Chapter 547: Falling in a Dream
Yang Wu explained to him kindly: "The first time, one finger was cut off, the second time, two fingers were cut off."
The soldier's face was pale, and his eyes were filled with fear. Coupled with the severe pain of the broken finger, he screamed and fainted instantly.
Yang Wu sighed lightly and splashed the half-drunk tea on the table.
The soldier's eyes were blurred, and when he saw Yang Wu raising his hand, he burst into tears and said, "My lord, please have mercy! My lord, please have mercy! I was ordered by the Sixth Prince!"
Yang Wu glanced at him, and the soldier was already scared to death. Without waiting for them to ask, he told them everything.
But he was just a soldier in charge of delivering messages, and he was far away in Mobei with the army. He knew very little about Xiao Yanli's arrangement. After a long speech, the key point he extracted was that Xiao Yanli intended to be a reactionary and let him cut off the connection between Mobei and Tianqi.
After confirming that the soldier was not lying and asking him where he hid the letters, He Yanting sent people to search. After reading it, Yang Wu directly cut the soldier's throat with a knife.
He wandered on the ground, watching He Yanting opening the letters one by one: "What's going on?"
"Tianqi has won a great victory. The latest letter says that the emperor has sent reinforcements."
He Yanting pinched the root of his nose: "The news is interrupted. The emperor must think that there is internal strife in the army."
Yang Wu curled his lips: "But who did you say was sent?"
"Jiang Wenjing, Xiao Lingyu."
...
"Did the emperor really say that?"
Jiang Wenjing looked at Jiang Kangan with bright eyes. Seeing Jiang Kangan nodded, he smiled: "Then I will pack up and leave immediately..."
His excited tone slowly faded.
Jiang Kangan: "?"
Jiang Wenjing glanced into the distance and lowered his voice: "If I leave, who will look after Zhiyu? To be honest, I am not at ease. Otherwise..."
Jiang Kangan stretched out his hand to cover his mouth.
"You can't help me with the secret art of witchcraft, and I can't explain it to the emperor. You can go without worry. I'm here, and no one can hurt Zhiyu."
Jiang Wenjing looked at him suspiciously.
If it was the old me, I would have believed Jiang Kangan's words, but now...
he can have his house burned down in Shengjing.
Seeing the distrust in his brother's eyes, Jiang Kangan hardened his fists.
He was in jail last time, how could it be the same? !
Not intending to argue with Jiang Wenjing, Jiang Kang'an pinched his arm with his fingers, and only let go when Jiang Wenjing grimaced: "Don't joke, let's get going as soon as possible."
Jiang Wenjing snorted a few times before speaking again: "By the way, is there any news from the people you sent to find mother?"
After settling down, Jiang Zhiyu and Jiang Wenjing told Jiang Kang'an everything that happened in Nanlong, including meeting Xu Youran in Nanlong and letting her leave and hide before the war. After Jiang Kang'an knew about it, he sent people to look for her, but there has been no news so far.
Jiang Wenjing's eyebrows drooped, Jiang Kang'an looked at him with amusement: "Found it, mother is on the way back to Beijing."
Jiang Wenjing: "!"
"Now you feel relieved, hurry up and get ready," Jiang Kang'an grabbed his brother's head, "When you are ready, go outside the city to meet His Highness, I have something else to do, so I won't send you off."
Jiang Wenjing nodded indifferently.
There are different levels of importance. In comparison, sending him off is really a trivial matter, not to mention that Jiang Wenjing's eyes flashed with madness, and he was very familiar with Mobei.
...
Jiang Kang'an just stepped into the imperial prison, and screams continued to be heard.
Ignoring the hands that stretched out from the cells to grab him, Jiang Kang'an walked straight in.
"Secretary Jiang, this is the prisoner's testimony after interrogation by Lord Xing."
The jailer presented it to Jiang Kang'an, who took it but did not turn it over in a hurry.
Instead, he looked up and down at the Great Elder Nangong. Xing Maozhi did not like to see blood during the interrogation, so there was not much blood on the body of the Great Elder Nangong. However, the fear in the eyes of the Great Elder Nangong could not be concealed. However, in just one day, he seemed to have aged several years.
Jiang Kang'an then retracted his gaze and focused on the testimony.
After turning a few pages, his face changed.
Xing Maozhi kept looking at him, and Jiang Kangan's expression naturally did not escape his eyes: "Why, did he lie?"
His sharp eyes stared straight at the Great Elder Nanlong, as if as long as Jiang Kangan nodded, he would jump up again and peel off another layer of the Great Elder Nanlong's skin!
The Great Elder Nanlong shuddered under his stare, and his teeth began to chatter.
After a long time, Jiang Kangan let out a long sigh: "I don't know yet, I can only be sure after asking another person."
"During this period, Lord Xing, please be sure to spare his life."
Jiang Kangan said the second half of the sentence close to Xing Maozhi's ear.
Xing Maozhi looked calm: "Don't worry, Jiang Shumi."
After getting his assurance, Jiang Kang'an turned around and left the cell. It was not until he was out of prison and got on the carriage that Jiang Kang'an let go of the crumpled paper in his hand.
[The so-called secret technique is good at weaving dreams, controlling people's hearts, and can talk to souls in dreams to solve mysteries. ]
[But everything has a premise, that is, in dreams. Once you are immersed in a dream, no external force can wake you up. ]
[And people who are hit by this technique will gradually forget their memories. ]
Jiang Kang'an almost read half an hour for just three sentences.
His fingers were trembling slightly. Everything was a dream. The child fish had told him before that if the time was not up, the method of waking up with external force would be useless!
It was possible to make Zhiyu so desperate that she had to meet someone to make a deal with the Nangong people. One could imagine how tempting she was.
What if Zhiyu really fell into a dream...
Jiang Kangan took a deep breath.
No, not necessarily. They didn't understand the secret technique. What if the great elder had noticed something and was talking nonsense?
We must not lose our footing.
Jiang Kangan thought so, and the carriage slowly stopped.
"Sir, we're here."
Jiang Kangan got off the carriage.
This was a deserted yard, guarded inside and outside. Jiang Kangan walked in. Ayiduo was tied to a chair in the middle of the room.
"Jiang Kangan, you dare to touch me!" Ayiduo sneered: "Since you showed up so timely that day, you must have been eavesdropping outside for a while. You should have heard clearly what Jiang Zhiyu said."
"Of course I know," Jiang Kangan approached her calmly, his hands resting on the armrests on both sides of the chair, a posture that gave off a strong sense of oppression.
A cold breath reached her nose, and Ayiduo's calm expression suddenly became panic: "Since you know it clearly, you still..."
"Zhiyu said that she would not stop you, but she did not speak for me," Jiang Kangan said in a slightly cold tone, pausing every word: "What is the so-called secret technique?"