Yuwen Sheng's reaction was indifferent, as if he were mentioning someone insignificant: "After finding her, send her back. Don't worry about what she says."
Wang Zebang knew the general would react this way.
He wished he could be as carefree and unrestrained as that, but reality wouldn't allow it.
“But General, Princess Sheng’an is the apple of Prince Ye’s eye. If we are so heartless, we will surely anger Prince Ye. He was already dissatisfied with your attack on Fenggusha City and your marriage, and he withheld the military funds and rations that should have been sent to you…”
"Can't you afford to live anymore?" Wei Yao pressed.
Wang Zebang glared at him: "It'll be soon. The granaries are short of food, especially since Fuxian County has been relying on disaster relief from the imperial court in recent years. Otherwise, with years of drought, they would have long been unable to survive. We can't count on this place."
Upon hearing this, Yuwen Sheng suddenly smiled. His skin was as white and flawless as a pear blossom, yet his black skin was covered with mottled, ghostly patterns: "That's perfect. Once we capture Sheng An, we can exchange grain with the Prince of Ye."
Wei Yao and Wang Zebang: "..." General, what a brilliant plan! (So insidious!)
"But what should we do now? To force you to return to Shengjing, the Prince of Ye has stopped supplying the army with provisions and funds. At the latest, we will run out of food in half a month."
Wang Zebang, who is in charge of internal affairs, bears a heavy responsibility. Now that he sees that no grain can be allocated, he is so worried that his hair is turning white.
After thinking for a moment, Wei Yao suggested, "Since we have neither war nor bandit suppression plans, let's send our soldiers to the mountains to hunt and gather wild fruits and vegetables. In short, let's support ourselves first and get through this period."
"How long do you think this can last?"
It's late winter and early spring now, not the harvest season of autumn. There's food in the mountains, but not much. Every harvest is one less, and there's more monks than porridge. We can't just gnaw on tree bark, that's a terrible idea.
That won't do. Wei Yao's eyes lit up, and he had another idea: "We're not going to participate in the Jichun Craftsmen's Guild. As long as we win, we can support the entire county, not just the troops in our camp."
That's true... but—"The Gongshu family of Beiyuan is wealthy and powerful, and can indeed give you a reward of gold and silver worth a city, but how easy is it for you to win? You should know that we have never even qualified for the competition once, let alone outperformed the craftsmen of the six kingdoms and won the championship."
Wang Zebang simply didn't know what to say to him. Sometimes he seemed shrewd, and other times he seemed to lack common sense. He dared to think of anything. Why didn't he fantasize that the Duke of Gongshu would hand over his entire fortune?
Wei Yao grinned mischievously, "But I always feel that this year might be different."
Yuwen Sheng turned his head and glanced at Wei Yao, asking with feigned surprise and curiosity, "Oh, Wei Yao, what do you think is different about this year compared to previous years?"
Wei Yao quickly composed himself, nervously licked his lips, and said ingratiatingly, "The general is getting married this year, so good luck will surely come one after another, good things will come in pairs, all wishes will be fulfilled, and success will be achieved immediately."
He blurted out his blessings in one breath, fearing that if he spoke too late, the general would mistake him for a "black sheep" with ulterior motives and get rid of him.
Wang Zebang just wanted to facepalm and ignore his sycophantic manner.
Yuwen Sheng was quite satisfied with his answer: "Yes, this year is indeed different from previous years. I have received your blessings. Wang Wei, the Imperial Guard, may also have a son this year. Therefore, some things should be done more quickly and can no longer be delayed."
Congratulations on the birth of your son?
But Wei Yao's first wife is still in the Wei family mansion in Shengjing. The general's meaning is...
Upon hearing this, Wang Zebang and Wei Yao felt a chill run down their spines, immediately understanding what the general meant.
"Has Fu Rong invited the people?" Yuwen Sheng changed the subject and asked about another matter.
Wei Yao was unaware of the situation, but Wang Zebang had been keeping a close eye on it: "They've arrived. Fu Rong found Madam Mei in Chuanhua Hutong in Fenlan Lane. She's been brought to our camp now. She said she needs some time to prepare the medicinal diet."
Yuwen Sheng smiled gently: "Tell her she'd better not be late. The lady's health cannot be compromised in any way. If she can't cure the lady, then she can forget about ever seeing her husband again."
When Muko was mentioned, the other two had different expressions.
"yes."
"We should set off for Jizhou tomorrow."
Upon hearing this, Wei Yao immediately became excited. His fox-like eyes narrowed and he said with great interest, "General, after we finish clearing out Jizhou and come back, we'll at least have enough to cover our travel expenses to Julu Kingdom."
Wang Zebang's expression turned cold: "This is indeed a solution to the current problem, and it's also time to let them know who is truly in control of Ye Kingdom."
"Those who obey me prosper, those who oppose me perish. They must have already made up their minds." Beneath his mask, Yuwen Sheng maintained an enigmatic smile.
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Looking at the piles of wood filling the small camp, Zheng Quchi felt that their three-person team's construction site was still too small. Once everyone was gathered, they would have to apply to the foreman to expand the area.
"All the wood has been moved here, can I leave now?"
Fu Changfeng had a fierce look on his face and squinted, looking defiant, but he only left after asking all the questions.
"Okay, that's fine, thank you."
After Zheng Quchi finished counting the number of pieces of wood, she subconsciously responded, but as soon as she finished speaking, she froze. Turning her head, she saw that Fu Changfeng was also staring at her with a surprised expression.
His eyes were filled with suspicion and mockery, probably because he thought she was two-faced, looking mature and intimidating, but actually just a naive and innocent girl when she opened her mouth.
"I mean, this is none of your business, you can leave now." She quickly dropped her polite demeanor and waved her hand dismissively.
Meanwhile, Mu Gaoyi and Shi Hetong, who had long since figured out her feigned aloofness, turned their heads away and covered their mouths to laugh.
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