Chapter 212: Can't tolerate her
Once some words are put out in the open, there is no room for avoidance.
Lord Feng's expression turned cold, "What does the old lady mean?"
The old lady smiled slightly and said gently, "Look at this huge general's mansion, but there's not even a man in charge. The prince is imprisoned unjustly, and Yu'er is unexpectedly away on a mission ordered by the emperor. At this time, there is no guarantee that there won't be villains who will frame you."
Before the search even started, they said someone was trying to frame him. This was a preemptive move that actually put Lord Feng in a more pressing position.
According to them, even if they find out something later, someone will frame them?
Lord Feng frowned, "Then according to the old lady's opinion..."
The old lady turned her head and glanced at Wen Wan.
Wen Wan understood and said softly, "How about we have someone from our house act as a witness and supervise the search of each room. Someone from our house must accompany us. Is this okay with you, Madam?"
The old lady responded, "I think it's OK. What do you think, Lord Feng?"
Lord Feng hesitated for a moment and agreed to this request.
So, the people from the Dali Temple and the Imperial Guards acted separately and began to search the entire general's mansion.
The old lady led Wen Wan and Zhao and accompanied Lord Feng to the front yard to wait for the results of the search.
Lord Feng sat at the top, his sharp eyes sweeping over Wen Wan from time to time.
Wen Wan showed no fear at all. She pretended not to notice his gaze and stood quietly beside the old lady.
Half an hour later, a royal guard came out from the backyard quickly, holding a brocade bag in his hand.
He first glanced in the direction of the old lady, then walked up to Lord Feng and whispered a few words.
Lord Feng's expression changed drastically. He pointed at the brocade bag and asked the old lady, "Old lady, this is something I found in the shrine where you chanted sutras. Do you have anything to say?"
The old lady looked bewildered. "How could there be something like this in my shrine? This isn't mine. What do you want me to say?"
Lord Feng sneered and asked the Imperial Guards to exchange him for a servant from the general's mansion.
In front of the old lady, Lord Feng asked the servant, "Did you personally see our people search this brocade bag out of the old lady's Buddhist shrine?"
The servant looked in the direction of the old lady and seemed afraid to speak.
The old lady slammed her cane and said, "Tell the truth!"
The servant then bravely said, "This brocade bag was indeed found by the military officers from the old lady's Buddhist shrine."
Lord Feng seemed to have caught something on the General's Mansion, and his attitude immediately became arrogant.
"Old Madam, you said earlier that you were worried our men might be involved in the search and that you wanted someone to supervise and testify, and I agreed. The brocade pouch found in the shrine was also discovered under your supervision. What else do you have to say?"
Lord Feng's aggressive questioning made the old lady stunned for a moment.
She moved the rosary in her hand faster and faster, and turned to look at Wen Wan, "This, this..."
The old lady was also anxious.
Wen Wan patted the old lady's back soothingly, "Don't worry, old lady. It's just a brocade bag. Maybe some young man who wants to pray to the gods secretly put it in there. After all, who knows what's inside it?"
Upon hearing this, before the old lady could speak, Lord Feng sneered sarcastically.
"You're still quibbling even now! It seems you won't cry until you see the coffin.
After a pause, he said condescendingly, "The matters contained in this treasure bag are beyond the jurisdiction of this official alone."
Lord Feng didn't seem to want to explain. He just turned around and told his men to keep an eye on everyone in the general's mansion as he was going to the palace to meet the emperor.
*
Lord Feng left in a hurry, and the people from the Imperial Guards and the Dali Temple retreated out of the mansion.
After the gate was sealed again, Manager Zhang sent someone to check it out, and when he came back, his face looked very heavy.
"The number of soldiers guarding outside the General's Mansion has increased several times. It seems that the situation is getting more and more serious."
Hearing this, the old lady sat upright in her chair without saying a word, but Zhao next to her swayed and started crying, covering her mouth.
Zhao looked at Wen Wan with resentment, "Madam Wan, the family head order is in your hands. Tell me, what should we do now? Didn't you say that you are the only one who can save the general's mansion? So what is going on now?"
Wen Wan pursed her lips and smiled bitterly, "What can we do? Didn't Lord Feng say that he would go to the palace to see the emperor? What to do with the General's Mansion next is the emperor's business."
Her casual words instantly caused Zhao's pent-up resentment to burst out.
Zhao staggered to Wen Wan and raised her hand. Before the slap could land, she heard the old woman growl.
“That’s enough!”
The old lady glared at the two of them. "What are you still making a fuss about?"
Zhao didn't dare to disobey the old lady, so she put down her hand angrily.
The old lady raised her eyes and looked at Wen Wan. "You are just a concubine. I didn't have much hope for you. But if the General's Mansion can overcome the difficulties this time, there will be no place for you in the General's Mansion."
"Hehe," Wen Wan shook her head and laughed, the light in her eyes gradually dimming.
Human nature is like this. Wen Wan was not surprised that the old lady made this decision, but for some reason, she still felt a little stuffy in her chest.
Zhao asked coldly, "What are you laughing at?"
Wen Wan said sarcastically, "I laugh at how a sparrow can understand the ambition of a swan. Well, after all, I did all this not because of you, but because I promised the general."
As she spoke, she walked up to the old lady, bowed, and leaned close to her ear, saying in a voice that only the two of them could hear:
"Old Madam, you may not believe me, but you should believe your grandson, right? So, if you believe him, when the Duke of Huguo and Prince Cang arrive, you will pretend to faint and leave everything to me."
The old lady looked at her suspiciously, "How did you know that the Duke of Protectorate and Prince Cang would come?"
Wen Wan smiled meaningfully, said nothing, and just stepped aside and sat quietly.
*
Half an hour later, the door of the general's mansion was opened again.
Lord Feng, the Minister of the Dali Temple, walked up the steps, bowed and stepped aside to make way, and respectfully made a gesture of invitation.
Then Prince Cang walked in front, followed by the Duke of Huguo, and the two of them walked into the general's mansion one after another.
In the distance, when the old lady saw that it was really the Duke of Protectorate and Prince Cang who had arrived, she looked at Wen Wan with shock.
Did she really get it right?
Are the Duke of Huguo and King Cang here?
Wen Wan's expression was calm as she followed the old lady in paying her respects to King Cang and the others.
Zhou Lingling glanced at Wen Wan calmly, cleared her throat, but said nothing.
Instead, the Dali Temple Minister said loudly to everyone in the General's Mansion:
"In compliance with His Majesty's order, Prince Cang and the Duke of Huguo are to personally investigate the matter of the old lady in the General's Mansion secretly possessing the highly toxic 'black mud'."
When the old lady heard the word "black mud", her expression changed drastically.
She stood up hastily and growled in panic: "What did you say?"
Lord Feng repeated solemnly, "Black Mud, the name of this highly toxic substance, the old lady should know it better than I do."
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