One must admit that Situ’s plan to assassinate the Chancellor was flawless.

Every step intricately linked,

not even ten Dong Zhuos could escape death.

Situ waved his white hand leisurely: "Once the old thief is dead, Diao Chan will belong to the General!"

I nodded and walked out of Situ's mansion amidst the blood-red setting sun.

My palms slowly began to sweat coldly; this was a feeling I had never experienced before preparing to kill anyone.

I wasn't afraid of failing to kill this person; rather, I feared that I would actually kill him.

This person was my foster father who treated me very well.

But the old thief stole my "potato"...

I sat in the wilderness, hesitating for a whole day.

I remembered I held Ding Yuan’s head and went to pay respects to Dong Zhuo. Dong Zhuo, a local overlord, actually bowed to me first.

The golden armor he gave me is now on my body.

The Red Hare he gave me is now between my legs.

He often invited me alone to family feasts in his mansion.

He led the courtiers to the Marquis Wen's mansion to celebrate Feiyu's hundredth day.

He allowed me to freely choose women in Meiwu...

Women...

Foster father, you shouldn't have put my woman in your bed!

You damned old thief who deserves a thousand cuts...

I alternated between anger and laughter on my face.

I still have a choice; I could kill Wang Yun and go to my foster father to claim the credit.

The world is vast; I could still find another "potato."

Should I kill Wang Yun?

Kill Dong Zhuo?

Kill Wang Yun...

Kill Dong Zhuo...

As the jade rabbit rose in the east, I looked up at the moon.

I remembered that night when Diao Chan looked up at the sky, and the full moon suddenly dimmed...

How could there be so many "potatoes" in this world?

How could there be a potato that even the moon wishes to avoid?

I howled loudly at the moon: "Diao Chan! My Diao Chan!"

A sinister voice echoed: "Your Diao Chan? Your Diao Chan will be taken to the brothel in Meiwu by the Chancellor tomorrow."

Without turning around, I knew the speaker was the lackey Li Su.

Never underestimate these lackeys.

Sun Ce of Jiangdong was such a hero, but he eventually died at the hands of Xu Gong's three servants.

And in Situ's double-insurance plan, I was tasked with stabbing Dong Zhuo's throat with my halberd, while Li Su was responsible for beheading Dong Zhuo immediately after.

Too lazy to deal with him, I said nothing and walked deeper into the wilderness.

Three days later, I returned to Marquis Wen's mansion, and tomorrow morning, Dong Zhuo would return to Chang'an from Meiwu.

I believe that many people in Chang'an, like me, would be sleepless tonight.

Before dawn, I ordered a servant to call the mute and bald head from the kitchen.

I found a length of white cloth and wrote a large "Lu" character on it with wolf hair brush.

I gestured to the mute: go to Weiyang Street in the morning, and you will see a big-headed man with a high crown and long robe passing by; hold up this white cloth in front of him and shake it three times to deliver the message. I will give you fifty taels of silver, and after the task is done, go as far away as you can and never return to Chang'an.

Before the mute left, I added—find a hat to wear, and disguise yourself as a Taoist.

Dong Zhuo must pass through Weiyang Street to attend court, but I don't know if he will understand the meaning of this gesture.

I don't know if I hope he can divine that he will die by my hands.

This gesture is my last bit of gratitude to my foster father, Dong Zhuo.

Foster father, whether you can escape this calamity depends on fate!

After all, in this chaotic era, everyone who gets involved believes in this saying: "The complicated world is endless, and fate is inescapable."