Chapter 668: The Great Deceiver Xie Yuan

Chapter 668: The Great Deceiver Xie Yuan

Prince Bei was in a state of panic when another person arrived outside.

Taking in the chaotic scene inside the tent, the Dongrong guard hesitated for a moment, then looked at Xie Yuan: "Young Master Xie, something terrible has happened. The enemy just sent an urgent message, demanding that we hand over the Tiger Tally within an hour, or they will kill Tuoba Xiao."

Although this person regarded Prince Bei as his master, seeing the bewildered expression on Prince Bei's face, he instinctively turned to Xie Yuan for guidance.

Prince Bei was on the verge of cursing and telling them to do as they pleased, but Emperor Xuanming, lying beside him, opened his eyes: "Get the Tiger Tally over there now!"

He raised his hand to strike Prince Bei's shoulder, but halfway through, his strength failed, and his hand collapsed weakly onto the bed.

"Brother!" Prince Bei was also anxious.

He’s just one man—Tuoba Xiao!

He couldn’t risk the safety of all Dongrong for the sake of one Tuoba Xiao.

Although Prince Bei wasn't particularly capable, as a prince, he still had a strong sense of responsibility for the country.

Xie Yuan, on the other hand, replied: "Alright, understood. Your Majesty, stay calm and rest. Everything will be fine."

His calm voice always gave people an endless sense of security. Hearing this, Emperor Xuanming's emotions finally settled a bit, like a dying fish gasping for air.

Prince Bei still wanted to say something, but Xie Yuan seized his shoulder and pulled him out forcefully to the meeting tent.

"Xie Yuan, how could you possibly agree to this! The Tiger Tally absolutely cannot be handed over to those people from the Holy Sect, it would be chaos! You can’t afford to be careless just because we’re not in Great Sheng!"

Xie Yuan frowned at Prince Bei, a flicker of contempt in his gaze, as if annoyed by his partner's incompetence.

"Your Highness, why not just lie to the Emperor for now?"

"..." Prince Bei’s anger faltered, and he blinked, realizing he might have wronged Xie Yuan.

Xie Yuan looked in the direction of the Holy Sect's camp, an icy smirk curling on his lips.

"They like to play games, so I'll play along with them."

Prince Bei suddenly recalled the days in Yanjing when he was completely outmaneuvered by Xie Yuan, and finally remembered the cunning, infuriatingly sly demeanor of the old fox...

That's right, Xie Yuan was never just a silent, steady man. His tricks could drive anyone to madness.

"So, what are you planning to do?" He felt a spark of hope despite himself and asked expectantly.

Then he felt as if Xie Yuan looked at him with even more disdain.

"I know I’m not the brightest, but you don’t have to give me that look..."

Xie Yuan averted his gaze: "Your Highness, I didn't say anything."

"Just tell me what to do." Prince Bei waved his hand weakly. Even if he said something, what could he do at this point?

Xie Yuan nodded: "Tell the enemy to go ahead and kill him."

Prince Bei was about to say okay, but then widened his eyes: "That won't do! Although I want him dead, if my brother finds out, he'll definitely kill me!"

Xie Yuan's lips twitched again: "Your Highness, listen to me. When my wife gave you all the Holy Medicine, I also gave a bit to those people in the Holy Sect."

"What?"

"Huh??"

Prince Bei, still bitter about the Holy Medicine, suddenly felt as if he had learned a lesson.

Never mess with this couple...

He had previously tried to steal his wife—wouldn't he come after me later?

"We just need to tell them our doctors have made the antidote."

Xie Yuan glanced back.

"Prince, we're no longer poisoned."

Prince Bei was about to ask when, but seeing those intense eyes, it clicked.

"Right, we're cured!"

"Haha, they'll be begging us for the cure!"

Seeing he understood, Xie Yuan nodded: "The Emperor's been cured. Tuoba Xiao can't harm him anymore. So, Tuoba Xiao's fate is in their hands. As for you, you've kidnapped the Emperor, and we're heading back to the capital."

"Yes, I kidnapped the Em..." Prince Bei, excited, choked on his saliva halfway and looked at him doubtfully, "I kidnapped who?"

"The Emperor," Xie Yuan said, unusually patient.

Prince Bei gulped and nodded: "Fine, I kidnapped my brother."

Xie Yuan nodded: "Write the letter, Prince, and keep your hand steady. Then prepare to gather the troops to return to the Holy Capital."

"Are we actually going back or just faking it?" Prince Bei asked weakly.

Zhe Jing behind Xie Yuan gave him a speechless look, and he fell silent, still not understanding whether it was real or pretend.

Xie Yuan, however, took care of him and patiently replied: "We have to commit to the act."

"Got it, I'll make sure everyone's on board," Prince Bei nodded repeatedly.

After setting things up with Prince Bei, Xie Yuan turned to Zhe Jing and Zhe Ying: "You two, take some men and flank them. Check things out, and if you can, grab Tuoba Xiao. But, staying alive comes first."

"Yes, sir!" they chorused.

Xie Yuan waved his hand, and they immediately understood and left the tent.

Prince Bei had a flash of inspiration and quickly ran off as well.

That wave must mean I have something to do, right?

Not hearing Xie Yuan call him, Prince Bei was sure he hadn't misunderstood, and he actually breathed a sigh of relief, feeling somewhat proud, and then hurried off to make arrangements.

After the urgent message was sent, at the Holy Church's camp, Priest Os couldn't help but laugh triumphantly.

"These people, still trying to struggle in their death throes, it seems they really don't understand how much our Emperor values his son Tuoba Xiao!"

"Tsk tsk, a little beast raised by animals, yet he can make a dignified ruler act as brainless as an animal."

"Let's see how long they plan to delay."

"If they don't hand over the Tiger Tally soon, we'll cut off one of Tuoba Xiao's arms and send it to them!"

The Pope sat on a chair covered with a soft fox fur blanket, as elegant and composed as he was in the temple, his face as lofty as a god.

Listening to the discussions below, he felt particularly at ease, unhurried and calm.

"What’s the rush? Just wait."

"This is the perfect opportunity to obtain the Tiger Tally and eliminate Emperor Xuanming. Then, our Sacred will be the true master of Dongrong."

"In a few more years, the entire continent will be unified under our Sacred, becoming followers of the Sacred!"

"The Sacred is the true path. All who defy it deserve death!"

Listening to the Pope's words, the expressions of everyone in the Sacred became spellbound, envisioning the beautiful days to come, yet occasionally flashing with stubborn and cold-blooded killing intent.

They were itching to seize supreme power and rule the world!