Why do I have so many masters?

The entire Jianghu of Parthia was thrown into chaos.

And not just Jianghu.

In the several hundred years since the founding of Parthia, nothing like this had ever happened—a Martial Artist wiping out an entire army, forcibly breaking through the city gates, and even smashing the gates and plaques symbolizing the military achievements of Parthia's feudal lords.

This was almost unprecedented in history.

And this scene was witnessed by more than three thousand people.

The face of Parthia's lords was practically shattered on the spot.

King Balman of Parthia was furious that day.

...

The Royal City, the Royal Mansion.

The retainer of the Royal Mansion walked out of the main hall.

Two men were carrying a stretcher, on which lay the beautiful face of a consort.

But this once proud beauty was now completely devoid of life, with a ghastly wound at her temple, and her once vibrant eyes now utterly dim, full of disbelief.

It seemed that even in death, she couldn't fathom that the king, who had always pampered her, would become angry with her over just a few words.

Muted footsteps emerged from the main hall of the Royal Mansion.

Then went far away.

The maids witnessing the scene turned slightly pale.

The fifth.

This was the fifth one in half a month.

It started with a maid.

Because the tea she served was slightly too hot and displeased the king, she was directly dragged out by her hair and smashed against the wall, dying on the spot.

Then it was a retainer.

A household servant.

A concubine.

And now, even a concubine officially registered in the Royal Palace was angrily executed over a verbal offense, dying with open eyes.

No one knew who might be the next to die.

In the resplendent and grand Royal Palace during this time, only silence and death remained. Everyone walked on eggshells, fearing that the slightest sound might lead to a furious beating by the king.

In the Royal Mansion, King Balman, towering like a valiant general on the battlefield, sat on the throne, with his right elbow on the armrest and his fingers on his forehead, his gaze lowered, and his breath heavy. He was like a hungry tiger, ready to pounce and devour at any moment.

In the corner beside him, was Jade Coral transported from Yuezhi.

At this moment, the treasure worth a fortune had been entirely shattered into pieces, with the part that should have been azure now covered in glaring blood.

No one dared to come in and clean up such a mess; the room was quiet and lifeless with only him inside.

About a quarter of an hour passed, and urgent footsteps were heard outside. King Balman's brow furrowed, a fierce look appeared in his eyes; he lifted his gaze to see a middle-aged man with a beard striding in.

Upon entering, the man immediately paid deep respects and bowed, saying:

"Minister, greets the king!"

King Balman recognized the man, and the anger in his eyes dissipated, replaced by a hint of exhaustion. Waving his hand, he said:

"Oh, it's you, Tai, what brings you here?"

The man rose but still did not dare to look up at him, respectfully saying:

"While outside, I heard of changes in the city, so I returned."

King Balman smirked to himself and said:

"Even you have heard the rumors. It seems this matter has reached the point where the whole world knows. Ha, naturally so, I wonder if my brother's seat on the throne feels uncomfortable, and he plans to kill his elder brother, so he can be at peace."

The man's expression slightly changed upon hearing this, and he stepped forward to softly admonish:

"Your Majesty, be careful with your words!"

King Balman shook his head indifferently and said, "Only you and I are here, so why worry about taboos? Even if it's not my brother who is king doing this, it's probably those uncles. Hey, on Parthia's side is Great Qin; the land is only this big, and there are only so many horses and men."

"They intend to strengthen themselves and can only think about how to cut some meat from their own people. This is an attempt to damage my reputation and bolster themselves."

"Haha, if that's the case, they've indeed accomplished it."

King Balman laughed twice, but his right fist slammed heavily.

The purple sandalwood table from the Central Plains beside him was directly shattered into pieces.

Looking at his face again, it was already full of rage.

The man standing below did not refute.

After spending several days traveling here, during this time, he had thought many times, considering who benefits the most from this matter as the most suspicious.

Then the conclusion is clear.

As the feudal lord with the highest status, the largest territory, and the strongest military in the Parthian Empire, King Balman had always been a thorn in the side and a pain to the other feudal lords, each wanting to bite off a large chunk from his vast lands.

Aside from this, that generous and steadfast King of Parthia was also suspect.

As the ruler of a nation, no matter how mild, he couldn't possibly tolerate another prestigious feudal lord existing, let alone when King Balman was quite disrespectful to him. Every three years during the hunt, he would mount the king's chariot and call him "my brother."

Besides these two, who else would have the motive to do such a thing?!

No one else.

But in such matters, King Balman as a great feudal lord has the right and status to think and say such things, while he, being an ordinary noble, couldn't speak it, even if certain in his heart. For now, he just smiled and said:

"What the king worries about, this humble one is too dull to fully understand."

"However, as for how to remedy this situation or even turn the tide, I have some strategies in mind. If the king has time, perhaps I could share them all, and if the king finds any of interest, he may choose one or two."