Chapter 245 Homesickness
Everyone already knew that Wen Zhiming and Meng Lingge had a close relationship. Cao Ran, Ren Yang, and General Liu were even aware of Meng Lingge's identity. In addition, Meng Lingge had indeed made several good suggestions recently, so they had no objection to Wen Zhiming's decision.
They all unanimously praised Meng Lingge highly.
Seeing that Cao Ran was going too far, even going so far as to say that they were a perfect match and that they were a loving couple, Meng Lingge was worried that he would reveal his true identity, so she raised her hand to interrupt him.
"You flatter me, I am unworthy of such praise. Although the three envoys have agreed to this matter, they will certainly discuss it again after returning to their countries. The matter is not 100% settled. We must not let our guard down until we have the weapons."
“That’s right,” Wen Zhiming continued, “In my opinion, the Emperor of Lanyu Kingdom and the ministers who support the Sixth Prince can only agree, but the other princes, especially the Crown Prince’s faction, will vehemently oppose it. Currently, the Emperor still controls the court in Lanyu Kingdom, so after the controversy, in order to rescue the Sixth Prince, the Emperor will still send weapons to ransom him. He naturally hopes this deal will succeed, and that he can use these weapons to redeem his most beloved son. But what about the Crown Prince of Lanyu Kingdom, and the other princes? What will they do?”
Upon hearing this, everyone's expressions became more serious.
Cao Ran said, "Could it be that after they ransom the people, they will not act according to the agreement, but instead take back the weapons?"
Ren Yang shook his head and said, "No, if I were the Crown Prince of Lanyu Kingdom, I wouldn't wait until after redeeming him to take action. Because saving the Sixth Prince caused the country to lose so many weapons, and this person will seriously threaten me after returning to the palace, then I would definitely want to get rid of him as soon as possible."
General Liu nodded and said, "Commander Ren is right. They can secretly make their move and then pin the Sixth Prince's death on us. They can then claim that we broke the agreement first and refused to provide weapons. This way, they can eliminate a thorn in their side without spending any money."
The more people talked about it, the more likely it seemed to be true.
After all, given the Sixth Prince's favor with the Emperor, even if he is punished for this incident after returning to the palace, as long as his mother remains the Emperor's most favored concubine, the Sixth Prince will still be the top candidate for Crown Prince in the long run.
The other princes, especially the crown prince who is a strong contender for the throne, will not let this rare opportunity pass them by. They will definitely take risks to prevent the sixth prince from returning to Lanyu Kingdom.
Wen Zhiming's eyes were as dark as ink as he looked at everyone and said, "I am determined to obtain this batch of weapons, not only because the Tiger Soaring Army needs them, but also because after the Blue Feather Kingdom hands over these weapons, it will not have enough strength to fight against our country in the short term. In this way, the people on the borders of the two countries can have peace for the time being, and we can fight against the dog emperor without any worries."
"However, these are all my current estimates of the strength of the Blue Feather Kingdom. There is no guarantee that the Blue Feather Kingdom will not pose a threat to our country after providing weapons. To be on the safe side, the Sixth Prince must return to the palace safely and let the brothers in the Blue Feather Kingdom fight each other for the throne. This will further reduce the possibility of the Blue Feather Kingdom invading Jin Yue again. Therefore, we must get the weapons and protect the Sixth Prince."
All the generals present nodded in agreement: "We understand."
The group began to brainstorm ideas, discussing where to set up the transaction, when to bring the hostages, from which position to retreat after acquiring the weapons, how many men to ambush, and how to retaliate if attacked. Every question was carefully considered and discussed.
Meng Lingge listened carefully to everyone's discussion. When she didn't have any good ideas, she remained quiet. But when she had good suggestions, she would speak up generously and without hesitation.
During the meeting, someone suggested a good place for the transaction, but there was a village nearby, and a conflict there could easily result in the villagers being injured.
Before the man could finish explaining the advantages of the place, Wen Zhiming resolutely refused.
“A trading place that might harm the common people is definitely not a suitable one. It’s better to go through more trouble and hardship than to cause harm to the people.”
Seeing that Wen Zhiming always kept the safety of the people in mind, Meng Lingge felt even more that supporting Wen Zhiming on this path was a wise move.
Her husband is her good fortune, and also a blessing to the people.
By the time everything was settled, the sun had already set, and the afterglow of the setting sun cast a soft glow on the horizon, giving the military camp a somewhat desolate atmosphere.
Meng Lingge walked to the door and stood there.
Wen Zhiming stepped forward and took her hand. After a few steps, he suddenly lowered his head and said softly, "The reward I gave to the strategist earlier was interrupted. How about we make up for it now?"
“No, no, absolutely not.” Meng Lingge issued a triple denial.
Although they didn't have anyone follow them, there were so many guards they would encounter along the way that it would be disgraceful for anyone to see them.
"But I always reward and punish fairly. If I say I will reward you, you must reward me. You can't refuse, strategist." Wen Zhiming chuckled mischievously, bent down and hugged Meng Lingge in his arms, pretending to kiss her.
Meng Lingge blushed with fright, her mind racing with thoughts of what would happen if someone saw them, but Wen Zhiming simply lowered his head slightly and smiled at her.
"What are you thinking, my wife? I just wanted you to enjoy the sunset with me."
After saying that, he used his lightness skill to lift her up to a large tree very close to them. The tree had a large horizontal branch, and there was still plenty of room for the two of them to sit side by side.
A gentle breeze was blowing, and the sunset was like fire.
Wen Zhiming pulled Meng Lingge into his arms, stroked her hair, and whispered, "My wife, were you missing home just now?"
"How did you know?" Meng Lingge asked in surprise.
She was focused and absorbed in discussing matters concerning the military camp with everyone, but when she went out and saw the sky full of sunset, she suddenly wondered if the sky in the capital was like this, and whether her parents, brothers and sisters were well.
Perhaps it was the loneliness of dusk that affected her mood, causing her to be momentarily distracted. With such a small reaction, Wen Zhiming was able to guess her thoughts.
"It's not that I particularly want to, but I'm a little worried. If the Emperor can't find me, I wonder if he'll take his anger out on the Meng family. My father is old-fashioned, and he's probably blaming me right now. My mother's legs are immobile, and she can only lie in bed worrying. I wonder if Xiyao has found a suitable husband yet, and Qingyu is so mischievous; I wonder if she's gotten into any trouble lately."
Once Meng Lingge starts talking, she can't stop.
This was certainly not the first time she had felt homesick, but since she was no longer in the capital, thinking about it wouldn't solve anything, because she was afraid that her worries would come true, so she dared not think about it too deeply each time.
“My secret guards in the capital sent a letter today. Your third sister has entered the palace, Qingyu has become the Ninth Prince’s study companion, and your parents are doing as usual.”
Wen Zhiming let Meng Lingge lean on his shoulder, supporting her back with his left hand, his eyes lowered, his voice gentle.
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