PFC Chapter 164 Duke Wu Spits Blood
Chapter 164 Duke Wu Spits Blood
As she spoke, she handed Dongfang Jin a down jacket, saying, "I've checked it by sight, this one is quite warm, wear more layers inside and out."
Dongfang Jin took the down jacket; she had bought it when she and her friends went skiing in Harbin.
Unfortunately, even though I had all the equipment bought, I couldn't go.
I put on a mask and hat, covering myself up completely.
Ruyi said, "Be careful. I'll show you the way. The guards in this mansion are lazy. As long as you don't make any noise, they won't be alerted."
Dongfang Jin gave her an OK sign: "I understand," and then left.
Ruyi: [Jin-jie, head northwest, there are good things there.]
Looking around, Dongfang Jin could only see a faint glimmer of light from the snow on the ground; she really couldn't tell which way to go.
Is northwest the left or the right direction?
As one wishes……
How did I catch it from Jun Qirui?
Walk straight ahead, turn left at the intersection, and walk to the end of the road.
Dongfang Jin walked quickly in the direction it pointed. It was around 9:30 at night, and the Yongzhou prefecture seemed rather desolate.
[This place is indeed desolate. This Cao Baishun is quite clever; in such a large mansion, only one-third of the living space is used.]
Dongfang Jin thought to himself, this is just a smokescreen. Zheng Sihan's old tricks have already made the dragon robe, so his confidants have to keep a low profile.
While she was robbing money in Yongzhou Prefecture, the capital was bustling with unprecedented activity.
People flocked to the Duke of Wu's mansion to pay their respects, and the entrance was always packed with onlookers.
Rewind time to the imperial palace.
Emperor Shengde checked the time; it was already late afternoon. He had already wasted a whole day and wondered how Long San and the others were doing with their investigation.
Thinking about it, I gave Anshun a look.
He pressed his head, then suddenly stood up and left angrily.
We have to go all out with this act; we can't let that old scoundrel Zheng Sihan discover anything amiss.
He has been doing this every day without fail these past few days, but today he seemed more impatient and at a loss than usual.
These behaviors would be considered normal in front of those people.
Anshun immediately understood, stepped forward and stared at a helpless, seemingly lifeless face, looking at the ministers present.
He perfectly portrayed that helpless and sorrowful expression: "My lords, shall we stop here for today?"
As you all have seen, the snow disaster in Dongzhou and the meager supplies sent to Longhu Pass... sigh... we still have no clue what to do.
His Majesty has been very restless lately, and I hope you can all come up with a good solution.
Duke Wu stared in the direction Emperor Shengde had left, a hint of coldness flashing in his eyes. He then glanced at Prince Dun Cang Nanxi, Imperial Tutor Mu Yanting, and Duke Zhenguo Helian Zhen opposite him.
Without saying a word, he flicked his sleeve, turned and left, waiting for the day when he would deal with each and every one of them.
As soon as he turned around, several officials from his party also left.
After they had gone far away, Prince Dun sat down and stared at the screen in the council hall: "Yuan'er, come out."
Upon hearing this, the Imperial Tutor and the Duke of Zhenguo also looked in the direction of the screen.
Emperor Shengde, with his handsome face that resembled that of a god descended to earth, walked out from behind the screen with a beaming smile.
He was accompanied by Changsun Lan, Hua Yunshu, Helian Shuo, and Long Yi.
"Uncle, teacher, old general, please have a seat."
When Prince Dun saw Changsun Lan and Helian Shuo, he knew that the fact that they were half an hour later than usual today was probably related to the Duke of Wu's mansion.
Prince Dun, with his sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, exuded an imposing aura that rivaled even Emperor Shengde's. He looked at the group of people who had emerged and asked, "Yuan'er, do you know who caused the commotion at the Duke of Wu's mansion?"
Emperor Shengde shook his head: "Imperial Uncle, Yuan doesn't know, but he does know that the Duke of Wu's mansion was robbed."
Imperial Tutor Mu Yanting was a kind man. He looked at them with a benevolent smile on his face. His wrinkled eyes appeared especially kind in his smile, like a big tree that could shelter them from the wind and rain.
When he heard the emperor say this, he made up his mind. Cang Lingyuan could be said to have grown up under his wing, and he knew his every move better than anyone else.
He asked with a smile, "Who's so capable that they could steal something from his house amidst layers of secret guards?"
Emperor Shengde felt a pang of guilt as he faced the kind old man, but still shook his head.
Seeing his expression, Mu Yanting smiled again, but he could guess what was going on. However, he was very satisfied with Cang Lingyuan's actions.
Prince Dun looked at Long Yi with an unquestionable tone: "What was that explosion all about? Don't tell me you don't know."
They've been searching for something at the Duke of Wu's mansion these past few days; don't think he doesn't know.
Long Yi knelt on one knee: "Your Highness, I know some things, but I'm not sure."
So he recounted in detail what had happened at the Duke of Wu's mansion at dawn.
However, they didn't say they were looking for the dragon robe; they just said they heard that spies from another country had infiltrated the Duke of Wu's mansion.
They were secretly searching for the man's hiding place, which was the story they had agreed upon with their lord.
Prince Dun stared at Long Er, frowning. He felt that the boy wasn't telling the truth, but he didn't pursue the matter too much.
"You're saying the person who told you to retreat was Long Er?"
Almost as soon as he finished speaking, a man in black suddenly appeared in the hall, knelt down on one knee, and before the emperor could speak, he hurriedly reported: "Your Majesty, the Duke of Wu vomited blood and fainted at the palace gate, and was hurriedly taken away by Zheng Lunian."
Emperor Shengde leaned forward, his peach blossom eyes narrowed, exuding an imposing aura even without anger: "Oh, did you hear what they were saying?"
"It was Duke Zheng Lunian. When he saw Duke Zheng come out, he quickly stepped forward and whispered a few words in his ear. I don't know what they said, but then Duke Zheng vomited blood."
After he said that, everyone fell silent.
Changsun Lan then spoke up: "Today, Long Wu's men have been frequently reporting that the Wu State Duke's mansion has lost quite a lot of things."
I heard that the warehouses near the kitchen are practically ransacked, with every last penny taken, and as for anything important…
Long Yi emphasized, "Prince Lan, several shops on White Tiger Street were also robbed and left empty."
Emperor Shengde tapped his fingers rhythmically on the table. After a while, he looked at Changsun Lan and said, "Qingchen, I'm leaving this matter to you. Go and see what that old scoundrel lost that made him so angry that he vomited blood."
Changsun Lan looked at him: "Your Majesty, aren't you going to summon Long Er back?"
If we recall him, we can find out the answer with a simple question. Why would he bother investigating? He doesn't have enough manpower right now.
Just as Emperor Shengde was about to speak, another shadow guard appeared: "Your Majesty, almost all the guards of the Duke of Wu's mansion have been mobilized. Some of them are conducting a large-scale search in the city in secret, and several teams of guards have been sent to the outskirts of the city."
Duke Zhenguo Helian Zhen's eyes were sharp as he stroked his white beard, his aura domineering and imposing: "Haha, it seems that old scoundrel Zheng Sihan has lost something of extraordinary value."
Vomiting blood? What did you lose?
Emperor Shengde and Changsun Lan exchanged a glance. It seemed that someone had stolen the dragon robe.
I hope so, but if it really is like that...
The Imperial Tutor and Prince Dun observed the dispute unfolding before their eyes. The Imperial Tutor stroked his beard with an air of composure, chuckling to himself. It seemed that it was indeed related to that girl.
Jingkong is right; everything should be left to its natural course.
It seems that Heaven still favors Donglin. Thinking this, he looked at Cang Lingyuan. This child is crying. As the eldest son, he has been secretly harmed by those people from childhood to adulthood.
Although they always managed to escape danger, each time they were on the verge of death.
Thinking of the mess left by the late emperor, he sighed silently.
He now prays that Zheng Sihan will fall, so that his son and brothers will also fall into chaos, and perhaps the Duke of Wu's mansion will also decline.