan Yu's goal is clearly to attack the various states of the Western Regions."

"The states of the Western Regions are currently wavering; the small countries near the center of the Western Regions all stand with Wusun, but the Jushi Kingdom has not yet made a choice."

"The Jushi Kingdom is wedged south of the Tianshan Mountains, effectively controlling the vital route for the Northern Xiongnu to move south."

"If the Jushi Kingdom chooses Duan Yu, the Northern Xiongnu will have their throat choked and be unable to move south," the middle-aged man said.

"Then should I persuade Yuan Feigui to convince the King of Jushi to defect to Wusun?" Yimei asked, knitting her delicate brows.

The middle-aged man shook his head and said, "You don't need to say that; that is one of the reasons Wusun came here."

"Wusun is allied with the Northern Xiongnu, so they naturally know this is the vital route for the Northern Xiongnu to move south; they will certainly try to get the Jushi Kingdom on their side."

"Although I don't know exactly what the King of Wusun is planning, I suspect he does not necessarily want to go to war with Duan Yu."

"They do not know the strength of Duan Yu's Liangzhou Army, and coupled with the King of Wusun's stance against war, I estimate..."

"If they see the power of the Liangzhou Army, they will likely choose to sit down and negotiate."

Yimei quietly clenched her fists.

If Wusun does not go to war with Duan Yu, who can avenge her husband's death?

Rely on herself?

That was clearly impossible.

In the Battle of Xiutu Lake, her husband had calculated everything, yet he still died there, and all of his troops were wiped out.

How could she, a weak woman, take revenge?

When she first received the news of her husband's death, she had thought about sneaking into Liangzhou, entering Duan Yu's residence, and taking the opportunity to assassinate him.

But the reality was not as easy as she had imagined.

Sometimes, being beautiful is also a form of original sin.

Without her husband's protection, even walking outside was a danger.

"Our goals are the same; Duan Yu killed your husband and slaughtered our families."

"We all want Duan Yu to die."

"But you also know that with our own strength, it is absolutely insufficient to oppose Duan Yu; let alone oppose him, if we are even slightly careless, we will die."

"So?" Yimei raised her head to look at the middle-aged man sitting opposite her. "Then what should I do?"

The middle-aged man sitting opposite Yimei pondered for a moment before saying, "Your advantage is that Duan Yu does not recognize you."

"Therefore, you must find a way to stir up trouble between Duan Yu and Yuan Feigui."

"Although Yuan Feigui is only a Wusun Ambassador, a not-so-important official position, he comes from the noble Mi clan of Wusun."

"The Mi clan has produced the Kunmo of Wusun for generations; his family must be one of the current Kunmo."

Yimei nodded slowly upon hearing this.

"What you can utilize is Yuan Feigui's infatuation with you... find a way to make Duan Yu kill him, or make him harbor murderous intent toward Duan Yu. Only then will we have a chance to see Wusun and Duan Yu completely tear off their masks and go to war."

"Although I don't believe Wusun and the Northern Xiongnu can defeat Duan Yu, but... if they don't go to war, we will have no chance at all."

"Do you understand what I mean?" the middle-aged man asked.

Yimei took a deep breath and nodded slightly to indicate she understood.

This was also one of the methods her husband had used during his lifetime.

Utilizing the conflicts between the Qiang tribes, the local Liangzhou gentry, and Duan Yu to unite and oppose Duan Yu.

It was just... the result was not satisfactory.

Yimei did not believe her husband had failed; she believed Duan Yu's luck was simply too good.

Otherwise, Duan Yu would have been buried long ago.

Yimei stood up and raised her hand to tuck a stray lock of hair behind her ear, her movements soft and charming.

Gaochang Wall.

After spending half the night drinking alone at Cao Cao's cenotaph, Duan Yu woke up in his room the next morning and rubbed his throbbing forehead.

Since crossing over two years ago, he had only been drinking dregs rice wine and a small amount of fruit wine, and he had only been drunk twice.

Ever since he proposed the production of strong spirits last time, the Liangzhou R&D team had finally managed to create them.

Duan Yu's initial plan was to sell the strong spirits to the Qiang and Xiongnu.

As for carrying them with him, it was because strong spirits could warm the body, especially in a place like the Western Regions.

"Lord, Mr. Wenhe and Mr. Zhongde have arrived."

Zhao Yun's voice rang out from outside the room.

Tie Shitou and Wang Hunu had both been sent to Hedong Commandery to open salt ponds, so the roles of close personal guards had been completely taken over by the brothers Zhao Yun and Zhao Feng.

Hearing Zhao Yun's voice, Duan Yu sat up from the daybed.

A moment later, Duan Yu, having put on his clothes, walked out of the room.

Outside, Jia Xu and Cheng Yu stood before the door and bowed to Duan Yu.

"Lord, the envoys from the Jushi Kingdom have arrived again," Jia Xu said. "Does the Lord intend to go personally, or should we send Xi Zhong?"

Duan Yu had not notified the King of Jushi when he brought his troops to Gaochang Wall.

Therefore, the King of Jushi did not know Duan Yu was here.

Moreover, the King of Jushi did not even know how many troops were currently at Gaochang Wall.

Within a radius of dozens of miles, everything except Jiaohe City had long since become a military exclusion zone.

The advantages and disadvantages of campaigning in a foreign land were very obvious.

The advantage was that the enemy's scouts could hardly gather any intelligence, because due to physical appearance, one could tell at a glance whether someone was Han or not.

The disadvantage was the same, because wherever the Han army went, they would also be identified at a glance.

"I will go personally," Duan Yu said in a deep voice.

Cao Cao's death weighed on Duan Yu's heart like a massive boulder.

And until the matter was investigated clearly, and even before the affairs of the Western Regions and Liu Hong's death were settled, he had no way to avenge Cao Cao.

The bond between the two needed no explanation.

Cao Cao had been able to entrust everything, even his family and sons, to him before his death; he could not fail such trust.

Unable to avenge Cao Cao, the repression in his heart needed a place to vent.

As for who to vent on, that depended on who was unlucky enough to be the target. ===== CHAPTER 1189 =====