Ruan Shihao felt that he had done his best.
Obviously, such a memorial could not be sent out through public channels, but fortunately, the Khmer Empire's riddled intelligence system was at least still functioning, or they pretended to function, and everyone pretended not to see it.
"After you arrive at Mengyang, according to my guess, the other party will definitely give you a warning. You will be left out for many days before you can see the Qinghebo.
Until then, try to explore and see as much as possible. We have all underestimated Qinghe County."
Ruan Shihao broke out in a cold sweat at the Left Prime Minister's sentiments. Was he being made a spy? After all, when two countries are at war, envoys are not executed. Since the enemy is already flying the banner of the Great Liang Empire, as long as he doesn't act recklessly, he'll normally be treated with courtesy and expelled. However, spies are different. Once caught, according to tradition, Ruan Shihao only hopes that he can choose how to die...
"Sir, I have never been a spy before, and I don't know where to start... I'm afraid I might miss your important task. How about sending a spy to try..."
"Stupid! How come you're going backwards as an official? If spies were useful, why would I bother looking for you? Since the day Mengyang fell, hundreds of spies have entered Mengyang City under various pretexts. It was easy to get in, and they didn't even have to be checked. But to this day, not a single one has emerged. We haven't even figured out how many soldiers the Liang army has."
The Left Prime Minister was furious and said, "You don't have to go, but you also have to quit your position as Minister of Revenue. Since you're afraid of being killed by the Liang people, then you're certainly not afraid of being killed by me."
When Zuo Xiang changed his self-proclaimed name from "old man" to "this Prime Minister", Ruan Shihao knew that he could no longer shirk responsibility. After all, Ruan Shihao was very clear about the difference between dying now and possibly dying in the future.
"I am stupid, please give me some advice, Left Prime Minister." Ruan Shihao knelt on the ground.
"...When the time comes, write the paperwork... No matter where you live, we'll have someone following you. Go find a man selling Khmer spring rolls on the street. He has a scab on his head, so he's easy to find. Just give him the paperwork. He's our best spy, and he'll definitely find a way to get the stuff back."
The next morning, Ruan Shihao complained that he could not get used to the food at the inn. He thought that the people of Qinghe must have replaced the original Cambodian chef with one from Qinghe County, and the breakfast was not to his liking at all. He had to go out and buy spring rolls.
The postmaster wanted to say that the Qinghe Posthouse's meals had long been contracted out to a local restaurant, all prepared by local chefs. There was no way they could offer you any Qinghe specialties. Did you even want the Ten Whip Tonic Soup? But then, as if remembering something, he simply shook his head. "Since Your Excellency desires some local specialties, please help yourself. The posthouse cannot provide them. I have official business, so I will not accompany you."
Everything went very smoothly.
Ruan Shihao left his servant at the post house. As soon as he walked to the door of the post house, he saw an old man with a big bald spot on his head carrying a load and selling spring rolls across the street.
Ruan Shihao pretended to look at two nearby breakfast stalls, seemingly dissatisfied with none of them, before slowly walking over to the spring roll stall: "Your spring rolls look pretty clean."
"Sir, would you like some spring rolls?" the old man said with a smile, bowing.
"Why are you standing at the door? Why don't you find a hidden place?" Ruan Shihao approached the old man and asked in a low voice, pretending to choose the vegetables wrapped in the spring rolls.
"I asked around before I came here. The people who used to run the breakfast stalls were dragged to defend the city during the siege and were killed. I don't know anyone here and no one knows each other. Don't worry, I'm the best spy in the kingdom." The old man replied while pretending to introduce his dishes.
"Hundreds of spies have died here."
"I know. They are all my apprentices. Now it's my turn. Give me the letter. I have to sell all these spring rolls before I can leave."
"OK."
Ruan Shihao bought the spring rolls as he wished and returned to the posthouse. At the other end of the street, someone was reporting to Wang Wu: "Boss, the target has already given the goods to the deliveryman, but the deliveryman is still there."
"Well, this is much more professional. At least he knows how to act out the whole thing and not just leave with the goods. He should be planning to sell all the spring rolls before leaving." Wang Wu nodded.
"So, brothers, how long do we have to wait? I asked someone to buy this spring roll and tried it. It's fine, but it's too unpalatable and hard to swallow."
Wang Wu stared at the man in front of him and said, "When we were training, you could eat raw meat and bugs, but now you can't eat these disgusting spring rolls? You want to leave work early? Sure, arrange for some brothers to go in batches and buy all his spring rolls. Consider it my treat for you guys to have breakfast."
Soon, more and more people came to the street, and many people were quite interested in the spring rolls. In less than an hour, the spring rolls were sold out. The old man with the bald head had no reason to stay there anymore, so he left with his load on his shoulder.
"Damn it, he can leave, but I, a noodle seller, have to wait." The stall owner selling臊子面 nearby complained.
"We all have to wait, but you can't stand it, right? You revealed your identity without permission. Wait until the evening meeting and go to Boss Wang to receive punishment." The vegetable girl opposite the noodle stall said without even raising her head.
The noodle boy shuddered all over and stopped complaining. Instead, he tried his best to sell his noodles.
On the street, Wang Wu took a bite of the spring roll and said, "Damn, it's really disgusting. It's enough to torture people. The person who can make such disgusting spring rolls must not be a good spy. Notify the brothers at Taijing Station and kill him after he delivers the letter." Wang Wu said viciously.
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