"Why three days?"
Fu Rong took off his military uniform and changed into a scholar's robe and belt, and was tidying up his hair and appearance.
Three days is enough time for Julu Kingdom to redeploy its troops, and three days is also enough time for Moye to regroup. Three days... the changes are too great.
Wang Zebang, holding his helmet, loosened his stiff limbs and leaned against the corner of the city wall to rest for a while.
After this battle, he was not exactly exhausted, but he was also very tired. However, he had other plans to make, so he could only take a short break with Fu Rong to relax and catch his breath.
"Don't worry, the general has his own plans," he said calmly.
Seeing how confident he was, it's clear he had planned this all along.
"You and Wei Yao, you two have been following the general around these past few days, almost squeezing out my position. I'm new here and feel like I'm completely blind. What exactly have you two been planning behind the scenes?" Fu Rong asked sourly.
He now looked every bit the scholar, his appearance completely changed. If it weren't for the fact that his manner of speaking remained the same, no one would have guessed who he had played before.
Unlike Wei Yao, Wang Zebang never paid attention to Fu Rong's boring topics.
He stood up straight, twisting his sore neck and elbows: "You should know that the general will tell you what to do, so what's the rush?"
Fu Rong noticed his depressed and gloomy expression and sidled up to him: "What's wrong?"
"What? What happened?" Wang Zebang looked up, as if he didn't know what he was talking about.
Fu Rong asked directly, "Ever since you found out that Sang Xuanqing is our general's wife, you seem to have been unhappy. Is it because you think she is not good enough for the general, or is it because... she killed Gongshu Lan?"
Wang Zebang stared coldly at a point in the air, remaining silent for a long time.
Since you can't answer that, then it must be a combination of both.
"you……"
Fu Rong was about to say something when he saw Wei Yao running over out of the corner of his eye, so he kept quiet for the time being.
Wei Yao raised an eyebrow. Seeing that Fu Rong had changed his clothes again, he knew that he was preparing to change his identity. He also knew this man's character. He was afraid of death and would not feel safe unless he hid in the crowd.
"Stop fiddling around and hurry over there, the general is looking for you."
Upon hearing that the general wanted to see him, Fu Rong instinctively shuddered, as if he had already anticipated what was going to happen: "No way, not again?"
His face fell.
Wei Yao knew what was going on and felt a little sorry for him. He patted the other man on the shoulder and said, "Who told you to be Ghost Eye Fu Rong? You're the only one who knows the subtle things that others can't detect. If the general doesn't come looking for you, who will he come looking for?"
"I don't want to either. Is being observant enough a reason for me to suffer?" Fu Rong rubbed his face and looked at the two of them pitifully. "Brother, as long as we can't find the General's wife, not only will the General go crazy, but I'll probably go crazy too."
Mentioning Zheng Quchi brought back a flood of memories for Wei Yao, and her face showed a complex mix of emotions.
He sighed softly, "Yes, I just hope that the general's wish can be fulfilled. Hurry up and go, the general. If you keep him waiting, you will only suffer more in the future."
After Fu Rong left, Wang Zebang glanced at Wei Yao and couldn't help but ask, "How do you feel about your brother Sang becoming your mistress?"
Wei Yao painfully touched her eyes: "No~ don't talk about this, I can't think about this right now."
Wang Zebang remained indifferent, a cold smile playing on his lips: "Who says otherwise? Sang Xuanqing and Zheng Quchi, these two siblings are actually the same person. So the general chose her from the very beginning."
Wei Yao had always known his thoughts, and seeing his expression at this moment, she couldn't help but advise, "Zebang, the general chose this person himself. Whether it was by chance or by fate, since it is already a fait accompli, you should relax, understand, and accept it."
"Don't lecture me. I know what to do myself." Wang Zebang walked past him expressionlessly, but Wei Yao grabbed him again: "General...you should be able to tell that we need her."
Wang Zebang paused, hesitated for a long time, and then relaxed his shoulders, looking at the unacceptable scene. He said, "The late Madam... was gentle and virtuous, a noble lady from a noble family, with a majestic presence, dignified and outstanding, like a fairy descended from the Jade Pool. But Sang Xuan, no, Zheng Quchi, what is she like? You have seen her yourself. She is dark-skinned and short, with neither beauty nor virtue. How can I accept such a woman marrying the General?"
After listening to his heartfelt words, Wei Yao seemed about to lose her composure and finally laughed: "Zebang, Zebang, you don't understand matters of the heart. You marry a wife just to bring a mistress into the family, but will she make you happy, angry, infatuated, or sorrowful? No, because this woman is someone you married for the sake of the family. In other words, she is just a mistress of the Wang family, not someone you, Wang Zebang, truly love."
“But the general is different from you. He has never taken the Yuwen clan seriously, and he will not take the rise and fall of the Yuwen clan as a guide for his actions. He will marry Zheng Quchi for no reason other than because he wants to marry her.”
"But there are so many talented and beautiful women in the world, why does it have to be her?" Wang Zebang still couldn't understand.
He always believed that his constant standards were the only correct ones, and that everything else was completely unimportant.
Wei Yao's smile faded, and he said seriously, "The General is completely different from you because you can marry any woman you list who meets the criteria for the Wang family's matriarch, not just one. But the General... has many choices: Princess Sheng'an, noble ladies from all walks of life in the country, Gongshu Lan. Any one of these women would be among the top women in the seven kingdoms. Yet, he didn't marry any of them. Instead, in a remote border region like Fuxian, on an ordinary morning, with an ordinary wedding procession, he chose Zheng Quchi as his wife..."
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