His voice was neither loud nor soft, but it reached the old man's ears perfectly. His eyes lit up; it was Prince Yong who had arrived!
However, he pretended not to hear, staring at the sky as if in a daze.
Although Mo Qin said this, the intelligence written on paper was not so; it was that the King of Yan was not in Chu.
The King of Yan is not in Chu! So where is he? There was a flood in Chu, but it was not serious. In principle, the local government could handle it and only needed to report it to the authorities. There was no need to send more people, let alone a prince.
However, some people deliberately created a mystery by intercepting messengers, driving away refugees, and leading them to Xiliang, while the King of Yan was not in Chu County.
The prince pondered for a moment, then shifted his position so the old man couldn't hear their conversation, and said in a low voice, "What's the nearest town? A relatively large one?"
Uncle Fu immediately replied, "The largest one is Luoyang."
It takes several days to travel from here to Luoyang, which is farther than going to Xiliang. However, the Prince Yong's mansion has connections in Luoyang, but no reliable connections in the nearby cities.
After listening, Prince Yong thought for a long time, then turned to ask Uncle Fu, "Does A-Jun own a large shop in Luoyang?"
"No, but the young master of the Luoyang Trading Company has a cooperative relationship with us. This servant finds this person to be extremely reliable. His name is Lin Dongxue." He personally inspected Lin Dongxue back then. With his experience, he was usually quite accurate in judging a person's reliability.
“With the nation in peril, Fu Da, you must go to Luoyang and persuade the Luoyang merchants to donate their funds for disaster relief. I will write a letter for you to take to Luoyang…” He couldn’t remember which commander-in-chief was in charge of Luoyang. After thinking for a moment, he still couldn’t remember, so he could only say, “Take this to the official in charge of Luoyang and ask him to open the city gates and let the refugees into the city.”
"Yes." It was extremely wise of Fu Bo to be assigned to Yong Wang's mansion as steward. He already knew the seriousness of the situation and had guessed about 50-60% of what Yong Wang would do next.
After giving his instructions, Prince Yong took out a white handkerchief from his bosom, preparing to write a letter to the official in charge of Luoyang.
However, when he took out the handkerchief, he found that it was embroidered by Jiang Ying herself. There were no complicated patterns on it, only the character "Ying" in white and very small. It was not noticeable unless you looked closely.
He stared at the handkerchief, remaining silent for a long time.
After thinking for a long time, he put the handkerchief back into his pocket, asked Mo Qin for a sheet of Xuan paper folded into pieces, and began to write.
There was no ink, but fortunately the brush still had some ink on it. After wetting it with water, I was able to write a few characters.
After finishing the short letter, he handed it to Uncle Fu and gestured for Mo Qin to go and bring the old man over.
Mo Qin understood and rushed to the old man's side in a few steps. Without saying a word, he reached out and lifted the old man up. The soldiers quickly tied the old man up with a rope.
"My lord, my lord, why are you arresting me?" he shouted in panic, his face still full of sorrow. If it weren't for his dirty hands, Prince Yong would have believed his lies.
Having made up his mind, Prince Yong walked to the old man's side and scrutinized him, saying, "Tell me, who sent you?"
The old man looked bewildered and shook his head repeatedly in fear, as if he were a commoner. "To answer your question, sir, I was not sent by anyone. I came on my own."
"Stop pretending. Your attire does resemble that of a refugee, but your nails are very clean. Let's be frank and ask who sent you. Perhaps I can spare your life."
At this moment, Prince Yong had long lost his absurdity. He had handsome features, a tall and imposing figure, and a slender and outstanding temperament. Dressed in white, he looked exceptionally elegant amidst the green mountains and clear waters.
Unlike Huo Baichuan's unruliness, Wei Caitao's otherworldly elegance, and Wei Tingsi's imposing aura, he seemed to need no external factors to accentuate his captivating charm.
He is no longer young, but not old either. He has passed the age of thirty and has experienced many ups and downs. He was once absurd and decadent, but now he has found his future goals. He is a father, a pillar of a family, a big tree for his child, and a son to his elderly mother.
Perhaps there are things he can't do well, but he's trying.
The youthful exuberance of those years has long been ingrained in his heart by the absurdity of those years. Time flies, and he has washed away the superficiality and revealed his true self.
The old man was stunned for a moment, wanting to look at his hands, but he couldn't, as his hands were already tied behind his back. He smiled sadly, "I didn't expect Your Highness to be so observant. Since you've discovered it, then this old man has nothing to say."
He finished speaking and tried to grit his teeth and swallow the poison in his mouth, but he was too late. Mo Qin skillfully pinched his chin and easily took the poison out of his mouth.
Prince Yong did not intend to interrogate the prisoners here. Interrogating prisoners was the responsibility of the Ministry of Justice, and he did not care much about it. He simply ordered, "Hand the prisoners over to the Ministry of Justice," and then turned around and went back.
"Your Highness, shall we go back?" Mo Qin was a little confused. They had already arrived in Chu, so weren't they supposed to be going to open the city gates?
Prince Yong nodded, but before he could speak, an arrow shot through the air, heading straight for his face.
Uncle Fu had not yet left. His eyes flashed with murderous intent, and he met the arrow that came flying through the air with his sword. The arrow was deflected and hit the tree trunk, with the arrowhead completely embedded in the tree, showing how powerful it was.
Uncle Fu's hands were trembling slightly. If that arrow had hit Prince Yong, he would have died on the spot.
"Your Highness, hurry!" A figure in black flew out from the depths of the dense forest, but disappeared without a trace.
The head of the Empress Dowager's secret guards flew to Prince Yong's side and said sternly to Uncle Fu, "Escort the Prince back to the capital! Hurry! A large force will arrive within an hour, and our men can't hold out any longer."
Uncle Fu understood what she meant: the people the Empress Dowager sent to secretly protect Prince Yong suffered heavy casualties!
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