He said, "This medicine guide—the head on Huang Hao's neck."

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone was shocked. Zhang Yi and others almost instinctively glanced at the edge of the tent.

They were amazed not only by the youth's confession but also by his audacity and fearlessness.

When Jiang Wei heard this name, the bamboo scroll in his hand almost snapped.

He had long wanted this traitorous official of the country to die. However, the current Huang Hao was not the same as the little eunuch who used to be submissive in front of Fei Yi and Dong Yun. He was now the Minister of the Palace Secretariat and the Commandant of the Palace Chariots and Cavalry. He had the emperor's favor and had numerous followers. He could even plot to establish a Grand General. Even the emperor's own younger brother, Prince Ganling, hadn't been able to see the emperor for over ten years because he had offended Huang Hao.

It was incredibly difficult to kill this villain.

It's not like they hadn't tried before.

But when Jiang Wei made a desperate attempt to request the emperor to execute Huang Hao, the emperor just smiled and told him not to imitate Dong Yun, not even tolerating a low-ranking courtier like him.

And after his failure, he became a thorn in the side of the powerful officials.

The supplies for the Northern Expedition were severely affected.

Even the military reports were not taken seriously and couldn't be delivered to the emperor.

Jiang Wei clenched his fist, regretting that he had no master behind him. Despite his sincere devotion, loyalty, and aspirations, what could he do?

Now, Huang Hao had great power in the court. Even Zhuge Liang's son, Zhuge Zhan, had to show some respect when meeting him, and his situation was even more difficult.

Liao Hua shook his head and said, "Sir, you don't know. Huang Hao is the emperor's favored minister and trusted confidant. He has the emperor's approval for everything. In the past, I asked General Zong, the Chief General of the Garrison, to visit Marquis Zhuge's residence together, but even someone as prestigious as General Zong refused... Who else can stand beside the emperor with a clear conscience?"

Zhang Yi spat with hatred, "Eunuch!"

Jiang Wei slowly shook his head and said, "Dealing with him is very difficult, unless it's Heaven's will—"

For example, if Huang Hao were to die of old age or illness.

The youth smiled and said, "Instead of waiting for Heaven's will, why not take matters into our own hands?"

The youth's smile now carried the benevolence of an elder.

When an elder bestows something, one dare not refuse.

"General, you have always been devoted to the Han Dynasty, exerting all your efforts. Although this small gift is a bit late, it has arrived. Please accept it, General."

A heavy summer rain poured down, and the pounding raindrops on the tent sounded like drums.

The youth was about to leave when the expressions of the people changed. Zhang Yi's long sword suddenly unsheathed and rested on the youth's shoulder, but Jiang Wei held the blade in his hand.

The youth seemed unaware, with the icy blade so close to his neck. He smiled and said to the outside of the tent, "Come in."

The rainwater flowed into the tent along with the newcomer, and no one spoke.

Everyone was awestruck by the person who walked steadily into the tent.

The aging Liao Hua stood up.

Fu Jian's face showed astonishment.

Zhang Yi's sword drooped, and he looked at the youth in disbelief.