After watching Gou Yue leave, the suspicious Guang Jun 'an turned around and asked: "Uncle, what did Butler Gou mean by what he said just now?"
Gao Zihu shook his head: "I also don't understand …" He met his sister's cold gaze and swallowed the rest of his words.
However, Gao Zixuan asked coldly: "Could it be that the matter that year really had something to do with you?"
Gao Zihu hurriedly said: "Sister, it really has nothing to do with me."
"Is Gou Yue someone who talks nonsense?" Gao Zixuan's voice was cold.
Guang Jun 'an could not bear it anymore. The feeling of being kept in the dark was not a good feeling: "Mother, what are you talking about?"
Now that the matter had been exposed, Gao Zixuan could not hide it from her son. At her son's position, there were some things and situations that needed to be grasped in order to be able to deal with it. She said in a low voice: "What else could it be that it involves Zhou Aolin and Long Xin? There were rumors that the person who first took a fancy to Long Xin's woman was your uncle. At that time, your uncle had been hanging out with Zhou Aolin for a long time and flattered him. To put it bluntly, he was Zhou Aolin's lackey. It was said that Zhou Aolin was instigated by your uncle. Back then, Gou Yue was ordered to investigate this matter, and when he found out about your uncle, your uncle came to me to complain about his grievances. I interceded on His Highness's side, and His Highness dropped the matter. "
Guang Jun 'an immediately stared coldly at Gao Zihu: "Is this true?"
Gao Zihu hurriedly waved his hand: "Don't listen to your mother's nonsense."
"So, Gou Yue is talking nonsense?" Guang Jun 'an snorted coldly. He swung his sleeves and strode away with an ugly expression.
Of course, he knows how big the matter between Long Xin and Zhou Aolin is. A marshal has been crippled, who knows how many people have suffered, causing people's hearts to waver. If it really has something to do with his uncle, plus the fact that the Ghost City's spy has been removed, how will his father look at this side?
"Marquis, Marquis …" Gao Zihu quickly chased after Guang Jun 'an. When he returned, he could not help but grumble: "Sister, why are you telling Jun' an this?"
Gao Zixuan fiercely glared at him, "His Highness has already decided not to pursue this matter, so what do you have to be afraid of? If Junan doesn't understand the situation and says the wrong thing in front of His Highness, then that will be the real trouble. Do you still need me to teach you what is more important?"
In a valley, Marshal Zilu sat casually by the riverside, fishing with a rod in his hand. The surroundings were quiet, with only the sound of the quiet flowing of the river.
For people like him, fishing was never the goal. Changing the environment and changing the mood was the real goal.
The sound of footsteps came from behind him until it reached his side. A small stool was placed on the side, and another fishing rod was released into the water.
Teng Fei came back to his senses and tilted his head to take a look. He was stunned. A man dressed like an old farmer was sitting beside him, fishing. From the side of his face, it was obvious that he was wearing a mask.
The old farmer looked at the float quietly. As if sensing Teng Fei looking at him, he lifted his hand and tore off his mask, revealing his true face. He turned around and smiled at Teng Fei.
This smile made Teng Fei's scalp go numb. He was very familiar with this smiling face. It was actually the heavenly court's Left Supervising Envoy Sima Wentian.
Teng Fei's pupils shrank, and he quickly looked around. The shock in his heart was indescribable. This place seemed quiet, but there were guards everywhere. Sima Wentian had come to his side, but the guards didn't notice him at all. What did this mean?
"Marshal Teng, don't be nervous. It's just fishing." Sima Wentian laughed.
Teng Fei's face darkened. It seemed like he had to screen the guards around him. He asked coldly, "What do you want?"
Sima Wentian smiled, "I just want to help Marshal Teng."
"Help me?" Teng Fei sneered, "I think you want to harm me." This was a huge joke. If Heavenly King Ying found out that he was secretly meeting with the heavenly court's Left Supervising Envoy, the consequences would be unimaginable. It was hard for Ying Jiuguang not to think wrongly, especially at a time like this. It was better to kill the wrong person than to let him go.
Sima Wentian sighed, "I'm indeed here to help Marshal Teng. Please don't misunderstand."
Teng Fei said, "If you want to help me, you can meet me openly. Why do you have to be so sneaky?"
Sima Wentian said, "I'm afraid that Marshal Teng won't meet me to avoid arousing suspicion."
Teng Fei said, "I don't need your help. Please go ahead!" He was basically telling Teng Fei to scram.
"It won't be too late to decide after reading this." Sima Wentian took out a jade archive and handed it over to Teng Fei.
Teng Fei stared at the jade archive for a long time. He didn't know what was inside, but since the other party had personally delivered it to him, it couldn't be anything simple. He was hesitating whether or not he should take a look.
Sima Wentian chuckled, and teased, "Since when did the great Marshal Teng become such a coward? Good stuff. Take a look. "
Teng Fei finally snatched the jade archive away. He almost broke out in a cold sweat after reading it. It was the Mandate of Conferment that Lord Qing had written for him. If Ying Jiuguang were to find out about this, it would be strange if he didn't wipe out his entire clan.
"Are you trying to help me?" Teng Fei glared at him, his eyes blazing with anger as he gritted his teeth.
Sima Wentian replied, "His Majesty's intentions are clear, and His Majesty's intentions are the general trend of the world. Those who go with it will prosper, and those who go against it will perish. Does Commander Teng even need to think too much about his choice?" Without waiting for Teng Fei to reply, Teng Fei raised his fishing rod, stood up, grabbed the stool, and left. He was very clear that Qing Zhu's method was unrealistic. With the current situation, it was impossible to persuade him, so there was no point in saying anything more.
However, he had only taken a few steps when he turned back to Teng Fei, who was staring coldly at him, and added, "Right, I forgot to tell Marshal Teng that Marshal Cheng Taize also has a piece. Out of the three marshals of the eastern army, His Majesty has only given it to the two of you. Why don't the two of you discuss it before making a decision? There's no need for you to rush an answer on this matter, you can take your time to consider it. However, the Four Heavenly Kings have their own troops and refuse to attend court. His Majesty has already made up his mind to split the eastern army into two.
Marshal Teng, do your best, Marshal Teng! "After saying these words, he really left, leaving behind Teng Fei with a gloomy expression …
Albatross Manor, Forbidden Garden. This was basically the first time that nearly a hundred Deacons of the Celestial Avenue region had entered this place. This was the core of the Xiahou Clan, and it was rare for them to have the opportunity to enter.
After arriving at the Xiahou Clan one after another, they were inexplicably invited here. All of them were very careful, as none of them had thought that they would be able to enter the Forbidden Garden.
When they saw familiar colleagues, none of them dared to casually whisper to each other. They gathered in the open space under the shade of the towering tree and sat cross-legged in meditation. A group of mysterious people dressed in black and wearing gauze hats, with metal ghost masks vaguely visible under the gauze hats, guarded them.
Chief Steward Han Dong followed Wei Shu into the old house in the Forbidden Garden. At present, the only power that was openly in Xiahou Ling's hands was the power of the Celestial Avenue.
Xiahou Ling was lying on a recliner, lazily flipping through an ancient book. After the two of them came in to greet each other, Wei Shu reported, "Master, all the Deacons of the Celestial Avenue region have arrived, and everything has been delivered. We can start at any time."
Xiahou Ling turned a page and said indifferently, "Act according to the plan. Control the people in the manor. Without permission, no one is allowed to contact the outside world. Those who resist, regardless of who they are, will be killed!"
"Yes!" Wei Shu received the order and left, leaving only Han Dong standing quietly at the side.
Not long after, the heads of the other branches of the Xiahou Clan, as well as the immediate family members, had all entered the Forbidden Garden and gathered under the towering tree.
By the time they arrived, Xia Houling had already moved to the bottom of the tree. He had been carried out along with the reclining chair. Ignoring everyone else, he did not even lift his eyelids, continuing to calmly lie there and read his book.
Seeing so many Deacons of the Celestial Avenue gathered here, the people of the branches were somewhat surprised, especially when they saw those mysterious people wearing gauze hats. Those who didn't know anything were fine, but those who did felt their hearts sink. They knew that these were the guards of the Xiahou Clan's Patriarch who didn't show themselves easily. They weren't controlled by anyone else in the Xiahou Clan and only listened to the Patriarch.
"Wei Shu, let's begin," Xiahou Ling, who had turned a page, suddenly said indifferently.
Wei Shu immediately nodded to Han Dong, who bowed slightly to accept the order. He then turned to the group of Deacons of the Celestial Avenue sitting cross-legged and transmitted some instructions. Nearly a hundred Deacons sitting cross-legged at the scene immediately took out their Star Bells, communicating with an unknown place.
Wei Shu also took out his Star Bells, communicating with an unknown place.
After the scene quieted down, the Xiahou Clan's third son, Xiahou Xin, coughed dryly and walked towards Xiahou Ling, saying, "Second Brother, why did you summon us here?"
One of the Patriarch's guards moved in front of Xiahou Xin and said in a deep voice, "Stand down!"
Xiahou Xin called out to Xiahou Ling again, "Second Brother …"
'Swoosh!' The Patriarch's guard unsheathed his saber from his waist, his hand already gripping the hilt. The gauze hat hanging down from his gauze hat fluttered even though there was no wind, and a murderous aura emerged. It looked like if Xiahou Xin dared to take another step forward, he would immediately see blood!
Seeing that Xiahou Ling didn't seem to hear anything, the muscles on Xiahou Xin's face tightened. In the end, he didn't dare to take another step forward, and slowly retreated …
In the loft of the City Guard Palace, Miao Yi put away the Star Bell. He tilted his head to Yang Zhaoqing and said, "The Xiahou Clan has already made their move. Inform our men to contact the Xiahou Clan's men. Both sides will maintain cooperation and proceed according to plan. Inform the Virtuous Assembly Hall to keep an eye on the movements outside."
"Understood!" Yang Zhaoqing acknowledged the order and took out his Star Bells to contact the outside.
In the tavern, Shen Qianqiu was sitting cross-legged on his bed. After taking out his Star Bells to contact the outside, he quickly got down from his bed and transmitted his voice to the other three in the room, "Let's go!"
"Where to?" The three sitting on either side of him couldn't help but ask. All of them were from the Netherworld Presidential Manor. Ever since they received orders to come here, they still didn't know what to do. Shen Qianqiu was the leader of their group.
"Don't ask too many questions! Without permission, no one is allowed to contact the outside. Otherwise, they will be executed without mercy! "Shen Qianqiu transmitted his voice and berated them, then strode away. The other three looked at each other and quickly got up to follow.
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