Wulibu stared blankly at the direction where Zhang Shixun disappeared, feeling more and more depressed.
Seeing that his expression was not right, his attendants hurriedly said, "Second Prince, please return to the camp first."
"Um!"
Wulibu turned around and walked slowly towards his warhorse. Just after taking a few steps, he felt a palpitation and nausea. He spat out a mouthful of blood, and fell into the snow with his eyes going dark.
The attendants were frightened and rushed forward to check.
His face was as pale as gold paper and his breathing was rapid.
Someone shouted, "Quick! Carry the Second Prince back."
Everyone was in a hurry to lift him up and ran towards Qingcheng Village quickly.
On the way, he met Jiemu and the fourth prince Wuzhu.
"Ah! What happened to the second prince?" Jie Mu screamed and hurried over to the crowd.
The Fourth Prince Wuzhu held Wulibu's hand and said in a trembling voice, "Brother, are you okay?"
Wulibu opened his eyes slightly and said weakly, "My old illness has come back again."
Wuli had a heart disease, which would occur from time to time.
Jie Mu said, "This is not the place to talk. Let's go back to Qingcheng Village first."
On the way, Jiemu grabbed one of her followers by the neck and asked in a gruff voice, "What's going on? Where is Nianhan?"
"Marshal Zong Han was captured by the Song army... No, no! Was he captured by Heavenly King Zhang?"
"What?" Jie Mu shuddered, tightened her grip, and pinched the attendant so hard that his tongue stuck out. "Tell me again, what's going on?"
"Ugh...!" The attendant was strangled so badly that he couldn't speak.
Jie Mu threw him aside and grabbed another of her followers, saying, "You speak."
The attendant stammered and told the whole story from beginning to end.
After hearing this, Jie Mu felt nervous.
The capture of the Eastern Marshal is a huge event.
Since the rise of the Great Jin Dynasty, not to mention the marshals, even the Mouke and Meng'an were rarely captured alive by the enemy.
The group hurried back to Qingcheng Village and quickly called a doctor to check on Wulibu's condition.
This doctor was originally an imperial physician in the palace of the Great Song Dynasty. He took Wuliebu's pulse and remained silent for a long time.
Seeing this, the Fourth Prince Wuzhu hurriedly asked, "How is my brother's condition?"
"Excessive worry and fatigue have led to heart disease. The Second Prince has been ill for more than a day or two."
Wushu nodded. "Indeed, my brother had this symptom five years ago, and it has persisted until now... Tell me, is his life in danger?"
"You don't have to worry about your life for now, but you can't worry about it during this period, and you can't get angry. You need to put aside your chores and rest in peace."
As the doctor spoke, he picked up a pen and wrote a prescription, handing it to Wuzhu. "Take it according to this prescription for two days, and you should be fine."
Wuzhu took the prescription and immediately asked someone to get the medicine.
Wuli opened his eyes without much effort and said with difficulty, "Old...Fourth, come...over here."
Wuzhu turned around and walked to his bedside, saying, "Brother, what do you want me to do?"
"The fewer people who know about Nianhan's kidnapping, the better. Also, my illness must be kept secret as much as possible."
Wuzhu nodded and asked, "What are your arrangements for military affairs?"
"Until my condition improves, Jamu will temporarily oversee military affairs, and you will assist him." Wulibu took a deep breath and instructed, "Jamu is an elder of Conglong's family. He is loyal to the Great Jin, but lacks wisdom and has a hot temper. He is easily impulsive. Therefore, if he makes a rash decision while he is in charge of the army, you must find a way to dissuade him."
"Brother, don't worry. I've been by his side all these days. If anything really happens, I'll take it into consideration."
"Yeah! Go ahead."
Wulibu closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.
Wuzhu returned to the commander-in-chief's tent, where many generals were already sitting.
Wanyan Yinshuke and Wanyan Loushi, who were under Nianhan's command, also rushed over from Liujia Temple.
Seeing Wuzhu coming in, Wanyan Yinshu asked, "Fourth Prince, how is Marshal Wuliebu's condition?"
"I've been overworked and my heart disease has relapsed. The doctor said I'll be fine after a few days of recuperation."
"I'm glad you're okay."
Jiemu clapped her hands and said, "While Wuliebu is recuperating, I will temporarily take charge of the army... Everyone, Nianhan has been captured alive by Zhang Shixun. He has three days to release all the Song soldiers. If you don't, he will cut a piece of Nianhan's flesh every day. What do you have to say?"
"The person is in his hands, so we have to do as he says. Let him go first. Rescuing Nianhan is the most important thing." Yin Shuke spoke first. Among the people present, except for Jiemu, he had the most seniority.
The muscles on Jiemu's face twitched, but she said nothing.
Wuzhu said, "Among these Song people, the musicians and women are nothing special, but those Baise craftsmen are what our Great Jin needs. The Emperor has specifically instructed that we must bring back as many of them as possible."
Yin Shuke said, "Let them go, and then we can take them back. We don't have to worry about them running away to heaven."
Wanyan Loushi suddenly asked, "Doesn't Zhang Shixun's conditions include the Emperor of the Song Dynasty and the royal family?"
"You don't have this?"
Wushu said, "When I first heard the conditions proposed by Zhang Shixun, I was also very puzzled. Why didn't he mention releasing the Zhao emperor? It's really puzzling."
Wanyan Loushi breathed a sigh of relief. "Just don't mention it. If they want us to release the Emperor of Song, we absolutely cannot agree to it."
Yin Shuke glared at him and said, "Nianhan is in his hands. No matter what conditions he asks, we should agree to them. The worst that can happen is that we can just spend more effort to catch him back later."
Finally, Jie Mu couldn't hold it in any longer and said irritably, "Our Great Jin Kingdom has swept across the world. When has it ever accepted threats from the enemy?"
Yin Shuke felt uneasy when he heard this and said hurriedly, "But, Nianhan..."
"Nianhan has been captured by him, so we just need to rescue him...Everyone, stop talking and follow my orders to send troops to Zhangxiaozhuang."
“No!”
Yinshu can stop it together with Wushu.
Are you kidding me?
As a result, Nianhan lost his life.
That's not how it works.
Jie Mu glared at me and asked, "Am I the commander here, or are you the commanders?"
"Of course you are the commander-in-chief." Yin Shuke suppressed his anger and said, "If we send troops to Zhang Xiaozhuang, Zhang Shixun will probably kill Nianhan."
Jiemu had always been at odds with the prime minister, Wanyan Sagai, and she also disliked his eldest son, Nianhan. In addition, Nianhan had a bad temper and was arrogant, so he did not take Jiemu seriously.
Therefore, Jiemu didn't care about Nianhan's life or death at all. It was better for him to die so that she wouldn't be annoyed by seeing him.
Everyone was very clear about the relationship between the two. When they heard that Jiemu was going to send troops to Zhang Xiaozhuang, they all thought in their hearts that Jiemu was taking revenge for personal reasons and wanted to take this opportunity to get rid of Nianhan.
Wuzhu advised, "Uncle, think twice before you act. Nianhan is the Marshal of the Western Route. If he dies here, what will become of the reputation of the Jin Empire?"
Jiemu glanced around at everyone and said loudly, "Nianhan's life is certainly important, but the majesty of the Great Jin Kingdom cannot be violated... Blasphemy. No matter who dares to threaten the Great Jin Kingdom, there is only one word for it - death!"
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