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Determined not to take any more risks, Huang Xie decided to wait at the spot for Charioteer Camp to arrive. He would not leave until the Troops came. Unexpectedly, before nightfall, the Chu Army's Elite Cavalry, led personally by Yang Tianci, arrived, demonstrating Yang Huaide's remarkable abilities.
Yang Tianci, the eldest son of Yang Huaide, came bearing a gift. After greeting his family's Chancellor, he secretly sought out Luzi and presented the gift with both hands. He expressed that this was a meeting gift from his father to his uncle and hoped Uncle Luzi would not find it lacking.
Luzi, who suddenly found himself with a new nephew, was at a loss and could only accept the gift since he could not decline it. He had rushed from Qi State to Luoyi and then from Luoyi to the Chu Kingdom without anything suitable to return as a gift, so he could only promise to remember it for now.
After sending away the delighted Yang Tianci, Luzi even suspected that this young man was older than him. The generational hierarchy seemed quite chaotic! Fortunately, people in that era valued lineage over actual age; it was not uncommon for an elderly person with white hair to refer to a three-year-old child as an elder.
The so-called "humble gift" was merely a polite expression; in reality, it was anything but humble. The item that had become Luzi's personal possession was a yellow oriole carved from flawless jade. The warm yellow-orange base color was just right, while the oriole's belly was white and its eyes were black.
Truly a masterpiece of nature! Combined with the craftsmanship of a master artisan, it was simply a treasure!
Even Luzi, who had seen countless treasures in the world, couldn't help but sigh in admiration. He looked at the warm colors and couldn't resist rubbing it in his hands repeatedly. It felt smooth and warm to the touch, and under the light, it appeared as pristine as ever.
Just as he was feeling pleased, he inadvertently touched the Little Sparrow that had been hidden in his bosom.
Luzi gently pulled out the Little Sparrow, which had been personally crafted by Chuchu. He had kept it close ever since its return to the world as a memento of what once was. The little tail, stained with blood and now damaged, had long lost its original appearance and wood color; it bore the marks of an arrow wound he received in Shangdang.
When he regained consciousness and thought about restoring it to its original form and color, he realized it was no longer possible. Chuchu had urged him to discard the tailless Little Sparrow and promised to make him another one later, but he had firmly refused on the spot.
Some things can be found again after being lost, but some things are irreplaceable once gone. What happened to the tailless Little Sparrow? As long as you believe it can fly, it will forever soar in your heart!
Luzi looked down at the Little Jade Sparrow in his left hand and then at the tailless Little Sparrow. Hmm! After looking back and forth, he still found the latter more pleasing to his eye! So he carefully placed the Little Sparrow back into his bosom.
Just now, Yang Tianci told Lu Daren that the Chancellor had deployed three hundred Cavalry around the camp. The area was tightly secured, not even a sparrow could fly in. With regular troops involved, it seemed like a good night's sleep was assured.
Luzi stretched and yawned, feeling a bit tired. He placed Little Jade Sparrow on the table, but as soon as he lay down, he felt that Little Jade Sparrow was too lonely. He got up to find a suitable spot but decided to just hold it in his hand and closed his eyes to dream of Zhou Gong.
He didn't even know when he fell asleep; that night felt like a return to the little Stone House on the mountaintop. The dream was filled with carefree laughter and joy, making him reluctant to leave...
The next day at Dawn, the troop officially set out. Not wanting to hear anyone bragging, Luzi hid back in his carriage with Huang Xie, feeling refreshed. Watching the banners fluttering and the shining armor of the Chu Cavalry around him, he suddenly felt nostalgic for the days in Shangdang. It wasn't the endless slaughter he missed, but rather the passionate sounds of Hoofbeats and War Drums.
Sitting next to Sun Thirteen, Li Xin turned to see Lu Zizheng lost in thought and leaned over to whisper, "Innkeeper! That crossbow bolt has issues!"
Luzi opened his eyes to look at this meddler and smiled while nodding. He quietly told Li Xin that capturing that person that night had been a foregone conclusion; as soon as he shot out the tile, he had already made up his mind to do so. However, hearing the other party's accent had startled him, causing a delay that allowed them to escape.
"Accent!?"
Li Xin glanced around to ensure no one could overhear their conversation before asking, "What kind of accent?"
Luzi sighed, indicating that he hadn't heard it clearly either. He advised Li Xin not to mention this matter to anyone again; it was best treated as if it had never happened.
Li Xin naturally understood the rules; what couldn't be said simply couldn't be said. If Big Shopkeeper wanted to tell him something, he would do so without needing to be asked. Nodding in agreement, he dropped the subject. In his impression, this type of small hand crossbow used by assassins was quite rare.
Typically, such weapons were carried by wealthy individuals for self-defense; ordinary families did not possess them. Moreover, given that this short-range weapon had such limited range, even states like Qin and Zhao that had widely adopted Crossbows would not issue hand crossbows. To soldiers focused solely on range, it seemed nothing more than a child's toy.
However, this hand crossbow regarded as a toy by soldiers was quite popular among civilians; it was an essential self-defense tool for home use or travel. Its operation was simple and easy to master; even those without martial skills could learn to use it with just a bit of guidance.
The assassins, including the Retainers, prefer this kind of close-range weapon, as it is more convenient than using a sword directly. However, the authorities do not issue such convenient weapons; even those in the government use military bows and arrows.
What kind of accent is that!? If the assassin had a Chu accent, Luzi would not have been surprised enough to let the assassin escape. Oh dear! This situation is quite complicated...
Luzi, however, was not as troubled as Li Xin, because he, as the person involved, was well aware of the assassin's accent. Qi Ren! It was precisely because it was a Qi State accent that he had to abandon the idea of capturing the assassin. He was confident for a reason.
No matter where you were born in the Feudal States, and regardless of how strong your local accent is, as long as you undergo a period of professional training in this area, you would hardly be able to tell when communicating with outsiders.
However, such trained accents still have limitations; that is, any unintentional shout cannot hide one's local flavor. For this reason, members of the Prosperity Record must undergo more professional training before being sent to various places for assignments. Some simply develop local personnel to avoid outsiders noticing that all the staff at Prosperity Pavilion are Qin People.
The shadow hit by Luzi clearly had not undergone strict training in this regard, so when it groaned in pain, it inevitably revealed its unique local flavor. This sound was completely unintentional and could not be considered deliberate.
Queen Dowager! Prime Minister Qi, Hou Sheng! Li Yuan of Chu! Chancellor of Qi, Li Yan of Chu!
As these four figures appeared before him, Luzi immediately realized how similar they were to each other. The only difference lay in their preparations while occupying the position of Queen. The Queen Dowager successfully found a strong support, while Li Yan seemed to do nothing but look after children in the harem!
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