A traitor murders his master.
Fang Ci frantically tried to make amends, "I haven't been idle these past two days either! The technique Xiao Wujiu used on you earlier was called 'Resilience Technique', and it's said to be able to revive the dead and turn bones into flesh!"
She tried to make amends, "I've already arranged for the campaign. When the time comes, I guarantee your 'resurrection' will be legitimate and flawless!"
Xiao Jingyuan was stunned: "...Xiao Wujiu, he hasn't left yet?"
Fang Ci immediately became unhappy and said in a righteous tone, "Why should he leave?! You replaced the poison in his body, which is equivalent to Nanfu replacing the poison in his body. Rounding it off, it's like I saved his life. His life is now mine. He can never leave Nanfu in this life!"
Jamel Xiao frowned slightly: “Did he tell you?”
Fang Ci was angrily replied, "You were injured this time, and I took your pulse. You have a poison in your body that's still being digested. I'm a doctor, how can I not guess what's going on?! And the Book of State Protection, is this all?!"
Xiao Jingyuan shook his head: "Xiao Wujiu's technique did save my life. Now it seems that I made a profit."
Fang Ci felt his chest tighten upon hearing this, and stamped his feet in anger: "You're just relying on the National Guardian Book you got from Qin Shu to do whatever you want!!"
Xiao Jingyuan didn't answer her, but asked: "The poison in his body has been cured. Logically speaking, you can't keep him."
Fang Ci curled his lips: "The poison is clear, but the mind is not clear."
Fang Ci's brows were twisted into a ball, and he turned the topic back again, not allowing Xiao Jingyuan to change the subject at all: "No matter how powerful the National Book is, it can't withstand your reckless use! Also, if you dare to act like this again in the future, don't blame me for being rude!"
Seeing that she was really angry, Xiao Jingyuan explained seriously, "Using the State Guardian Book to save Xiao Wujiu was indeed a gamble. But at that time, the poison in his body had reached the edge of collapse. You led people south from Yinshu City. If he died in the Southern Mansion, the consequences would be unpredictable. Moreover, Wen Congren and I have confirmed that with the Xiao family's life-tracing technique combined with the spiritual realm lock essence, we are confident that nothing will go wrong."
He paused and added in a low voice, "Also, this matter... I have reported it in advance."
His voice dropped significantly, and his confidence weakened: "This... doesn't count as acting on your own, right?"
Fang Ci was so angry that he almost laughed: "Report? You told me 'I'm going to the south' and that's called reporting?!"
Her eyes were like knives: "Do you dare to treat Ren Xuan kidnapping you from the general's tent and telling you that you were going to the south for a few days as a matter?!"
Xiao Jingyuan: "We already have spies on each other with the barbarians. If we speak too openly, it will be difficult to gain the trust of the foreigners. I was 'kidnapped' by Wen Congren, and the Nanfu can't just sit there and do nothing."
"Reaction?" Fang Ci's face turned cold. "You still dare to tell me about reaction? Do you know how scared you made Ah Che? Cheng Lie even wanted to abandon Tianying Pass! I had to use all my words to persuade him to stay and guard the pass!"
Xiao Jingyuan finally chose to admit his mistake honestly: "It is my fault, thank you for your concern."
Fang Ci waved his hand, his anger still lingering: "Forget it...it's not all bad."
She narrowed her eyes slightly, with a hint of meaning in them: "For Ah Che, you should sacrifice a little longer while you recover from your injuries."
Intuition told Jamel Xiao that this matter was a bit unreliable, and he felt vaguely that something was wrong: "Using this kind of thing to deceive the little prince...will there really be no trouble?"
Fang Ci sighed and said confidently, "I'm not afraid, so why should you be afraid? It's rare for Che to behave so well right now. Just lie down and take care of anything that happens!"
As he was speaking, Fang Che's voice came from outside the courtyard: "Sister, Han Chenglie is looking for you!"
Fang Ci's aura vanished instantly. She felt like she was burned by fire and jumped on the spot: "A Che is outside! - I'm going out first, you rest well and don't think about anything!"
He spoke very quickly and rushed to the door as if he would be caught red-handed if he was a step later.
Xiao Jingyuan stared silently at the figure that seemed to be escaping like a flying bird, tapping the bed lightly with his fingers. His face seemed calm, but in fact it was complicated.
After a long while, he uttered a single word: "...Tsk."
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The lobby of the Southern Prince's Mansion was strangely deserted under the shadow of the high-hanging plaque, with not even a single servant to be seen on either side of the pillars.
Only one person was standing there.
Han Chenglie was still in his military uniform, his figure as cold as ice.
Fang Ci walked into the hall and his eyes fell on the newcomer: "What's the matter?"
Han Chenglie clasped his fists, his body erect, but his voice was as low as the wind scraping through bones. "My Lady, the barbarians have just established their new king, and the tribes are in chaos, their vitality severely damaged. They will not invade again within three years. This is a godsend opportunity. I beg your command to encircle and annihilate the 70,000 men sent from Yunzhong."
As soon as he finished speaking, the temperature in the hall seemed to drop a little.
Fang Ci said nothing, just lowered his eyes slightly, his eyes calm.
After a while, she sighed softly, as if hesitating: "They came to help us, and we devoured them in one gulp. That would be unkind."
Han Chenglie raised his eyes, his gaze stern: "People who are too concerned with rules and righteousness will not live long in this world. Princess, shouldn't you know better in this life than in the last?"
This sentence hits the nail on the head.
Fang Ci's eyebrows moved slightly, and his eyes flashed slightly.
Han Chenglie continued, "The princess hasn't clarified the news of Master Xiao's death. On the surface, this is to persuade the prince to make progress, but in reality, she might have other motives, right?"
Han Chenglie frankly pointed out her real intentions. She concealed the news of Jingyuan's death and took away his military power. Of course, she had her own agenda.
Fang Ci didn't deny or explain. She just said, "If I have the chance, I will give it a try."
After a moment of silence, Fang Ci turned back and asked: "How has Ren Xuan been doing these days?"
Han Chenglie answered bluntly, "He's not at the headquarters. He's been holed up in the reinforcement camp in Yunzhong for the past few days. The people I've planted can't get in, so he's very alert."
Fang Ci just laughed jokingly: "I told you to calm down a bit. People can tell what you're thinking at a glance, so of course they're avoiding you."
Han Chenglie didn't smile, but his eyes grew colder. "I've also started contacting the Imperial City. Qin Xuan's attitude is ambiguous, but there's a way—"
As he spoke, his tone suddenly darkened. "Among the peace advocates in the Imperial City, Lu Jie is the most prominent. His nephew is now in Southern Xinjiang."
He slowly raised his head and looked at Fang Ci: "Kill Lu, ally with the North, put the blame on Yunzhong, and turn the Imperial City into an ally."
and--
"Seventy thousand troops are at our fingertips. The time, the place, and the people are all right. Princess, we won't have a better opportunity than this."
Fang Ci listened quietly. Han Chenglie's words were as sharp as knives, and every word cut into her bones, but she just stood there, not moving a muscle.
It was as if she also had a knife hidden in her body that was sharper than Han Chenglie's.
The wind in the outer courtyard gradually picked up, and the sky became dark as ink, as if foreshadowing that a storm of thunder was about to strike.
Suddenly, a personal guard trotted in, still dusty and with a look of urgency on his face. "Princess! Please proceed to the commander's headquarters immediately! The commander has reported—His Royal Highness Prince Xiang has arrived in Southern Xinjiang."
One stone can cause a thousand ripples.
As soon as he finished speaking, Han Chenglie's body shook, and his right hand suddenly pressed on the hilt of the sword at his waist.
But his wrist was held firmly by Fang Ci.
Fang Ci held the sword very steadily and accurately blocked the sword that was about to be drawn.
Han Chenglie was slightly stunned.
Fang Ci simply raised his eyes and looked at him calmly: "If he wasn't prepared, he wouldn't have come."
Although she was reluctant to admit it, Fang Ci knew Qin Shu too well. He never fought a battle without preparation.
If Qin Shu dared to step into southern Xinjiang alone, he must have a backup plan, or he might have already made his move, just waiting for someone to take the bait.
Fang Ci lowered his eyes, released Han Chenglie's wrist, and said calmly, "I understand. I'll be right there."
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At the headquarters of the Southern Army, the general's flag was lowered, and the entire camp was filled with swords and weapons, and no one spoke.
Even before dusk falls, the hall is already chilly.
As soon as Fang Ci stepped in, he saw the familiar figure sitting at the main seat.
The man who came was dressed in black, sitting in a lazy but majestic posture, tapping the handle of the chair with his slender finger knuckles, as if he was assessing someone, or waiting for someone to finish the game.
Fang Ci chuckled lightly, but with a hint of sarcasm: "What a distinguished guest! Your Highness has come to the Southern Palace. I wonder what brings you here."
Qin Shu's expression remained unchanged upon hearing this, his eyes as dark as water.
He seemed too lazy to beat around the bush with her, and his words were direct and sharp: "Xiao Jamel, where are the people?"
As soon as these words were spoken, all the generals from the Southern Palace in the hall had murderous glares in their eyes, and murderous intent surged up like a tide.
However, Fang Ci did not move, but just looked at him quietly: "A few days ago, there was a battle in southern Xinjiang, and Jing Yuan died for his country."
Before she finished speaking, someone suddenly stood up from the side.
The man was tall and slender, wearing a white robe, with a pale face and a gloomy expression, and his eyes were cold.
"Your Highness." His voice was not loud, but every word was chilling: "Don't listen to her nonsense. Jamel Xiao will not die."
The young man laughed, but his smile was as cold as if he had been soaked in a cold spring. "It's this Nanwang Mansion. Someone wants him dead."
Fang Ci's eyes darkened, and he stared at the other person for a long while, extremely angry: "You dare to come back?"
Xiao Jingxiu, however, did not shy away from it, and stood calmly in the hall: "Why, the princess wants to kill me in front of His Royal Highness Prince Xiang?"
The air suddenly stagnated.
Instead, Qin Shu waved his hand, signaling Xiao Jingxiu to retreat, as if he had no intention of pursuing the matter: "Since he is dead, let it go."
"Xiao Jingxiu." Qin Shu said calmly: "From today on, the position of the Southern Palace Marshal will be temporarily in your hands."
As soon as these words were spoken, a great shock went up in the commander's quarters. The generals looked at each other in bewilderment, some even changing color on the spot.
A moment later, a thunderous slamming of the table resounded throughout the hall: "Qin Shu, what do you mean?!"
Fang Che suddenly stood up from his seat, his eyes almost burning with fire: "It's not your turn to tell the Nan Mansion who to appoint as its leader!"
Several older generals hurriedly reached out to stop him: "Young Prince, calm down - don't be disrespectful in front of His Highness -"
Several other generals held swords in their hands.
Those people looked at Fang Ci, as if they only needed her order to make the high-ranking royal nobleman bleed to pieces on the spot.
A strong dragon cannot defeat a local snake. This has been the case since ancient times.
The atmosphere in the classroom was tense.
Fang Ci slowly exhaled, raised his hand and said, "Ache, apologize to His Highness."
"Sister!" Fang Che called her urgently, his tone reluctance intensifying.
Fang Ci only gave him a glance, and Fang Che's body stiffened. He lowered his head, suppressing his anger and speaking with a hint of grievance: "...Your Highness, please forgive me."
Fang Ci looked at Qin Shu with a cold tone and a smile that didn't reach his eyes: "Your Highness is going to appoint a new commander for my Southern Palace?"
Qin Shu's expression remained unchanged, and he only said, "Yes."
His words were still high-sounding: "The barbarians in the south are eyeing us covetously. The position of Southern Governor has been vacant for many days. If you don't appoint someone, isn't your Highness afraid that you will cause trouble for the country?"
Fang Ci heard this and smiled: "What if I don't agree?"
Qin Shu's eyes flashed with mockery, and he also laughed: "My princess, are you saying that, as the young prince said, Yunzhong can no longer control the Nan Mansion?"
He changed the subject: "A traitor killed his master. Does Southern Xinjiang also want to follow the example of our ancestors?"
At this point, the atmosphere in the hall suddenly became as cold as ice.
Qin Shu's eyes trembled with coldness, and murderous intent flashed in his eyes: "I just wonder if the Fang family today still has the ability that Fang Weian had back then?"
He threw a letter from his sleeve, and the letter fell to the ground with a clear sound.
Qin Shu's tone was indifferent, his eyes as dark as the night: "As soon as Xiao Jingyuan died, someone on your side of the Nanfu couldn't wait to get in touch with the Imperial City, wrote a letter to invite Qin Xuan, and conspired with Yunzhong."
He walked forward slowly, his eyes like a cold light, "Princess, will you explain this matter?"
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