After all, he was someone who had climbed to the position of a feudal lord. An Cui had his flaws, but he also had his merits. He couldn't be killed with a single blow.
Not to mention what the unfilial son had done that violated human ethics, the impact his death had on An Cui was not something that could be summed up by being cuckolded. With his death, An Cui had no heir. His only bloodline was still germinating in the belly of the Xichang Princess.
The officials didn't know whether the child was a boy or a girl, or how talented he was. Everything was unknown. They couldn't help but feel anxious.
An Cui had an heir. This was the only advantage he had over Jiang Pengji.
Now that the heir was dead, and An Cui was much older than Jiang Pengji, his remaining advantage was gone.
Thinking of this, An Cui felt pain and sorrow. He couldn't help but pull out the corpse of the Nanman tribe that he had exterminated.
If the Nanman hadn't rebelled and overthrown Nansheng, he, An Cui, was a man with both a son and a daughter. How could he have fallen to such a miserable state?
When he thought of the scene of his children losing their lives in the Nanman tribe, he was so grief-stricken that he couldn't speak. Hatred grew wildly in his heart like weeds.
Perhaps his luck had been too bad recently. Bad things happened to An Cui one after another.
First, 200,000 dans of rations were plundered by Jiang Pengji. Then, his stepson bullied his stepmother and committed suicide to escape punishment. Following that, Hua Yuan almost killed himself for his master … This wasn't the end. Their enemies also increased their attacks in tacit understanding, causing An Cui to be badly battered.
The rations issue hadn't been completely resolved. The news of the rations shortage spread like wildfire. The morale of the soldiers at the grassroots level was greatly shaken.
An Cui was still a scumbag. He looked for Lu Zheng when he needed something.
Little did he know that Lu Zheng only wanted to curse.
Did he really think he was a fairy?
Could he conjure rations out of thin air?
If he could, he would be the first to conjure rations to drown An Cui!
Lu Zheng's anger burned fiercely, but anger couldn't change anything. The crisis before him was getting more and more intense.
Therefore, Lu Zheng could only give An Cui an ultimatum.
He wanted An Cui to urge Hua Yuan to replenish the rations as soon as possible. If he couldn't, everyone would starve to death together!
"How infuriating!"
Even a cup of cold water couldn't extinguish Lu Zheng's anger.
Too many things had taken up Lu Zheng's energy recently, so he forgot that his schoolmate was a troublemaker.
Jiang Pengji and Lu Zheng were both students from Langye Academy. They were alumni of the same school, so they were naturally in the same camp.
With a little effort, Jiang Pengji could make the relationship between An Cui and Lu Zheng, which was on the verge of collapse, take a turn for the worse, or even completely collapse.
From what she had seen, An Cui was not a broad-minded person. His position and opinions were different from Lu Zheng's, and the two of them often had conflicts. This could be seen from the fact that An Cui had placed Hua Yuan in an important position over the past two years, while Lu Zheng had been given the cold shoulder. An Cui had a lot of opinions about Lu Zheng. If Jiang Pengji added fuel to the fire and sowed discord between the two, she might even be able to use An Cui to force Lu Zheng into a desperate situation.
Lu Zheng was not someone who would sit and wait for death. If that really happened, he might even jump ship at the last minute.
Hence —
When Wei Ci saw his lord bending over the table and writing a letter to his classmate, Lu Zheng, his heart was filled with mixed feelings.
Because Jiang Pengji did not hide her letter from Wei Ci, Wei Ci could see the lingering sentences in the letter. Almost every word recalled the time when he was studying at Langye Academy. Jiang Pengji used simple but intimate words to exaggerate the friendship between them into a hundred percent.
Those who did not know the truth would wonder if Lu Zheng and Jiang Pengji had such a close relationship when they were young.
Wei Ci recalled An Cui's temperament and felt more and more sorry for Lu Zheng.
How many lifetimes of bad luck did this man have to have a lord like An Cui and an opponent like Jiang Pengji?
Oh … Before he sympathized with An Cui, Wei Ci also had to sympathize with himself in his previous life.
He and Lu Zheng were in the same boat.
"Based on Shaoyin's temperament, it's impossible for him to accept my lord's invitation." Wei Ci could not help but remind him. Lu Zheng was a petty and vengeful fellow. She had offended him greatly, so it would not be easy to recruit him in the future. "An Cui's temperament is very different from Lu Zheng's. The two of them are not on the same path. Even if my lord did not interfere, sooner or later, there would be discord between them. Why did my lord go through all this trouble? "
"Not all lords in this world are as broad-minded and perceptive as I am," Jiang Pengji said narcissistically. Jiang Pengji said narcissistically, "An Cui has never been a gentleman. He doesn't walk the same path as Shaoyin. I wanted to use An Cui to force Shaoyin into a corner and force him to leave An Cui sooner. Time has dragged on for too long. I don't have the time to waste with An Cui, this clown. Coincidentally, there was a problem on An Cui's side. It was the perfect time to make them fall apart in one go. Don't you think that Shaoyin is too much of an eyesore? "
Wei Ci was speechless.
If Lu Zheng heard Jiang Pengji's words, he would definitely cry, wouldn't he?
Jiang Pengji continued, "You and I both know Shaoyin's ability. Letting him stay by An Cui's side won't do us any good."
Wei Ci coughed softly and said, "Although it's the truth, my lord's way of expressing it is still unacceptable."
To be honest, Wei Ci had been rather jealous of Lu Zheng for a period of time.
Lu Zheng could approach her without any ill feelings and talk to her freely, but Wei Ci could only stand outside the safety line and watch.
He could only experience all kinds of bitterness on his own. No one could confide in him.
Jiang Pengji didn't know what Wei Ci was thinking about. She only smiled and said, "There's only Zi Xiao by my side. Shaoyin isn't here. Can you still repeat what he said? Even if he knows what I said, he can't have any opinions. In the future, I will be his master and he will be my subject. "
Wei Ci said, "This is a good ending."
In the previous life, Lu Zheng's ending was too tragic.
If this life was perfect, it could make up for the regrets of the previous life.
If Lu Zheng knew about the conversation between the adulterous couple, he would most likely be so angry that he would jump up in rage.
Was there anyone more shameless than them in this world?
As it turned out, there wasn't.
Jiang Pengji was a textbook scoundrel. No one could compare to her.
When Lu Zheng saw the letter that Jiang Pengji had written for him appear in An Cui's hands, there was only one thought in his mind.
That bastard was up to mischief again!
It wasn't that Jiang Pengji hadn't written letters to Lu Zheng before. Not only did she write them herself, but she also sent Fang Zhi to persuade him. Unfortunately, Lu Zheng's beliefs were firm and unwavering. This time, Jiang Pengji gave him a strong dose of medicine. The contents of the letter were as ambiguous as one could imagine …
More importantly, this letter appeared when An Cui had just suffered a defeat.
An Cui's expression was as solemn as ink.
"Does Shaoyin have any explanation?"
Faced with An Cui's questioning, Lu Zheng was furious.
"It's just a clumsy method of sowing discord. It's not like it hasn't happened in the past. Is my lord going to doubt my loyalty based on this alone?" Lu Zheng couldn't be bothered to defend himself. Every time An Cui doubted him, his good impression of An Cui wore away.
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