Chapter 811: King Song Moves!
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Records of the Human Emperor Chapter 811: King Song Moves!

Chapter 811: King Song Moves!


Translated by: Hypersheep325

Edited by: Michyrr

"Mm."

King Song gave a slight nod. Fumeng Lingcha was the Qixi Protector-General, and enjoyed a high status and great influence. In his early years, he had had a chance to meet this Great General. Though this most senior of the Imperial Great Generals appeared crude and boorish, he was actually an exceptionally shrewd man.

The trusted aide that Fumeng Lingcha had dispatched from Qixi had been extremely careful, not taking the usual roads to the capital and traveling on many detours. Sometimes he would stop, sometimes he would turn around, and he would even occasionally make his way onto a completely different road. In short, trailing him was extremely troublesome. As he approached the capital, this subordinate became even more cautious, making a large detour so that he would enter through the southern gate instead of the western gate.

Subordinates emulated their superiors, and King Song was completely capable of seeing the characteristics of Fumeng Lingcha on this man.

"Bring out the drawing. Since that child Wang Chong views this matter with such importance and even entrusted me with it, I can't allow any mistakes. So many people go through the gates that Old Eagle's birds might not be able to keep up. Watch carefully. He can't be allowed to sneak into the city without our knowledge," King Song firmly said.

"Yes!" The old butler and a black-clothed expert with an icy expression replied in unison.

King Song was an Imperial Prince of the Great Tang, and after several generations, his house had built up a vast reserve of resources and many experts, not just the old butler. The black-clothed expert was one of them.

Time slowly passed, and as the darkness deepened, King Song and his party melded into the shadows, their presence dwindling into nothing. None of them moved, transforming into sculptures on the side of the road. After some time, when the gates were almost about to close, the turbid eyes of the old butler suddenly began to

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