Zhang San, please behave yourself!
Chapter 566 - 528: A Loving Tujue Family!

Chapter 566: Chapter 528: A Loving Tujue Family!

Before dawn had even broken, Changsun Bubai heard voices cursing throughout the camp.

And the voice, no matter how he listened, seemed to be Sharlobi’s.

Changsun Bubai called Bai Dushu from outside the tent and asked, "What’s going on? What’s happened to Sharlobi?"

Bai Dushu replied, "We’ve just received word that a two-hour period ago, someone discovered the third prince Xing Luohou of Khan Muzhen leaving this place with his own men, heading straight east."

"Sharlobi just found out that it wasn’t just Xing Luohou’s men leaving, but also some tribes along with them."

"Apparently, since last night, many tribes have started following Xing Luohou, migrating together towards the southeast."

Although Changsun Bubai didn’t understand why Xing Luohou had left with his men as if on a Dashi Bian, he guessed that this must be Zhang San’s doing.

"Alright, I’ve got it. Go and call Zhang San over," said Changsun Bubai.

Bai Dushu was shocked and said in a low voice, "Military Envoy, it’s still dark out. General Zhang San is probably still sleeping."

"Nonsense! I know he’s sleeping, that’s why I’m telling you to call him! Do you think I’m looking to discuss matters with him? I can’t sleep, so neither should he!"

Although Bai Dushu didn’t understand the logic, he obediently did as told and fetched Zhang San.

Zhang San, yawning, walked into Changsun Bubai’s sleeping tent and gestured to Bai Dushu behind him, "Go get something to eat."

After Bai Dushu left, Changsun Bubai asked, "Did you also coax Xing Luohou into leaving?"

Zhang San said with a serious face, "What do you mean by ’coax him into leaving’?"

"Could Sharlobi, who could kill his own elder brother for the Khan’s position, not also kill his younger third brother? This is saving a life!"

"Moreover..."

Speaking, Zhang San took out a letter written by Xing Luohou from the Gluttonous Bag. It was for Kaihuang.

Changsun Bubai unfolded it and couldn’t help but express shock.

"You! You actually sent Xing Luohou north of Longwang Road! The original tribes there will inevitably go to war with them!"

Zhang San nodded and said, "I know that! Why else would I send Xing Luohou there? He indeed needs new territory, but we also need a Tujue that can act as a hunting dog at our side, not a jackal that bites."

"Xing Luohou leaving with his men and taking along other tribes equates to a complete break with Sharlobi."

"But it’s not a given they can afford to fight. In case brotherly affection prevails and they reunite, that would be to our disadvantage."

"So we must first weaken Xing Luohou’s forces."

"Once Xing Luohou’s power diminishes, he will inevitably fear being devoured by Sharlobi. At that point, whatever Sharlobi says will be futile! With just a little help from us, Xing Luohou and his tribes will surely become loyal to the Great Sui."

Changsun Bubai nodded slightly but was still somewhat worried and said softly, "But this move of yours is too risky. Plus, you don’t know the exact situation north of Longwang Road. What if you mess up Kaihuang’s original plan?"

Zhang San curled his lips and said, "He didn’t tell me his original plan, so how can I know if I’ll disrupt it. In any case, I’ve now divided the Tujue into three. This was not easy to accomplish! Although I’d like to divide it further, but..."

Suddenly remembering something, Zhang San turned to Changsun Bubai and asked, "By the way, you mentioned that Ding Kucha is greedy and arrogant but only moderately capable, and Kucha Shahhan is his younger brother, right?"

Changsun Bubai, observing Zhang San’s expression, already knew what Zhang San was calculating next.

"Although the old man has only moderate ability, he’s managed to survive in the grasslands for so many years, he’s obviously got some skills. If you plan to coax him, I fear it won’t be easy."

Zhang San chuckled and said, "He’s smart, but is his brother smart? I think that Kucha Shahhan is nothing but diaper cloth material! I have a plan for this, just wait for my good news."

Today, the mourning for Khan Muzhen must continue.

However, when the envoys from various countries arrived, they noticed that the total number of tribal leaders and representatives present today seemed to have decreased from yesterday.

It felt like almost half were missing yesterday, and today it seems like a third of that half has vanished as well.

And when Xing Luohou left, everyone heard about it.

Seeing the Tujue tribal confederation begin to fall apart in less than seven days after the death of Khan Muzhen, the envoys from the various countries were sincerely pleased, although their facial expressions remained somber and sad.

At noon today, following custom, the Principal Officer in charge of the funeral had to host a meal for the envoys from the various countries.

In fact, this Principal Officer is practically the next Khan.

However, Dashi Bian had left, Xing Luohou had left, and it was said that Sharlobi had taken people to pursue Xing Luohou.

For a moment, not even a Principal Officer could be found, and in the end, it fell to Kucha Shahhan, one of Sharlobi’s men, to entertain everyone on behalf of Sharlobi.

"Thank you all for coming to mourn our Khan Muzhen! Today, at noon, we honor our distant friends with the most lavish meat and wine of the grassland! Raise your glasses!"

If Sharlobi were here, everyone would have raised their glasses already.

But now, with only one of Sharlobi’s subordinates here, many kept their cups on the table. Apart from some Tujue tribal leaders and representatives, the envoys from various countries hardly reacted at all.

Kucha Shahhan hadn’t expected such disrespect and he slammed the table, angrily saying, "Today, I represent Prince Sharlobi. He is the future Khan of the grasslands! Do you realize refusing this drink means disrespecting the future Khan Sharlobi!"

At these words, many envoys began to hesitate.

While it was fun to watch the Tujue make fools of themselves, after all, the Tujue were still much stronger than their own countries, and there was no need to offend them.

But at that moment, Zhang San let out a cold laugh.

"Is it possible that today, by not drinking this drink, we’re not disrespecting Sharlobi, but rather disrespecting you?"

As soon as Kucha Shahhan heard this, he was instantly annoyed and stood up to roar at Zhang San, "What did you say?"

Zhang San, smiling coldly, replied, "I heard that the position of Khan should have originally gone to Dashi Bian, but fearing persecution by Sharlobi, he fled west with a large number of tribes."

"Now, I hear that Xing Luohou has also fled with his men to the east."

"Even Prince Sharlobi himself has personally led a pursuit to kill him!"

"What a loving Tujue family affair this is!"

Hearing Zhang San’s words, Kucha Shahhan was fuming with rage and kicked the table in front of him over, striding angrily towards Zhang San.

"Sui person, you’re courting death!"

Zhang San continued, "I’m courting death? Even if Sharlobi isn’t here today, if a well-respected Tujue leader appeared, we would acknowledge him. But instead, we get you, a fledgling with barely a few days’ growth, expecting to shoulder the great responsibility of hosting us envoys. With your lightweight worth, do you think you can handle it? I say, it’s you who’s courting death!"

As Zhang San spoke, he too stood up from behind the table.

Changsun Bubai, watching Zhang San’s actions, had already guessed what Zhang San was up to and said to Bai Dushu beside him, "Notify our people below to discreetly get ready. Today, we might have to return... erm... make our escape back to Great Sui!"

Bai Dushu nodded slightly, realizing that following Zhang San was indeed a heart-stopping