Just when Lu Zheng was planning to capture Jin Hanxuan, the letter he wrote to Rong Zhen had just arrived in the hands of its owner.

Rong Zhen looked at the letter in his hand and felt that it was heavier than the military reports he had handled before. Song Zhiyi wanted to tease him a few more times, but was dragged out by Nie Zhishu.

Rong Zhen sat at the table and slowly opened the letter.

Lu Zheng's handwriting actually looked better, although it was still as bad as before in Rong Zhen's eyes. Lu Zheng did not mention his injury, but just thanked him for finding someone to protect him, but also reiterated very seriously that he did not need such protection without privacy.

Rong Zhen didn't know what privacy meant, but it didn't prevent him from understanding Lu Zheng's meaning. He found it very interesting to think that the young man would be so angry because of his actions.

What was said later was similar to Rong Zhen's guess, but Rong Zhen didn't expect that the situation in Nanxia County was more dangerous than that in Beijiang. Fortunately, Lu Zheng saw it and didn't let King Wei succeed.

After reading this letter, Rong Zhen breathed a sigh of relief. In fact, compared to letting Qingluan protect Lu Zheng, Rong Zhen would rather go in person, but it was a pity that he still needed to stay in the battle of Beijiang. After this period of attack, the Jie people have begun to show signs of defeat. Ye Xiao also got the news that Su Yiwuya took the risk because he relied on a strategist beside him. Now that the Jie people are losing ground, Su Yiwuya still keeps his composure and does not release his elite troops. This is also related to this strategist.

Rong Zhen can guess that the King of Wei's plan is to let them both suffer losses, but in the current situation, if Su Yiwuya continues to shrink back, I am afraid that the Northern Frontier Army will directly attack the imperial court. Rong Zhen didn't believe that his uncle would be so kind as to let him take such a great achievement for nothing. Although he didn't know what the King of Wei was going to do, he should at least temporarily suppress the momentum of the Northern Frontier Army and prevent them from rushing too aggressively.

Rong Zhen gave the order: "Set up camp here and don't move forward for the next few days."

The personal soldiers took the order and left. Soon, Nie Zhishu opened the curtain and rushed in: "Master, what does this mean?"

Rong Zhen said: "Why, don't you understand my orders?"

Nie Zhishu couldn't help but said: "But the Jie people have already been defeated. Why don't we take this opportunity to destroy them? Do we still give them a chance to go back and recuperate?"

"I am free to arrange it, just do as you are told."

Nie Zhishu wanted to argue a few more words, but saw Rong Zhen looking at him with cold eyes. He didn't dare to do anything else and went out with a sigh.

Song Zhiyi learned the news later than him. When he returned to the camp, he saw Nie Zhishu squatting on the side pulling grass roots in a depressed mood. He hurried over and asked, "What happened?"

Nie Zhishu was also puzzled: "I don't know."

Song Zhiyi said, "The Jie people's imperial court is just around the corner. What is your cousin planning?"

"You ask me?" Nie Zhishu threw away the grass roots in his hand and said irritably, "I think it was the letter from Master Lu that caused it. The master gave this order after reading that letter."

Song Zhiyi immediately became interested: "What do you think was written in the letter?"

"I don't know, I'm not interested." Nie Zhishu was too lazy to gossip with him, so he stood up and went to train the Northern Frontier Army.

Song Zhiyi turned around in place, and finally ran towards Rong Zhen's tent with his hands rubbed.

Song Zhiyi asked the guard at the door of the tent: "Where is His Highness?"

"His Highness just left."

Song Zhiyi's eyes turned: "His Highness said he had something to talk to me about. I'll go wait in the tent first."

The guard did not suspect anything, opened the curtain and let him in.

Song Zhiyi was the leader of the Night Owls, and he was really familiar with this kind of sneaky thing. He immediately ran to Rong Zhen's desk and began to carefully flip through it, but he couldn't find the letter after flipping through it. He frowned and thought for a while, then walked towards Rong Zhen's bed.

Who knew that as soon as he opened the quilt, he heard a cold voice behind him: "What are you looking for?"

Song Zhiyi was so scared that his hands trembled. He turned around and saw Rong Zhen wearing armor and looking at him coldly.

Song Zhiyi chuckled: "Nothing."

Rong Zhen didn't intend to let him go: "Espying on the commander-in-chief is a crime, and you should be executed according to military orders. Don't you know?"

Song Zhiyi took a breath of cold air: "No, I just wanted to see what the little squirrel wrote to you, it's not such a serious crime!"

Rong Zhen narrowed his eyes: "The death penalty can be pardoned, but the living crime cannot be forgiven. When you return to the court in victory, I will personally watch you get the thirty military sticks."

Even "I" came out, showing that he was really angry. Song Zhiyi sighed and blamed himself for being so cheap. If he said that he was making his bed, wouldn't everything be fine?

Since the punishment had been imposed, Song Zhiyi was not afraid of any more trouble and asked directly: "Cousin, what did the little... ahem, what did Young Master Lu write to you? Why did you suddenly decide not to move forward?"

Rong Zhen paused, but did not answer his question. Instead, he asked: "Don't you think the march was too smooth?"

"Smooth? Not bad." Song Zhiyi shook his head, "Su Yiwuya provoked this war to strike at political enemies. We killed several Jie generals. Without their backbone, they naturally fled. There's nothing wrong with that, right?"

"If the Jie people are so easy to deal with, why have they become a difficult problem that our Great Xia Dynasty has been unable to overcome for so many years?" Rong Zhen shook his head. "Besides, Su Yiwuya is not a fool. Even if he solved his political enemies with our help, the defeat of the Jie people is a fact. He injured one thousand enemies and eight hundred of his own. Doesn't anyone in the court question it?"

After Rong Zhen said this, Song Zhiyi reacted. This was indeed very suspicious, but the news brought by Ye Xiao was that everything was normal in the imperial court.

"That's why it seems so abnormal." Rong Zhen tapped the table lightly with his fingers. "Even though Su Yiwuya is the Jie emperor, he is still subject to the constraints of the other princes. Even if they are political enemies, the Jie nobles have very complicated relationships. Is there no one to stop Su Yiwuya from using such a method?"

"That's right." Song Zhiyi also reacted, "But the other princes are like deaf and dumb, and they don't oppose Su Yiwuya at all."

"Then there is only one possibility, Su Yiwuya offered enough benefits to impress them." Rong Zhen's eyes were cold, "and the only thing that can impress them is the land under our feet."

The news that the Northern Frontier Army was stationed and stopped immediately spread to the Jie people's imperial court. Unexpectedly, the new emperor Su Yiwuya did not feel happy. Instead, he kicked over his table in anger and killed several palace servants before hurriedly heading to a palace in the north of the palace.

This palace is not as magnificent as other palaces, and it looks empty. A man in a wide robe is playing chess with himself, and the incense burner next to him slowly emits a clear fragrance.

As soon as Su Yiwuya saw him, his steps gradually slowed down. Finally, the emperor, who always showed his domineering manner, was a little reserved. He said softly, "Sir."

The man paused, and then slowly put down the white piece in his hand as if he didn't hear it. Then he reached out and picked up the black pieces that were surrounded one by one and put them into the lid of the chess box.

While he was doing these things, Su Yiwuya was not unhappy because he was ignored. Instead, he waited patiently by the side.

After a long time, the man turned his head. Half of his face was as handsome as jade, and the other half was covered with burn scars, like a ghost. It was Wei Wang Rong You.

Rong You stood up. He was very tall, and he did not seem short compared to the burly Su Yiwuya. On the contrary, he was more imposing than Su Yiwuya.

Su Yiwuya then said, "Rong Zhen's troops have stopped."

Rong You was not surprised, but nodded and said, "He is not a reckless person. He should have noticed something after so long."

Su Yiwuya immediately said anxiously, "But our arrangements..."

Rong You shook his head and interrupted him, "It's enough."

"Can we really wipe out the Northern Frontier Army in one fell swoop?" Su Yiwuya's eyes flashed with bloodthirsty light.

Rong You's expression remained unchanged: "Your Majesty, don't you believe me?"

"Of course not." Su Yiwuya said hurriedly, "If it weren't for you, sir..."

"Okay. If your majesty came here just for this matter, then please go back."

Su Yiwuya hesitated for a moment before saying, "Of course there are other things."

"I'd like to hear the details."

"Sir, are you really unwilling to stay? I would like to serve you as the national teacher and enjoy eternal honor."

Rong You's mouth twitched slightly, and he said lightly: "Your Majesty's kindness is appreciated, but there is no need for anything else."

"Sir, you are really as hard-hearted as iron." Su Yiwuya smiled bitterly and shook his head, "In that case, I will ask someone to make arrangements. Goodbye."

"Your Majesty, take care."

After Su Yiwuya left, Rong You turned his gaze back to the chessboard. This time, he put the black pieces in the chess box back one by one, and said, "Han Zhu, pack up."

A man in servant's clothes appeared behind Rong You. He was once the commander of the Red Armor Guard, but now he was doing the work of a servant without feeling reluctant. Han Zhu knelt on one knee and said, "I wonder when the master will leave?" Rong You

still held the last black piece in his hand, but he did not put it down. Instead, he knocked the chessboard lightly with the black piece in his hand: "Wait a little longer."

"Yes." Han Zhu took the order but did not leave.

Rong You didn't care. The black piece turned around in his hand and finally fell to the ground. Rong You's wide skirt brushed across the chessboard, leaving only a soft sigh.

"It's been a long time since I saw the fireworks in Yanjing..."