Chapter 18 Letter from the Higher-ups

As Wen Chengyun expected, he successfully explored the way with a rope, on the premise of detaining Cheng Weiyao and his group as a rear guard.

"Why don't we take some of the luggage with us, just in case, to be prepared for both..."

"Yes, I'll take some with me to lighten the load on the rope..."

Although everyone has confidence in Cheng Weiyao's transportation chain, they dare not put all their hopes on it.

After all, they were in exile. If the transport chain failed, the Qinghe Palace would have to take on the responsibility of transporting all the luggage. Not only would the consequences of the rope breaking be unbearable for everyone...

"Okay, everyone take what you can, and leave what you can't."

Cheng Weiyao knew everyone's little thoughts, but she saw through them but didn't say anything. Her friendship wasn't that deep, and she didn't expect others to open up to her.

On the top of the mountain, the rope tied to the tree soon moved. The originally loose rope straightened into a downward line. It seemed that Wen Chengyun had successfully found the fulcrum at the foot of the mountain.

"It's done!"

Cheng Weiyao pulled the stretched rope and waited for a response from the other side. This was the secret signal she and Wen Chengyun agreed upon. Once the rope was fixed, they would pull it as a signal.

"I'll remind you again, if you're packing something, make sure it's tied tightly. If it falls apart mid-transportation, I won't be responsible."

"These are my favorite clothes. Please don't lose them. They are made of Xiangyunsha, and there is no other like them in the whole Zijing City..."

Wen Liyu was the first to come forward with her luggage to express her support. After all, she had made the long rope with her own skills, and she still had confidence in herself.

However, before Wen Liyu could finish her words, Cheng Weiyao had already hung the package on the transport rope and pushed it.

The bundle instantly turned into a little mouse and slid down the mountain at such a speed that it was astonishing.

"Not bad, it won't get stuck. Anything of this weight should be fine. I'd also like to try something heavier."

Cheng Weiyao was clearly very satisfied with the result, while everyone else was stunned. If they had known the outcome earlier, they would have left all their luggage behind...

"Anyone else want to give it a try?"

With this shout, everyone's minds became active, and bags of all sizes soon piled up into a small mountain behind Cheng Weiyao.

Cheng Weiyao transported the items down one by one in order from light to heavy, and calculated whether they could be successfully transported to the foot of the mountain by the sinking state of the rope when it was hung.

In the end, except for a few bags that were really uncertain and were asked by Cheng Weiyao to be broken down into small bags for transportation, everyone else's belongings were successfully brought down the mountain.

While Cheng Weiyao was busy, Wen Chengyun at the foot of the mountain did not rest either. After tying the rope, he blew a whistle, and the sound sounded very much like the singing of a bird.

Even if Cheng Weiyao's transport rope had not happened, he would still find an excuse to sneak away. The so-called help was just going with the flow, and he could also use this incident as a cover.

Following the sound of a bird chirping, a man in black clothes and black pants appeared silently beside Wen Chengyun.

"My Lord, I wish you all the best."

The man knelt on one knee and spoke respectfully. He was a Jinwu Guard directly under the Qinghe Palace. Even though the Qinghe Palace was confiscated and exiled, its power in the dark was still intact.

"Forget the formalities. Just help me look up Cheng Weiyao's information. We're not in a hurry, so the more detailed the better..."

Wen Chengyun released his internal energy and kept checking the movements around him at any time.

While others are in exile, the only way to investigate is through the secret guards. There are too many mysteries about Cheng Weiyao. Even if it is temporarily determined that she will not pose a threat to himself and his family, he still needs further investigation results to consolidate his judgment.

"Okay, I got a letter from the higher-ups."

The Jinwu Guard nodded slightly to indicate that he had remembered it, then he took out a sealed letter from his bosom and handed it over with both hands.

Wen Chengyun raised his eyebrows slightly. Was this a new instruction from above? He opened the letter and found the internal information about the next fiefdom, with a list of officials prominently listed.

The letter expressed sympathy for Wen Chengyun's behavior. He said that the next fiefdom might suffer some injustice, so he asked him to be more tolerant and not forget to investigate...

"Burn it after reading it, that's pretty much his usual style."

Wen Chengyun glanced at the four-word warning at the end, smiled helplessly, and quickly memorized the list of officials in the letter.

Soon, the flames started from the end of the letter, burning cleanly, and the ashes were blown away by the wind without leaving any trace.

"Someone is here. I'll take my leave now. Please take care."

The Jinwu Guard's ears moved slightly, apparently catching the footsteps, and his figure disappeared in a flash.

"Husband..."

The next second, Cheng Weiyao's voice sounded from behind.

After she arrived at the foot of the mountain, she followed the rope to look for him. When everyone was rummaging through their bags, she noticed that Wen Chengyun was absent.

"Madam, please don't come over."

Wen Chengyun lightly flicked the hem of his clothes, pretending to be calm. Suddenly, he noticed some dust blown down by the wind out of the corner of his eye. He immediately stretched out his foot to kick some dirt and stepped on it.

He was leaning against a big tree with his back to Cheng Wei Yao, which obviously made Cheng Wei Yao misunderstand. Did he just finish urinating?

Cheng Weiyao's old face turned red and she turned her back to wait. She didn't have any special habit of watching people go to the toilet.

"Ma'am, I've been waiting for a long time."

Wen Chengyun had no idea what Cheng Weiyao had misunderstood, and walked to her side with a normal expression.

The hard work these days has successfully soiled Wen Chengyun's clothes. Although his tattered appearance does not affect his extraordinary temperament, Cheng Weiyao still feels a little uncomfortable.

"My husband's clothes are dirty. How about cleaning yourself up a bit?"

Cheng Weiyao's words were tactful, but when they fell into Wen Chengyun's ears, they made a completely different sound.

"Madam, do you dislike your husband?"

Wen Chengyun's face was slightly startled, and he felt a little nervous. Although he had deliberately acted a little awkward in order to make the exile more authentic, it shouldn't be to the point of being disliked, right?

He frowned slightly, with a submissive look on his face, but Cheng Weiyao actually sensed a hint of worry in his expression?

"How could that be, my husband... I'm also very rough, but you've never despised me, so why would I despise you? We're just like-minded..."

Cheng Weiyao reached out and patted Wen Chengyun's shoulder to comfort him, like a brother. She was good at quarreling, as she had encountered many unreasonable customers when she ran a restaurant.

But if you ask her to comfort someone? That would be quite difficult. Having been single for many years and being a steely straight woman in the late stage, this was the best she could come up with.

Birds of a feather flock together? Wen Chengyun's expression became even more complicated, especially after Cheng Weiyao patted his shoulder, which was full of the atmosphere of the underworld. This was probably how they addressed each other as brothers, not at all like a reclusive lady...

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