Qi Bei Prefecture, Governor's Mansion
Count Zhong Qin had planned to sleep soundly on his bed. However, he couldn't sleep soundly. There was a huge stone weighing down on his heart, and he found it hard to breathe.
"Boom boom!" All of a sudden, thunder boomed in the sky. Heavy rain started to fall. Count Zhong Qin was extremely frustrated. He stood up and put on his shoes as he paced around. He then thought to himself, 'I'm in the capital now. Have the Prefecture King and Pei Zi Yun entered the city?'
A bolt of lightning flashed across the sky, illuminating the entire room. Count Zhong Qin's heart tightened as he mumbled to himself, "Ying Prefecture has been conquered. I wonder how the Imperial Court will deal with this and reward them?"
The more he thought about it, the more frustrated he became. He then thought about the prisoners of war and the injured soldiers. He then hurried out of the room and called for his personal guards to patrol the area.
The rain was heavy. Count Zhong Qin was draped in a raincoat, and his personal guards were holding onto umbrellas. The ground was muddy and muddy, and it wasn't easy to walk.
"Who's there?" The guards outside the prisoners' camp heard the commotion and raised their spears. Their faces were filled with caution as they surveyed the area in front of them.
"It's me." Count Zhong Qin appeared in front of them. The guards took a closer look and realized that it was Count Zhong Qin. They then knelt down and greeted, "Greetings, Count Zhong Qin."
Count Zhong Qin had only arrived at the prisoners' camp for a short while when the officer in charge caught up to him.
"Let me take a look." Count Zhong Qin said. The officer's robes were slightly disheveled, and it was obvious that he had gotten up in a hurry. He then replied, "Yes, Count Zhong Qin."
Along the way, the prisoners' camp was heavily guarded. Count Zhong Qin looked at the camp and nodded his head, "You've done a good job!"
"Thank you for your compliment." When the officer heard Count Zhong Qin's compliment, he revealed a look of joy. Count Zhong Qin didn't speak further as he stood up and walked away. Several personal guards pulled a horse over and followed Count Zhong Qin. They rode all the way north of the city and arrived at the injured soldiers' camp.
He saw that the officer in charge wasn't around. Only his assistant was there. Count Zhong Qin didn't speak at first. He raised his lantern and checked every single tent. He noticed that the injured soldiers were being cleaned and bandaged with salt water. (This was a Daoist's invention). Those who were not severely injured had their bandages changed every few days until their wounds were healed.
Count Zhongqin took a look at the light injury camp. There was a simple bed placed there, and it was considered clean. When he arrived at the medium injury camp, the situation worsened.
When they arrived at the heavily injured area, they could smell the stench of blood and hear the cries of agony. They could even see the medics working busily. Count Zhongqin asked, "How are the injuries?"
The doctor shook his head and sighed, "There's a high chance that he won't be able to survive in the heavily injured area. I'm helpless as well, unless a Daoist joins in the treatment. But Daoist …"
His voice was filled with exhaustion. Count Zhongqin was speechless. The Daoist's treatment had a miraculous effect, but it was the same with the treatment.
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After a moment of silence, Count Zhong Qin stared at his assistant and asked coldly, with a hint of anger in his voice, "Where did your Commander go?"
The assistant saw that Count Zhong Qin was enraged and knelt down to report, "Count, Shangguan Lin Ye has gone out. He said that the camp was filled with the stench of blood. He has returned to his mansion to rest."
Count Zhong Qin was enraged. His face was expressionless as he said, "Tell him not to come. You shall be the Commander for now."
Everyone around was so frightened that they didn't dare to speak. Count Zhong Qin was furious as well. He suppressed his anger and stood up to return to his mansion. The moment he entered the mansion, someone reported, "Count, the Jun Wang has sent someone to deliver a memorial."
"Give it to me!" Count Zhong Qin spoke, his anger had yet to dissipate. It was late at night, and the wind was strong. Rain was pouring down onto the roof.
"Let's go to the study room." Count Zhong Qin said. When he was patrolling earlier, his boots were stained with mud. Even though he was wearing a raincoat and had an umbrella, he was completely soaked.
"Count, you have to change into dry clothes."
"Let's go to the study room!" Count Zhong Qin continued speaking. Seeing this, nobody dared to say anything. When they reached the study room, they hung up their clothes and asked, "Where's the memorial? Bring it to me! "
"Count, here's the memorial." As they spoke, someone walked over. He was dressed in silk robes, and had long eyebrows. He had a scholarly air about him. It was Count Zhong Qin's advisor, Li Jing. He smiled and asked, "Why is Count so angry?"
Li Jing handed a bamboo tube over. It had been raining heavily recently, and the memorial was kept in a bamboo tube to keep it waterproof. Count Zhong Qin took the bamboo tube and took a look. It was Pei Zi Yun's memorial.
"What's the meaning of your Highness handing me this memorial?" Count Zhong Qin frowned. Li Jing looked at him and asked, "Count, is there something important in the memorial?"
"Mm, I'll know once I read it." Count Zhong Qin laughed as he opened the memorial.
Li Jing stood by the side. The oil lamp in the study room was bright, and there was some wormwood in the corner of the room. It was raining outside, and the windows were open. When the wind blew, some rainwater splashed into the room.
Li Jing stepped forward and was about to close the window when he heard Count Zhong Qin's voice.
"Pa!" Count Zhong Qin slammed the table heavily as he stood up. His face was cold and pale. He took a few steps forward, his face was filled with anger.
"Count, what's wrong?" Li Jing said as he wiped the cold sweat off his forehead. Count Zhong Qin did not say anything. He held the booklet in his hand so tightly that his fingers turned blue. His face was deathly pale as he sat in his seat. After a long time, he let out a long sigh.
"Dong dong!" Someone knocked on the door. Count Zhong Qin's face turned cold as he heard a familiar voice. It was his housekeeper.
"Count, you're patrolling the camp on such a rainy night. I'm afraid you'll catch a cold. I've asked someone to brew some tea for you. Have some!" The old voice spoke, filled with concern. Hearing this, Count Zhong Qin's expression softened. The old housekeeper had followed Count Zhong Qin for over twenty years.
"Come in." Count Zhong Qin spoke as the old housekeeper pushed the door open. He held a pot in his hands, which was steaming hot and had a fragrant aroma.
"Count Zhong Qin, the weather is cold. Take care of yourself. Madam and Young Master are waiting for you in the capital." The old housekeeper said as he poured the tea.
Hearing these words, the coldness in Count Zhong Qin's eyes faded. He closed his eyes and didn't speak.
"Uncle Fu, I haven't had tea for a long time. Did you bring it from home?" Count Zhong Qin asked as he took a sip.
"Yes, Count Zhong Qin. The tea was made by Madam before she left. She said that Count Zhong Qin didn't pay attention to the wind and rain. She asked me to prepare it for you."
Hearing the old housekeeper's words, Count Zhong Qin took a sip and put the bowl back. "Uncle Fu, you can leave first."
"Yes!" The old housekeeper turned around and left. Seeing that he was far away, Count Zhong Qin didn't say anything. He just handed the memorial to Li Jing.
Li Jing took the memorial and read it carefully. He thought that there would be bad news about Count Zhong Qin, but he didn't see any. Instead, he reported Count Zhong Qin's achievements. But why did Count Zhong Qin have such an expression?
He then asked carefully, "Count Zhong Qin, to be honest, this memorial is very fair. Count Zhong Qin's achievements have all been reported. Is there anything wrong with it?"
Li Jing's face was filled with hesitation and confusion.
Seeing Li Jing's careful expression, Count Zhong Qin sighed, "Do you think that I'm jealous of Pei Zi Yun?"
Count Zhong Qin took another sip of the tea. It was still a little hot. He then placed it down and said, "I'm afraid."
"Count Zhong Qin, I don't understand. What is fear?" Li Jing asked, his eyes were filled with doubt.
Seeing that Li Jing didn't understand, Count Zhong Qin stood up and paced back and forth, "Ji Bei Hou is dead. The chaos in Ying Prefecture has been quelled. Look at Pei Zi Yun. Ever since he received his orders, he set up a net around the capital city, forming an iron curtain. This was what he said.
Count Zhong Qin continued pacing back and forth as he looked out of the window. Under the heavy rain, he could see the trees and flowers trembling. Only the sound of the gong could be heard. He sighed, "This man has always been talented. It's said that the Governor of Ying Prefecture's plan to exterminate the pirates was written by him. Now that I've seen it, he's indeed extraordinary."
"When we reached Ying Prefecture, he ordered us to sink all the merchant ships that reached Ying Prefecture. He also ordered us to restrain the Ying Prefecture Navy. When we reached the North, he ordered me to defend the city and restrain Ji Bei Hou's forces. This was so that Ji Bei Hou wouldn't be able to react in time."
"Because of this, he took care of Yuan An County and Pinghu County. Because of that, the avalanche was formed. Although he used a special plan to deal with Ji Bei Hou, without this plan, the outcome would have been decided."
"I've followed the Emperor on expeditions to the south and the north, and have seen many people. I've seen this man take care of Ji Bei Hou, and he was flawless. Even if I were to replace him, how could he be as flawless?"
When Li Jing heard Count Zhong Qin's words, his throat turned dry as he swallowed his saliva. He didn't know how to reply. Count Zhong Qin then continued, "After defeating Ji Bei Hou's forces, this man and I have a grudge against each other. Yet when you read the report, you were humble and didn't mention anything about it. Not only did you give credit to the other generals, you didn't lose out to me at all. You were just and honorable.
"Boom!" Outside the window, lightning flashed across the sky. The wind and rain blew against the trees, causing the rain to become heavier.
Li Jing asked softly, "Master Hou, what you're saying is that Pei Zi Yun's actions were too meticulous. That's why Master Hou is worried about the Imperial Court, and suspects that Dao Master Pei has ill intentions towards the Imperial Court?"
"Ai" Count Zhong Qin listened to Li Jing's words and nodded his head. He then took a few steps forward, "Such a talent, if he were to lean towards the Imperial Court, it would be beneficial to the country and its people. But if he were to betray the Imperial Court, it would be a huge problem. Even in a peaceful world, he would be able to stir up trouble."
"The world has already been decided, yet such a person has appeared. Is this a disaster, or a blessing?"
Li Jing then understood that Count Zhong Qin had placed too much importance on Pei Zi Yun, and thought that he had the power to threaten the Imperial Court. He couldn't help but feel a chill run down his spine.
Count Zhong Qin then continued, "If Pei Zi Yun was an ordinary person, then I wouldn't care. But he's a Daoist, and is not afraid of fire or water. He's even close to the Crown Prince. Adding on the fact that he's skilled in both literature and martial arts, it would be a disaster. I'm not doing this out of selfishness, but for the sake of the country.
As he spoke, Count Zhong Qin lit a lantern and began to write. Li Jing wanted to speak, but swallowed his saliva and didn't dare to. Count Zhong Qin's heart was filled with killing intent, and he couldn't dissuade him.
Count Zhong Qin didn't speak, as he continued to write. From time to time, he would stop and think. The rain outside was still falling, and it seemed like it was getting heavier.
"Phew!" Li Jing let out a long sigh. Unknowingly, his entire back was drenched in sweat.
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