Chapter 410 Judgment
Vietnam and North Korea’s military is a powerful force against small countries that declare war on them.
As long as the one who goes there is not an idiot who wants to be killed, any general can win.
Bei Jingchu sent half of his generals out, leaving the chance to make meritorious service to his own people.
While keeping peace at home and keeping an eye on the war ahead, Bei Jingchu cleans up the assassination incident.
Long smoke......
Although the hope was slim, she still wished that the weapon in the assassin's hand was not obtained from the two craftsmen who died midway.
However, Jiang Longshou came back at full speed and told her the bad news.
The young man, covered in dust, said, "I divided my troops into two groups, each of which went back to their hometowns. The other group found the corpse and burned it after confirmation."
"And where I went, the family did not receive the coffin for the funeral. I asked along the way, but I did not hear of any funeral procession."
The implication is self-evident.
Bei Jingchu's breath was choked, and he ordered in a flat voice: "Pass the order, take Chang Yan to the Dali Temple."
As Haoyue's focus gradually shifted to intelligence matters, the female official serving as secretary to Bei Jingchu was replaced by Xin'er who returned to Beijing.
No talent is needed, just extreme loyalty.
She raised her head, looked at Bei Jingchu worriedly, then lowered her head and went out to pass the message.
The verdict has been drafted, but Bei Jingchu has not signed it yet, and it will be delayed for a day or two.
It won’t last more than a few days.
Aye is still in a coma, and someone must be held responsible for leaking the news, and Changyan is the most likely suspect.
The long smoke has cleared, and the bright moon is thousands of miles away.
I should have known not to choose this name. It is not auspicious at all.
The blue mark was soaked on the verdict, and the word "准" was about to take shape.
There was a report from outside that Princess Mo Qing wanted to see her urgently.
Bei Huan came in hurriedly, her skirt and forehead still stained with water from the heavy summer rain, soaking the carpet in the palace.
The little girl wiped her face and rushed over.
"Cousin, Chang Tingyi asked me to pass on a message."
"If you want to save Changyan, you should go incognito tomorrow and wait for him at Yulou."
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It had been raining all night, and Bei Jing was still damp when she first entered the yard.
The air in Xindu is much more humid than in Anzhou, and it makes you feel sticky.
It was cool after the rain, and the maid was fanning her to create a breeze that was neither cold nor hot.
Bei Jingchu sighed: "Minister Chang is so generous."
"As expected of a young master from the first family, you have already reserved the largest courtyard in Yulou just by talking to me."
Although this is her business, the money she spends eventually flows into Bei Jingchu's own pocket.
The people who really make money do so quietly.
Chang Tingyi complimented, "When entertaining His Highness, it naturally cannot be too simple."
"I'm not favored by you to begin with, and now that you hold me as your enemy, I'm done for."
Bei Jingchu unconsciously sat on the buttocks opposite him.
Chairs have long been used by the public and the palace, but only these noble families still cling to these old-generation instruments and insist on sitting on their knees.
Bei Jingchu would like to call it "hard work without any hardship".
However, today she was asking for help, so she didn't bother with the details.
The tea stove in front of him was bubbling with steam, obscuring the person in front of him.
In front of others, Chang Tingyi behaves like a typical young man from an aristocratic family. He does things slowly and methodically, and even his walking steps seem to have been measured.
Bei Jingchu never dared to go against the rules of the aristocratic family. They always made trouble for her over trivial, irrelevant and unnecessary things.