"I ordered you to arrest Songs quickly by any means and send him to Mandalay. If the situation does not allow the escort of the living, the dead can be too. It is best not to cause major conflicts in this process!"

Dioc put down the book in his hand. This was an order from the Privy Council. Behind the last line of the letter were neatly signed, and those were the great nobles in the Privy Council. According to the practice of Myanmar in the past, if His Majesty the King was the supreme leader of the kingdom, then the Privy Council composed of great nobles and monks was another core of power in the kingdom. Most of the king's orders must be implemented smoothly through the Privy Council. The new king must also be recognized by the Privy Council. For example, after the pseudo-gun who usurped the throne not long ago, he immediately convened the Privy Council after his completion to win the recognition of the nobles and monks. At this time, Dioc, instead of the new Burmese army, received this letter, and the meaning of it was very interesting.

"This Songzan is undoubtedly the object of hatred by the nobles of all Burmese. It is no wonder that the guys in the Privy Council want his life, but why did they send me a letter instead of the new army of the Kingdom or the Shun army outside the city? You must know that there are many soldiers in that Songzan! Could it be that these nobles acted on their backs with the eldest princess and His Majesty the King?" Dioke thought secretly. As far as he knew, the new army trained after the new king ascended the throne was completely relied on the training and formation of the Shun army, and it was difficult for the nobles to do so.

Insert it. Some of the new troops who entered Bagan City not long ago had a very ambiguous attitude. They just controlled the areas around Bagan City and restored the local order, but did not launch an attack on the rebel army led by Songsan as required by the nobles, confiscated weapons and recaptured the land divided by the peasants. In connection with such an ambiguous behavior, a thought suddenly flashed in Diocke's mind - did the Privy Council and His Majesty the Princess have a conflict?

At this moment, a burst of footsteps came from outside the door, and then a gorgeous servant appeared at the door. Behind him was a man in rags standing there, scratching his head and arms from time to time, as if his body was covered with fleas. The servant bowed gracefully to Diochesh and whispered: "Master, this man wants to see you, and he said there is something important to report to you!"

"Very good! You can go down!" Dioc made a gesture to his servant. When the servant stepped down, he asked in a low voice: "Well, what do you want to tell me?"

The ragged man shrank his neck and asked, "Master, I heard you are willing to pay a lot of money to buy useful news?"

"Yes, as long as your news is valuable, I will offer a high price. You will definitely not get it elsewhere!" Dioc looked at the man in front of him with interest. It was obvious that the man in front of him was a typical rogue proletariat. He relied on various means that others despise and betrayal to make a living. After Dioc returned to Bagan this time, he learned from the lessons he learned last time and spent a lot of money to collect intelligence. Not only did he send some trustworthy servants to wander around the city every day, but he also made a reward in the underworld to obtain information from these rogue proletariats.

"Song Gan was captured by Shunjun!"

"What?" Diocho stood up from behind the desk and touched a stack of letters on the edge of the table all over the floor, but he was completely unaware of it.

"How do you know? When did Shunjun capture it!"

The man swallowed with some fear and whispered in a low voice: "Master, you said there are rewards!"

Dioc snorted coldly, and he walked to the wall, opened a small closet, took out a purse from it, threw it into the man's arms, and said in a deep voice: "There are three hundred silver coins in this place. If you verify that your news is true, you can also get the same amount of gold coins from me!"

The man opened the purse, took out a silver coin carefully, looked in front of him, blew it hard, put it in his ear and listened carefully, then carefully put the silver coin in his purse, stuffed it into his arms, and whispered: "Master, that's the case--"

It turned out that this man was a beggar. His youngest brother followed Song Chan to participate in the uprising not long ago. This time, one of the few followers who followed Song Chan to attend the talks. After Song Chan was detained, the young man fled to his brother. After the news from his brother, the man felt it was very valuable, so he ran to Dioc on his back to report, hoping to make a fortune.

"So that's the case!" Dioc nodded and lowered his head to think. The man looked at Dioc in contemplative with hope and asked, "Master, can I get my reward?"

"Can you tell me your name?"

"Pudong, the villain's name is Pudong!"

"Wu Pudong!" Dioc glanced at Pudong who was a little flattered: "You should know the rules. There is no basis for empty words. I can't give you gold coins just by your empty words-"

Pudong immediately became anxious and shouted loudly: "Master, all I said just now is the truth! You can go to those Chinese barbarians to verify!"

"Wu Pudong, if I am not sure, it is impossible to go to the Chinese to verify. Do you understand? They are not easy to talk to!" Dioc interrupted the other party: "There is only one way now, that is, to invite your younger brother here. Since he is Song Chan's follower, it is not difficult to confirm from him whether what you said is true!"

"Master, this--" Pudong immediately hesitated. If it was said that betraying Songzan had no moral burden for him, betraying his younger brother would be a completely different thing. Seeing the other party's appearance, Dioke sneered and stood up and said, "Wu Pudong, if you take me to see your younger brother once, make the matter clear, these gold coins are yours!" Dioke took out another purse from the cabinet and weighed it in his hand. The purse made a crisp sound. Pudong's greedy eyes suddenly accumulated on the purse.

"If you don't take me there, it's a deception to me. At that time, you will not only not get the money, but you will also be punished!" Dioc's voice suddenly became stern: "I think you should know what kind of punishment you will get when you deceive the nobles, right?"

Pudong's feet softened, and he fell to the ground with a thump, sweat on his forehead was like rain. The noble majesty he had witnessed in the past immediately appeared in front of him. He replied in a trembling voice: "I understand!"

"Very good!" Dioc gently patted Putong's shoulder: "What you should do is depend on yourself!"

Pudong raised his head tremblingly and asked, "Master, my brother and I should be fine, right?"

"Haha!" Dioc laughed twice and asked in a deep voice: "You should know what I am. What I am looking for is Songgan. What are you two worthy of me causing trouble for you?"

"Okay!" Pudong gritted his teeth and said in a deep voice: "I'll take you there!"

"That's right!" Dioc smiled and threw the purse into Putong's arms, and said with a smile: "You won't regret it!"

Four hours later, Dioc frowned and walked out of a dark room. Behind him, a servant arched his back slightly and followed carefully.

"You go and clean up those two guys and find a secluded place to bury them. Also, I'm going to visit Lord Badu outside the city later, you can prepare it for me!"

"Yes, lord!" The servant responded respectfully: "When it's darker, I'll throw it into the pond outside the south of the city. Put two extra stones in the sack, and then sink it to the bottom if it's thrown down, no one knows!"

Dioc nodded, and at this time he turned a corner, and the light shone in from outside, making him find some blood on his clothes. He frowned: "When will the clothes be dirty? Come and get me a new one, don't delay it!"
Chapter completed!