Chapter 489 Uncle's Worry

Jin Cheng then asked Zong Zhao, "General Zong, what do you think?"

Zong Zhao clenched his fingers and replied, "Your Majesty, I agree with Prime Minister Shen's opinion. The troops can be dispatched. I am willing to lead the troops to the front line. Please approve it!"

He's going to the border.

Go and bring Zong Yan home.

Before the little devil could reply, Luo Jingfeng was the first to disagree. He said in a stern voice, "What are you going to do? Are you afraid that a general like me can't command them well? The emperor is still in the capital. If we all leave, who will protect him?"

Prime Minister Shen would never feel at ease leaving Cheng'er to himself. Luo Jingfeng wanted to go to the battlefield, but he could not threaten the safety of his nephew and the stability of the court.

Zong Zhao said coldly: "Then you stay, I will lead the troops to the battle."

"Let go..." Luo Jingfeng almost cursed, he knew Zong Zhao was eyeing the military power, but this was the foundation of their existence, of course they would not give it to Zong Zhao.

He said sarcastically, "I remember that Mrs. Fu Sheng was pregnant just now, and the fetus is not stable, right? This is General Zong's first child. Can you go to the border with peace of mind?"

The two generals exchanged glances and fought fiercely.

Prime Minister Shen quietly acted as an invisible man, not getting involved, not trying to stop the fight, and not taking sides.

The little devil saw Zong Zhao's reaction and most likely determined the identity of the person in the painting. He said to Zong Zhao, "General Zong should go back to the mansion to discuss with Madam Fu Sheng. I will announce the list of generals to go to the battle tomorrow morning."

He actually felt that it didn't matter who went to the war, but if someone had to be left in the capital, Luo Jingfeng would never hand over the military power to Zong Zhao.

So either they both go together, or Luo Jingfeng goes alone.

The little devil said that he wanted Zong Zhao to go back and discuss the matter, but in fact he just wanted to give him some time to calm down.

Zong Zhao's mind was indeed in a mess. When he got home, he was still a little dazed, as if he was dreaming.

When he was sixteen, Zong Yan put the only living Iron Claw Hook into his hand in order to save him, allowing him to survive the cliff.

Later, Zong Yan's body was transported back to the capital.

Everyone thought he was dead.

Even Zong Zhao, who had been reborn, thought so. He died at the age of 26 in his previous life and never heard any news about Zong Yan until his death. This year he is 27 years old.

He waited for news from Zong Yan.

"Zhao'er, what's wrong with you?" The old marquis and the old lady were just about to go out when they happened to run into Zong Zhao coming back, who looked distraught. They hurried up to him and asked.

Zong Zhao followed them back to the mansion, handed the small portrait in his hand to the two elders, and said in a trembling voice: "Zong Yan may... still be alive."

"What did you say!" The old lady widened her eyes and immediately took the portrait and looked at it. It was indeed Zong Yan. He was much more mature than in her memory, but his facial features had hardly changed.

The old marquis was also shocked. He tried to ask calmly, "Where did this portrait come from? Who gave it to you?"

Zong Zhao said hoarsely, "It's an urgent report from the border, saying that the conspirator of Prince Jin'an of Youguo looks similar to me."

"Zong Yan...Zong Yan...My child, my child is still alive, he is still alive!" The old lady cried with joy, "Quick, bring Zong Yan back. It has been eleven years. He must have forgotten the way home."

The old marquis also said with tears in his eyes: "Yes, yes, something must have happened to Zong Yan. It was that Prince Jin'an who forcibly detained Zong Yan, so Zong Yan can't come back."

The old lady grabbed Zong Zhao with tears in her eyes and begged, "Zhao'er, please bring Yan'er back quickly. Mother misses him. Mother wants him to come home..."

Zong Zhao told her: "The emperor has just ascended the throne, and the capital must be guarded. Luo Jingfeng holds the military power and refuses to hand it over. If we have to go to war, only he can go. I...can't go."

"Ah..." The old lady was disappointed and worried, "What should we do? Luo Jingfeng doesn't know Yan'er. Will he help us bring Yan'er back?"

"I will tell Luo Jingfeng to bring Zong Yan back, but I'm worried that Zong Yan may not be willing to go with us." On the way back, Zong Zhao thought of all the possibilities.

No one knows what happened to Zong Yan in the past eleven years. If he was detained against his will, he can still be rescued, but if he was detained voluntarily, he may not be able to be brought back.

The old marquis, who had been silent all this time, opened his mouth and said, "Let me go. I will take Zong Yan home."

"Father?" "Grandpa?"

The old marquis smiled bitterly and said, "I was injured and didn't go to the front line, which caused you two brothers to put your trust in the wrong person and end up like this. All this is my fault for trusting others. Now that I am healthy, I can go to the border with you and bring Zong Yan home in person."

Zong Zhao shook his head at him: "Dad, you can no longer go to the battlefield."

The battlefield is dangerous. The old marquis is now over 50 years old and his skills are no longer as good as when he was young.

The old marquis laughed angrily: "What do you mean by 'can't do it anymore', you are scolding me for being old, right? I tell you, there is a saying that goes 'old but strong'. Even if I can't lead troops to fight, I can still fight with Zong Yan. He is my own son, can I really kill his own father?"

The old lady was so frightened that she quickly scolded him, "Stop saying such unlucky words."

The old marquis: "Pooh, pooh, pooh."

Zong Zhao: “…”

Having said that, if Zong Zhao cannot go, the old marquis is indeed the most suitable candidate.

So Zong Zhao went to the Duke of Huguo's mansion in person and specifically told him not to let the old marquis lead the troops to war, as the only purpose of the old marquis's trip was to bring back Zong Yan.

Luo Jingfeng groaned and said unhappily, "That's a lot to ask. I have to help you take care of your dad while I fight a war?"

Zong Zhao said bluntly: "Then you stay in Beijing and I go to the border?"

"Ah!" Luo Jingfeng's aorta was tied and he stopped whimpering.

However, seeing that Zong Zhao was about to leave, he chased after him and warned him, "Zong Zhao, when I'm not around, you must take good care of Cheng'er and put him first in everything. If there is any trouble in the capital, immediately send me back to the court as fast as 800 miles away. Otherwise, if anything happens to him, don't blame me for taking action against your own father."

Zong Zhao hated this way of speaking.

He looked sideways and said in a cold voice: "Luo Jingfeng, you are too arrogant. This will not end well."

Luo Jingfeng snorted coldly: "Don't worry about whether I have a good ending or not, just take care of your own family business!"

After Zong Zhao left, Luo Jingfeng began to prepare for the expedition, carefully selecting generals to take with him and personnel who were suitable to stay in the capital.

After everything was ready, he still felt uneasy.

It's too dangerous for Cheng'er to stay in the capital alone.

He led all the troops to the border, leaving the imperial city without any troops. If Zong Zhao and Chu Heng took the opportunity to usurp the throne, how could Cheng'er defeat the tens of thousands of officers and soldiers of the City Patrol?

If the mutiny succeeds, how will they deal with Cheng'er?