Jiang Pengji praised the Right Minister for his knowledge of Han culture. The assassin said "compliments from the magistrate of Liuzhou," but his eyes showed some disdain.
This disdain was not directed at Jiang Pengji, but at the Right Minister.
According to her speculation, the real messenger should have been intercepted and killed. Because the assassin and the messenger were similar in size, and to be safe, the assassin wore the messenger's clothes, carried the real blueprint, and went to the capital in a bamboo basket. He disguised himself as the messenger and tried to assassinate Jiang Pengji.
She did not suspect much about the real master of the assassin.
Jiang Pengji briefly explained her speculation. Sun Wen pondered for a while and already had a suspect in his heart.
"It's probably the third prince's man," Sun Wen said. "The third prince of the northern borderline studied under Wu Liba. This pair of master and disciple are rare smart people in the northern borderline. Because of Wu Liba's influence, the third prince is quite knowledgeable about Han culture. However, he also learned his master's temper. He's stubborn and arrogant, but he's loyal to the northern borderline. There shouldn't be anyone else besides him who could come up with an assassination plan at this juncture. "
If it wasn't for the lord's outstanding martial arts, she might have failed miserably.
The northern borderline was now an arrow at the end of its flight, and the nobles were fence-sitters. The possibility of them secretly defecting to the enemy was extremely high.
She never expected that someone would intercept the messenger and impersonate her to assassinate Jiang Pengji.
"Whether it's this person or not, I'll put this on his head." Someone had to take the blame for this matter. The third prince was the most suspicious person. If he didn't take the blame, who would? "I have to thank him. It just so happens that I have a ready-made excuse to slaughter all the nobles in the northern borderline."
As long as there was a good reason, the massacre was not a big deal.
Not to mention slaughtering all the nobles in the northern borderline and Guizhou, even killing more would be justifiable.
Other than that …
The nobles in the northern borderline were the richest. Plundering their family's wealth would fill up Jiang Pengji's private treasury.
The enemy had given her a ready-made excuse. If she didn't make good use of it, wouldn't she be letting herself down?
The veins on Sun Wen's eyebrows twitched. He glanced at the other three and realized that they were indifferent to the "slaughter" Jiang Pengji mentioned. Recalling Qiguan Rang, Wei Ci, and Feng Zhen's conduct, he felt that the lord was so lawless, more or less, because they connived her.
Even if he really wanted to slaughter them and plunder their wealth, he couldn't just say it out loud.
However, the lord was willful and the subordinates indulged her. Sun Wen could only turn a blind eye to it.
"It's too late today. Go and rest first. Send people to keep an eye on the movements in Royal City. If anyone "defected" again, capture them all. There is still a tough battle to fight. The nobles of the Northern Borderline know that there is no hope of defecting, so they will definitely find another way out. "
After a brief discussion, Jiang Pengji saw the sleep scars on Sun Wen and Qiguan Rang's faces. Her heart softened and she chased them away to sleep.
Feng Zhen and the others took their leave. Wei Ci also prepared to get up and leave, but he had barely taken two steps when he realized that his sleeve was being tugged at.
Wei Ci glanced at his sleeve. His line of sight followed the hand on the sleeve and moved up, just in time to meet his lord's eyes.
At this time, Feng Zhen and the other two had already left the main tent.
"My lord?"
Jiang Pengji said, "Didn't I say that I'll settle this with you in the future?"
She purposely emphasized a certain word.
Regardless of whether it was his previous life or his current one, Wei Ci had always been a person of great virtue. He was like a wisp of bright moon and cool breeze. When had he ever come into contact with such vulgar language?
Therefore, Wei Ci was stunned for a while before he understood Jiang Pengji's hint.
At that moment, he felt all the blood in his body rush to his head. His ears started to hallucinate.
"My lord … How can you say such vulgar words?"
Wei Ci did not believe that Jiang Pengji would mess around in the military camp. However, he could not just say flowery words, let alone such vulgar and vulgar words.
How could words and actions be the same!
Jiang Pengji smiled and teased him. "What vulgar? Is it the end? "
Wei Ci was speechless.
This was definitely not the His Majesty he knew …
However, Wei Ci had forgotten that even the His Majesty in his memory was Feng Zhen's gang of scoundrels. He drank with women and visited brothels.
At this moment, Jiang Pengji was just destroying Wei Ci's inner image of a god. She wanted him to know that the god in his heart was also a person.
After a while, Wei Ci left the main tent with a conflicted expression and returned to his own tent.
Not long after he left, a swift black shadow followed him back to the tent. The patrolling soldiers did not notice it at all.
Wei Ci looked at Jiang Pengji and sighed again and again.
"My lord, you have to go back once the sky is bright, so as not to cause panic among the people."
Wei Ci did not have the ability to sneak out of the main tent without arousing suspicion, but Jiang Pengji could sneak out of Wei Ci's tent without being discovered.
It was obvious that there was nothing going on between them, but they still acted like they were having an affair. Wei Ci was also mentally exhausted.
Jiang Pengji did not care so much.
The weather was still hot. Wei Ci's body temperature was relatively low. It was comfortable to hold him.
She had a good night's sleep. The third prince, who was still waiting for news, was in despair.
If the assassination was successful, the camp of the traitor Liu would be in chaos. However, after one night, the order of the camp remained the same.
It could be seen that the confidant he sent out had failed in the assassination.
Rubbing his sore and swollen eyes, the third prince walked with heavy steps to the court with a pair of reddened eyes and a green stubble.
Not only did the third prince not sleep for the whole night, but half of the ministers in the court could not sleep either.
They looked at the third prince with trepidation. They were afraid that he would spread the news that they had secretly colluded with the enemy.
If that happened, they would die in the hands of their own people before Jiang Pengji attacked.
What was surprising was that the third prince maintained his silence. He looked at the quarrel in the court coldly, like a wooden man.
Many old ministers earnestly persuaded the sixth prince.
"Acting Prince, in my opinion, we should surrender to the traitor Liu now. At least we can preserve some of our descendants so that we can make a comeback in the future."
The sixth prince was so angry that he laughed.
If they surrendered, the royal family of the Northern borderline would definitely be slaughtered.
The ministers in front of him could turn around and beg for mercy and flatter the traitor Liu. At the very least, they could preserve their glory and wealth.
On what basis?
On what basis?!
The royal family was nobler than them. On what basis should they use the blood of the royal family in exchange for the survival of these lowly people?
Anger brewed in the sixth prince's heart. Half of the ministers in the court were inclined to surrender.
They could not help but be anxious. The seventh and eighth princes had already reached their limits.
In other words, there was not much time left for the Northern borderline.
If they did not make a decision, once the two princes breathed their last, Jiang Pengji would lead the army to attack the royal city.
There was clearly a bright path in front of them. Why should they accompany the royal family to hell?
In order to appease their anger, a few old ministers were willing to help hide the blood of the royal family and find an opportunity to make a comeback in the future.
If they did not surrender to the enemy, the third prince would really be fooled. He believed that they were really thinking for the sake of the royal family.
"Report — the enemy outside the city is moving again …"
The messenger presented a letter, which attracted everyone's attention.
This time, the letter was not written in the Chinese characters of the Central Plains. It was written in the barbarian language. Everyone could read it without any difficulty.
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