Zhang San, please behave yourself!
Chapter 560 - 522: Is Dashi Bian Dead?

Chapter 560: Chapter 522: Is Dashi Bian Dead?

Zhang San whispered to Dashi Bian for a moment, and Dashi Bian, with a puzzled expression, looked at Zhang San and asked, "Can this method really work?"

Zhang San immediately explained, "Actually, it seems now that it’s no longer important whom Muzhen Khan declared as his successor before his death."

Dashi Bian frowned slightly, apparently not quite understanding what Zhang San meant.

"If this had been decided while Muzhen Khan was still alive, everyone would have had to acknowledge it. But now, some say he passed the position to you, others say it was passed to Sharlobi. This means someone is definitely lying. How could the liar not know they are lying? Yet why would they still say it? This proves they believe the person they are naming is qualified and capable of inheriting the Khan’s position. Therefore, the current situation is such that the next Khan will inevitably be born between you and Sharlobi."

Dashi Bian nodded slightly.

Zhang San continued to add, "Moreover, your father, the Khan, was the one who conquered the entire steppe. Do you think it’s going to be easy for you to become the Khan now? It will be difficult! Therefore, it’s best to be prepared for battle. And for this battle preparation, you need to first know who is the enemy and who is a friend."

Dashi Bian felt that Zhang San’s analysis made a lot of sense.

Like his two younger brothers, they could both potentially be enemies, as they had always been hostile to him and did not even call him big brother. Now they even wanted to snatch the Khan’s position from him.

But looking at Zhang San, who, despite being from the Land of the Midday Sun and a Black Dragon Evil God, was a friend of his. From the moment he entered, he had been helping him with plans to become the Khan.

Having a friend like Zhang San was truly a blessing!

"So, what you need to do now is to determine who supports you and who doesn’t."

"Of course..."

At this point, a fierce look flashed in Zhang San’s eyes.

"As a friend, I naturally hope that all the tribal chiefs support you so that Sharlobi won’t be able to stop you from becoming the next Khan. But you must also prepare for the worst-case scenario, which is that more people support Sharlobi. In that case, you will have to leave immediately with your men. Otherwise, once Sharlobi moves to kill you, I’m afraid it might be too late to fight back."

Dashi Bian understood instinctively.

That night, Zhang San and Changsun Bubai were having dinner.

Zhang San chewed on a piece of meat, frowned slightly, and said, "What kind of meat is this? It tastes odd."

"This is horse meat. The Tujue people only serve horse meat to esteemed guests."

Zhang San pursed his lips as he looked at the horse meat on his plate.

He felt that beef and lamb were tastier.

But he could not let himself go hungry, so Zhang San continued to eat the horse meat slice by slice.

Changsun Bubai asked softly, "Have you started acting?"

Zhang San smiled and nodded, saying, "Just wait for my good news."

Changsun Bubai didn’t know what Zhang San’s plan was.

According to their original plan, it was Changsun Bubai’s job to stir up trouble among the older generation of Tujue or to plant seeds of disaster.

Zhang San was responsible for causing disturbances among the younger generation and collecting as much intelligence as possible.

Changsun Bubai asked softly, "What good news can there be? Could you possibly kill the next heir to the Khan?"

Changsun Bubai’s words were obviously in jest.

But just then, a personal guard came running in from the outside, flustered and agitated.

Even as he entered, he didn’t stand steady and fell straight to the ground.

Zhang San had just been about to mock Changsun Bubai’s guard for his lack of quality, but upon seeing it was Bai Dushu, he thought, Well, slap me in the face!

Changsun Bubai also frowned and said coldly, "In such a panic, what is the meaning of this?"

Bai Dushu, with a distressed expression, said, "Military Envoy, it’s not that I’m panicking, it’s just that... Muzhen Khan’s eldest son, Dashi Bian, is dead!"

Clang!

Changsun Bubai heard these words, and the small knife he was using to cut meat dropped onto the plate; then he turned his head to look at Zhang San with a face full of astonishment.

"You poisoned him?"

Zhang San let out a cold laugh and said, "If I said I pissed in his food and he died after eating it, would you believe that?"

Changsun Bubai, seeing Zhang San’s demeanor, knew about this matter and in fact had known for some time; he waved his hand to let Bai Dushu leave, then asked in a low voice, "What exactly is going on here? Did you really kill Dashi Bian? Did you strike some deal with Sharlobi?"

Zhang San chuckled, a mysterious look on his face as he said, "Some things, if you speak of them too soon, they lose their excitement. Eat first, eat. After eating, we’ll go watch the fun."

With that, Zhang San began to eat with great gusto.

Before, Zhang San had been worried that Dashi Bian might not listen to his plan.

Now it seemed that Dashi Bian really had no one to help him.

Otherwise, he wouldn’t have taken such a lousy idea seriously.

After Zhang San and Changsun Bubai finished eating, the two walked out of the tent and discovered that many envoys from various countries had already gone to pay homage to Dashi Bian.

Although Dashi Bian’s status was not as high as Khan Muzhen, he was, after all, Khan Muzhen’s eldest son, and there were rumors that Khan Muzhen had passed the title to him before his death.

As a result, he had died before even ascending the position.

Immediately, there were all sorts of rumors.

Many people felt that Dashi Bian’s death was suspicious, suspecting Sharlobi might have poisoned him in secret.

This only intensified the displeasure of Sharlobi, who already harbored resentment towards Dashi Bian.

I wanted to make a move, but he died before I could act, and now they wrongfully accuse me, how excessive!

Zhang San and Changsun Bubai went to pay homage in the tent where Dashi Bian’s body lay.

The arrangements here were similar to those for Khan Muzhen, only the tent was much smaller, and they had not had time to carve a stone statue.

A coffin was placed horizontally at the front and looked odd no matter how one looked at it.

Changsun Bubai, noting the eerie arrangement of the Spiritual Platform, knew there must be something amiss, but he did not show it.

He still trusted Zhang San’s way of doing things.

Especially now that even he did not understand what Zhang San was planning, it meant others were even less likely to discover it.

This gave Changsun Bubai much relief.

After the homage, Zhang San said loudly to Changsun Bubai, "I have always heard that Dashi Bian was the eagle of the plains, the most heroic warrior among the Tujue people. His death grieves me deeply. Please allow me to keep watch here overnight to express my respects for Dashi Bian!"

Changsun Bubai, knowing that this lad was about to put on a show, agreed to let Zhang San stay behind to keep watch and left himself.

The surrounding people who heard Zhang San’s words, many being foreign envoys unaware of the true situation, were actually somewhat moved.

Little did they know, at that moment Zhang San found a spot to sit down, pretending to be grief-stricken, but in reality, he was stealthily peering through a small hole that had been revealed in the coffin.

And inside, hidden and using a Rune Array to completely conceal his presence, Dashi Bian was also looking to the outside.

Sure enough, the Evil God Brothers were right!

He who comes to my funeral and weeps sincerely for me is the one who supports me.

Those who did not come, or those who came and merely paid their respects hastily, obviously do not share my heart!

The methods of the Evil God Brothers are truly brilliant!