Yang Wu explained to him considerately: "The first time, one finger is cut off. The second time, two fingers are cut off."
The soldier's face was pale, his eyes were filled with fear, and coupled with the severe pain of the broken finger, he screamed and fainted instantly.
Yang Wu sighed softly and poured the half-finished tea on the table.
The soldier's vision was blurry. When he saw Yang Wu holding up his hand, he burst into tears. "My Lord, have mercy! My Lord, have mercy! I was ordered by the Sixth Prince!"
Yang Wu glanced at him sideways. The soldier was already frightened and told them everything without waiting for them to ask.
But he was only 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 arrangements. After a long speech, the key point he extracted was that Xiao Yanli intended to plot a rebellion and let him cut off the connection between Mobei and Tianqi.
After making sure that the soldier was not lying and asking him where he had hidden the letters, He Yanting sent people to search. After checking, Yang Wu cut the soldier's throat with a knife.
He wandered around, watching He Yanting open the letters one by one. "What's going on?"
"Tianqi has won a great victory. The latest news is that His Majesty has sent reinforcements."
He Yanting pinched the root of his nose and said, "The news has been interrupted. I think His Majesty thinks there is internal unrest in the army."
Yang Wu curled his lips and said, "But who did you send?"
"Jiang Wenjing, Xiao Lingyu."
…
"Did His Majesty really say so?"
Jiang Wenjing looked at Jiang Kang'an with sparkling eyes. Seeing Jiang Kang'an nod, he immediately smiled and said, "Then I'll pack up and leave immediately..."
His excited tone slowly faded away.
Jiang Kangan: “?”
Jiang Wenjing glanced at the distance and lowered his voice: "If I leave, who will look after Zhiyu? To be honest, I am worried. Otherwise..."
Jiang Kangan reached out and covered his mouth.
"You can't help me with the secret art of witchcraft. Besides, I can't explain it to His Majesty. You can go without worry. I'm here, no one can hurt Zhiyu."
Jiang Wenjing looked at him suspiciously.
If it were my previous self, I would have believed Jiang Kangan's words without a doubt, but now...
Even in Shengjing, he could have his house burned down.
Seeing the distrust in his brother's eyes, Jiang Kangan hardened his fists.
Last time he was in jail, how could this be the same?!
Jiang Kangan had no intention of arguing with Jiang Wenjing. He pinched his arm with his fingers, and only let go after Jiang Wenjing grimaced. "Don't be so joking. The sooner the better."
Jiang Wenjing snorted a few times before speaking again: "Come to think of it, is there still no news from the person you sent to look for mother?"
After settling down, Jiang Zhiyu and Jiang Wenjing told Jiang Kang'an everything that happened in Nan Gu, including their encounter with Xu Youran in Nan Gu and how they asked her to leave and hide before the war. Jiang Kang'an sent people to look for her after he found out, but there has been no news so far.
Jiang Wenjing's eyebrows drooped, and Jiang Kang'an looked at him with amusement: "I found it, mother is already on the way back to Beijing."
Jiang Wenjing: "!"
"Now you feel relieved, hurry up and get ready," Jiang Kangan rubbed his brother's head, "When you're ready, go meet His Highness outside the city. I have something else to do, so I won't see you off."
Jiang Wenjing nodded indifferently.
Things have different levels of importance. In comparison, sending him a gift is really a trivial matter. What's more, there was a madness flashing in Jiang Wenjing's eyes, and he was very familiar with Mobei.
…
As Jiang Kangan stepped into the imperial prison, he was filled with screams.
Ignoring the hands that were reaching out from the cells to grab him, Jiang Kangan walked straight inside.
"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 flip through it in a hurry. Instead, he looked up and down at the Great Elder Nan Gu.
Xing Maozhi didn't like seeing blood during interrogations, so there wasn't much blood on Great Elder Nan Gu's body. But even so, the fear in Great Elder Nan Gu's eyes was hard to conceal. In just one day, he seemed to have aged several years.
Jiang Kangan then turned his gaze back to the testimony.
After turning a few pages, his expression changed.
Xing Maozhi kept looking at him, and Jiang Kang'an's expression naturally did not escape his eyes: "Why, did he lie?"
He stared at Great Elder Nan Gu with sharp eyes, as if as long as Jiang Kangan nodded, he would pounce on him again and peel off another layer of skin from Great Elder Nan Gu!
Great Elder Nan Gu shrank back when he was stared at, and his teeth began to chatter.
After a long while, Jiang Kangan finally let out a long sigh: "I don't know yet. I can only confirm it after asking another person."
"During this period, Lord Xing, please be sure to spare his life."
Jiang Kang'an said the second half of the sentence close to Xing Maozhi's ear.
Xing Maozhi's expression remained normal: "Don't worry, Jiang Shumi."
Only after getting his guarantee did Jiang Kang'an turn around and leave the cell. Only after he left the imperial prison and got on the carriage did Jiang Kang'an let go of his grip and look at the crumpled offering paper in his hand.
[The so-called secret technique is good at weaving dreams, manipulating people's minds, and being able to communicate with souls in dreams and solve mysteries.]
[But everything has a premise, which is a dream. Once you are lost in a dream, no external force can wake you up.]
[And those who are affected by this technique will gradually forget their memories. ]
Just three sentences, but Jiang Kang'an spent almost half an hour reading them.
His fingers were trembling slightly. It was all a dream. The young fish had told him before that if the time had not come, the method of awakening by external force would be useless!
It is easy to imagine how tempting it is for Zhiyu to be so reckless that she even has to meet someone in person to make a deal with the Nan Gu people.
What if the young fish really sinks into the dream...
Jiang Kangan took a deep breath.
No, not necessarily. They don’t understand the secret technique. What if the great elder noticed something and talked nonsense?
Never lose your composure.
As Jiang Kangan thought about this, 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 stepped in and saw Ayiduo tied to a chair in the middle of the room.
"Jiang Kang'an, how dare you 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 Kang'an walked towards her calmly, with his hands resting on the armrests on both sides of the chair, a posture that gave a strong sense of oppression.
A sharp breath reached her nose, and Ayiduo's calm expression suddenly became panic: "Since you know it clearly, you still..."
"Zhiyu said she wouldn't stop you, but she didn't say anything about me," Jiang Kang'an said in a slightly cold tone, emphasizing each word. "What exactly is this so-called secret technique?"
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