"Was it successful?" In a spacious mansion within Shendu Zhongjing City, a venerable gentleman in a blue robe, stroked his neat beard and whispered to a respectfully standing, chubby middle-aged man in a silken blue robe before him.
The middle-aged man, roughly in his forties, was portly and appeared slick and shiny, with a glint of shrewdness in his narrow eyes, resembling a cunning merchant. On hearing these words, his rotund face trembled, his mouth twitched slightly, and eventually he said dryly, "Zhou Qian is gone. According to the men we arranged nearby, he was slapped into dust by Xu Wentian, who was returning, and now he has become ashes. This operation is likely a failure."
"Hmph, a failure? Damn it, why did Xu Wentian return? Wasn't he heading to Duke Zhen's Residence to attend the adulthood ceremony of Duke Zhen's third son? How could he have turned back halfway, then killed Zhou Qian? Could it be that there was a leak of information along the way?"