Chachatu angrily kicked over the table next to it, and the wine glasses and fruits on the table rolled all over the floor.

He roared, "Waste, all are a bunch of waste! What's the use of me raising you?"

The soldier continued tremblingly, "Your Majesty, the Central Plains soldiers are shouting outside, asking you to go out immediately, otherwise you will enter the palace."

After hearing this, Chachatu's face turned red and his eyes were full of anger. He raised his foot suddenly, kicked the soldier hard, and cursed: "Damn things, you will say these disgusting words."

The soldier was kicked to the ground, but he didn't dare to complain, but just lay there and shivered.

Chachatu paced back and forth in the hall, feeling extremely anxious.

He gritted his teeth and thought in his mind: It will be a lot of danger to go out, but if he doesn't go out, I will be unable to resist them even if they really enter the palace.

His face was gloomy and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. On one hand, he was fear of death and unwilling to lose his dignity.

Chachatu paced back and forth in the hall, and his heart felt like he was overturned. He knew that this time it was difficult to be good, but escaping was not a solution. After thinking about it, he gritted his teeth and decided to go out and face it.

When he appeared at the door of the palace, he tried hard to straighten his spine, his chin raised slightly, trying to make himself look full of momentum. But there was a hint of undetectable panic hidden deep in his eyes.

Zhao Yun stood there, pointing his spear diagonally on the ground. His eyes were cold and he stared at Chachatu like a sharp sword.

Seeing Chachatu appear, Zhao Yun asked coldly: "Are you looking Chachatu?"

Chachatu squeezed a smile on his face, which was stiff and forced. He secretly warned himself to calm down in his heart.

He said, "Haha, it's the guests who are coming from afar. Thank you so hard for your journey."

But as he spoke, his voice trembled slightly, and his heart kept thinking about solutions and how to escape from Zhao Yun's hands.

Zhao Yun raised his chin slightly, his eyes as sharp as an eagle falcon. He turned his spear in his hand and said strongly: "I am Zhao Yun, the great man. I am here today just to assassinate my prime minister."

A hint of panic flashed in Chachatu's eyes, but he immediately smiled and bowed slightly and said, "General Zhao, this is really unfair."

He spread his hands open, looking innocent, but he was thinking quickly about countermeasures in his heart, thinking about how to make Zhao Yun believe his words.

He continued, "I respect the Prime Minister of the Central Plains. I have always admired the Prime Minister's talent and strategy. How could I do such a ruthless thing?"

Zhao Yun frowned and stared at Chachatu tightly, trying to see a flaw in his expression.

He sternly said, "Don't speak cleverly here."

Chachatu's face changed slightly, but he quickly recovered his calmness. He touched his heart and sweared: "General Zhao, there must be a misunderstanding in this. I guess someone deliberately framed me and wanted to provoke a dispute between me and the Central Plains. I swear to God that I have never done such a bad thing."

His expression seemed extremely sincere, but he was praying in his heart, hoping that Zhao Yun could believe his false words.

After hearing Chachatu's defense, Zhao Yun's sneer on his face became even more intense. He narrowed his eyes slightly, and a biting chill was revealed in his eyes. He thought to himself: Chachatu really doesn't see the coffin and shed tears.

Zhao Yun shook his spear, pointed the tip of the spear directly to check the picture, shouting sternly: "Don't talk nonsense here! Do you still want to deny it? If you don't admit it, I will bear you here today!"

His voice was as loud as a bell, echoing in front of the palace with unquestionable majesty.

His heart was full of anger. The assassination of the prime minister made him heartbroken. At this time, facing this possible mastermind behind the scenes, his murderous intention had already aroused.

The hand holding the spear tightly, the blue veins swelled up due to the force, as if it was about to stab the spear out the next second.

Chachatu looked at Zhao Yun's resolute appearance and was shocked.

He had a fine bead of sweat on his forehead, his eyes wandering around in a panic. While thinking about ways to save his life in his heart, he stammered: "General Zhao, I was really wronged. You can't just kill me."

The sneer on Zhao Yun's face was like the frost of winter, and anger was burning in his eyes.

He thought to himself: If Chachatu doesn't eat the toast, then don't blame me for being ruthless.

He waved his spear and shouted loudly: "Soldiers, encircle this Chachatu for me!"

The big Han soldiers acted quickly and surrounded Chachatu.

At this time, the Kushan soldiers heard the news and ran over.

Zhao Yun's eyes swept towards them, and his eyes were full of contempt and disdain. He laughed loudly and said, "What? The defeated generals just now dare to come here? Do you want to taste the taste of failure again?"

The Kushan soldiers looked at each other and couldn't help but hesitate.

They looked at Zhao Yun's majestic appearance and their hearts were filled with fear.

One of the Kushan soldiers gritted their teeth and said with courage: "Don't go too far, this is our royal palace!"

Zhao Yun laughed to the sky, his laughter was full of arrogance.

He said, "Excessive? Did your king ever think too much when he sent someone to assassinate my prime minister? If this matter is not resolved today, I will definitely wash away the place!"

His words hit everyone's heart like a heavy hammer, and his decisive aura made everyone know that he was not joking.

Chachatu looked at the scene in front of him and his face turned pale.
Chapter completed!