He thought he would face it calmly, but when it came to the end, he found that he couldn't do it at all. After years of planning, he had almost exhausted all his efforts. He was eager to know the result of tonight.
Success or failure depends on this one move.
Although he is nearly fifty years old, with gray hair and prominent wrinkles, at first glance, he does not look old at all.
Time has left traces on his face, but a lion's heart still beats in his body.
The door curtain fell.
The man knelt in the middle of the tent and said, "Khan, a signal came from the tent. Nastu has collapsed from the poison and is not breathing."
King Yundan Khan stopped moving his fingers and gave instructions to the visitor.
"Tell everyone to stay vigilant and don't take it lightly until the last moment."
"yes."
King Yundan Khan slowly stood up from his chair, placed the precious sword that had accompanied him for thirty years horizontally in front of him, and unsheathed it a few inches. The blade reflected a silver light in the darkness, and he looked at it for a moment.
"You did a great job."
I don't know whether this sentence is directed at the knife or at the person.
"Khan, do you want to check the body?" the man asked.
King Yundan Khan glanced at him and sheathed his sword.
"The more you do, the more mistakes you make, Bamur. It's been three years, haven't you understood this yet?"
His tone was calm but full of authority.
After hearing this, Bamur realized the seriousness of the situation and quickly lowered his head.
"I was negligent."
King Yundan Khan put down his knife, sat back in his chair, and said slowly, "There's no rush. Please go down first. Leave me alone for a while. Don't let anyone in."
"I understand." Bamur stood up, lifted the tent and left.
The cold wind was howling outside, and several gusts of wind rushed in the moment the door curtain was opened.
King Yundan Khan opened his five fingers to catch the cold wind blowing towards him, then he clenched his fist and his palm suddenly became cold, and when he opened it again, only a hint of coolness remained.
The wind cannot be caught, but the throne is already in his hands.
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