"Really? I think not, Junior Brother Meng De, cough, cough..."
Han Wenxin suddenly coughed violently twice and said, "Junior brother, I know you want to delay until my injury relapses. But you should know, before I set out, I had already dispatched someone with a personal letter from me, urging the horse to gallop to the Divine Capital. The letter outlines various doubts about Zhang Qian Ding and my suspicions about his identity. If I come to no harm, Zhang Qian Ding still has a chance.
If I die en route, Zhang Qian Ding, and the person behind you all, wanting to use the Sixth Prince will be absolutely impossible."
"Moreover, junior brother now knows that I am a follower of the Cangsheng Sect and have leverage over me. We both hold each other's weaknesses and can use them to our advantage. How does that sound?"
