Before long, Dong Zhuo was also invited over by Jian Shuo's men.
After the three of them were seated, Jian Shuo looked at Chu Qian and asked, "Minister Taihang, are you all alone now?"
"Alas, not bad...! When we were suddenly attacked by the Huns, all forty guards and guides I brought with me perished, and only I have survived until now!"
Chu Qian sighed and then recounted his experiences in detail to Dong Zhuo and Jian Shuo.
Jian Shuo looked Chu Qian up and down and found that Chu Qian's face was thin and haggard, and his long hair was tied up haphazardly. Compared with his spirited appearance when he left Deyang Palace, he was completely different.
"Minister Taihang, you've suffered so much...!"
At this moment, Jian Shuo looked at Chu Qian with a hint of respect.
"To fulfill our mission and to live up to His Majesty's trust, this little hardship is nothing!"
Looking at the staff in his hand, Chu Qian couldn't help but recall the story of Su Wu herding sheep.
Compared to Su Wu and Zhang Qian, he was undoubtedly much luckier than them; at least he was saved and could continue to fulfill his mission.
Chu Qian then stood up, bowed to Jian Shuo and Dong Zhuo, and said in a deep voice, "I have a request, and I hope you two can grant it!"
"No, no! Minister Taihang, you mustn't do that!"
Jian Shuo quickly got up to avoid Chu Qian's bow.
Dong Zhuo quickly stood up and looked at Chu Qian, "Yes! I admire the loyalty of the Minister of Taihang! Just tell me what you need, and we will do our best to help you!"
"Thank you both!"
Chu Qian nodded, then took out the piece of silk from his bosom.
"This is a record of the distribution of water sources and the list of Han soldiers who died in battle, which I made while passing through the Xiongnu tribes. I hope you two can deliver it to His Majesty on my behalf!"
As they spoke, Chu Qian held the silk scroll and the list in his hands and handed them to Jian Shuo.
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