"What's going on? The carrier pigeon should have already made a round trip by now!"

"Has there been any news from the Wolf Guard of the Capital yet?"

The wolf guards all nodded in agreement.

"What on earth is Murong Xingchen up to? If this kid dares to betray me, I'll kill his whole family."

The scene was completely silent.

No one spoke.

"You bastards, what are you standing there for? Continue sending messages by carrier pigeon. At the same time, send someone to the capital to tell that bitch Empress Xiao that if she dares to touch a single hair on Murong Xue's head..."

I must chop her up with my own hands.

"We realized the seriousness of the problem yesterday, and we sent people straight to the capital yesterday."

Murong Chui nodded.

At this moment, Murong Chui's mother stumbled in, supported by several servants.

"Mother, what brings you here?" Murong Chui quickly stood up to greet her.

"You unfilial son, where is my beloved grandson?"

"Murong Xue is currently in the capital and is on her way back," Murong Chui quickly stepped forward and said.

"I had a dream last night. I dreamt that my dear grandson was covered in blood, and his hand had been chopped off." The old woman trembled all over.

Before he could finish speaking, he began to cough violently.

"Mother, how can you take this dream seriously? As the saying goes, dreams and reality are opposites."

Your dream means Murong Xue is safe and sound.

The old woman swung her cane and smashed it at Murong Chui.

“If anything happens to my grandson, I don’t want to live anymore.”

“You, as his father, don’t teach him anything good, but instead teach him dangerous things.”

Murong Chui stood there, his head tucked in.

The old woman swung her cane at him, but he neither dodged nor flinched; instead, he smiled.

"Mother, rest assured, I have already sent someone straight to the capital to bring Murong Xue back. I estimate she will be home in a few days."

Grandma Murong nodded: "That would be best. If anything happens to him, I don't want to live anymore."

...

That evening.

Wolf Guard Murong Quan entered Murong Chui's study.

"How's the matter going?"

"My lord, if I am not mistaken, all of our Wolf Guards in Shangjing have been wiped out."

Murong Chui was utterly shocked.

"How could that be?"

"So far, we have not received a single letter from the Wolf Guard of Shangjing."

"That doesn't prove anything." Murong Chui also felt a vague sense of unease.

But he quickly convinced himself.

"Alright, let me know as soon as you have any news."

Murong Chui waved to Murong Quan, signaling him to leave.

Murong Quan had just left.

The butler then came in.

"General, a man claiming to be a member of the Embroidered Uniform Guard has come to request an audience."

"The Embroidered Uniform Guard? Who are they? I won't see them. Get him out of here."

"yes……"

"Listen to me, don't bother me with these trivial matters anymore, and don't bring any Tom, Dick, or Harry around."

The butler quickly left and headed straight for the front gate.

“Come back…” Murong Chui seemed to suddenly remember something.

"Go and ask that Imperial Guard what he's here for."

The butler took a square box out of his sleeve.

"The Imperial Guard told me to give this to you, sir, but the box looks ordinary to me and it's not made of any high-quality wood."

Murong Chui was a seasoned veteran of many battles.

He immediately smelled a bloody odor emanating from the box.

Fortunately, it was the dead of winter.

Otherwise, the contents of the box would definitely rot and smell bad.

The steward noticed that Murong Chui's expression had changed.

Quickly and respectfully place the wooden box on the table in front of Murong Chui.

The box has a seal on it.

"Open the box." Murong Chui's voice trembled as he said this.

The closer he got to the box, the stronger the smell of blood became.

The smell of blood is not strong.

The butler carefully tore open the seal on the box.

Then, with trembling hands, he opened the box.

Half a palm appeared in front of the two of them.

The butler was so frightened that his legs went weak and he collapsed to the ground.

Murong Chui trembled all over.

"Go and bring that Imperial Guard here to me. Don't let him escape."

The butler scrambled to his feet in a panic and stumbled toward the gate of the courtyard.

The steward fell several times along the way.

After a while.

A member of the Imperial Guard, dressed in a flying fish robe and with an embroidered spring knife at his waist, was brought in.

"Whose is this half-hand?" Murong Chui asked, pointing to the hand inside the box.

"Your son, Murong Xue."

"How dare you harm my son! Believe me or not, I'll kill you with one sword!" Murong Chui drew his sword with a whoosh and pointed it at the Imperial Guard.

"My lord has spoken ill of you, sir. I'm sorry."

"He originally intended for General Dian Wei to cut off two of your son's fingers, but General Dian accidentally cut off half of his hand instead."

Chen Jianghe, a member of the Imperial Guard, spoke slowly and deliberately.

“You can kill me, but after you kill me, I think my lord will chop your son Murong Xue into dumpling filling and send them to you in packets.”

Upon hearing this, Murong Chui was so angry that he gritted his teeth, but he was helpless.

He quickly sheathed his sword: "That bastard Jiang Tian, ​​if he has a problem, come at me. Why make things difficult for my son?"

"Murong Xue led her wolves in a plot to harm my lord."

Not only that, he also wanted to kill Empress Dowager Xiao and frame my lord for it.

My Lord chopped off half of his hand; that would be too lenient for him.

“Arrogant…” Murong Chui said angrily, “Jiang Tian thinks too highly of himself. He hurt my son, and I’m not done with him for this.”

Jiang Tian probably doesn't know that I'm a vengeful person.

Although I don't know what it means to repay a drop of kindness with a spring of gratitude.

But I know that if someone touches me even slightly, I will kill them tenfold.

Upon hearing this, Chen Jianghe gave a cold laugh: "General Murong, don't speak so harshly or so definitively."

Young Master Murong is still in our hands.

This severed hand was given to you first. Our lord said you also have to give him five million taels of silver.

"If you don't give it to me, my lord will chop off your body piece by piece, the one that pays your salary, and send it to me."

Murong Chui angrily drew his sword again with a whoosh: "Jiang Tian, ​​that bastard, is going too far. You Imperial Guards have come to my residence and you still dare to be so arrogant."

"Don't get angry, Commander Murong. If you get angry over such a small thing, you'll never have enough anger in the future."

"I forgot to tell you, my lord Jiang said that he will soon launch a war of annihilation against your Xianbei. What happens to Dongying? That will determine the future of your Xianbei."

"Then let him come. I'll wait here."

He dared to attack me; I will make sure your men never return.