Empress Dowager Wei wouldn't be foolish enough to dig her own grave.
Unless Tong Mingshan is merely using Empress Dowager Wei's name to secretly carry out this matter for his own benefit.
Su Ruojin thought about it and concluded that this was the most likely possibility.
But Tong Mingshan should be aware of the risks involved in doing this. Can he really be willing to disregard everything for money?
Putting all that aside, Su Ruojin grasped a key point in Su Wenzhou's words: "Miss Liu? Which Miss Liu?"
It can't be the one I'm thinking of, can it?
“Liu Mengru, Miss Liu, the most beautiful courtesan at Yuanmeng Tower.” Su Wenzhou spoke frankly, “I was able to escape from the inn back then because of Miss Liu.”
It really was Liu Mengru.
"So the marks on the inn and on Miss Liu's sedan chair were left by you? How could Third Brother have guessed that I would definitely go to Yulin?" Su Ruojin asked, voicing her doubts.
If she hadn't come in person, no one else would have been able to understand this mark.
“I didn’t expect you to come to Yulin, but you must know that I disappeared from Yulin. In case something really happens to me, leaving a mark will make it easier to verify later. If no one sees me in the end, then so be it,” Su Wenzhou said honestly.
Su Ruojin understood that her third brother was doing this with the intention of dying, and he didn't expect her to see the notebook he left behind.
Seeing it is a matter of luck; if he can't see it, so be it. He's gambling.
"Third Brother, how did you know about Yulin's affairs while you were in Mohan? Did you catch people smuggling iron ore at the border?" Su Ruojin thought of another question.
Su Wenzhou sighed and began to recount everything.
"I remember that I will not be able to get up for three months due to my leg injury, so I came to Mohan in a wheelchair. Perhaps the people of Beili learned that I could not stand because of my leg injury. A month ago, the people of Beili and our people had a conflict at the border, and both sides suffered casualties. Our soldiers brought back weapons dropped by Beili from the battlefield."
When I looked at it, I found that it was exactly the same as the one from our Great Chu. The only difference was that the place where the Great Chu emblem should have been printed was replaced with the one from the Northern Li.
Just as I was about to have someone investigate this matter, the Su family's treasonous act came to light. For the sake of the Su family's reputation, I did not resist and allowed them to be escorted back to the capital.
But when I arrived in Yulin, the people surrounded me as I sat in the prison cart, and some kept throwing rotten vegetable leaves and rotten eggs at me.
At this point, Su Wenzhou paused, a wry smile appearing on his face.
When he led his troops to repel the invasion of the Northern Li, the people cheered him on as he returned to the capital, calling him the Little War God, General Su.
Now that the Su family has been falsely accused of treason, he has become a rat that everyone wants to beat.
Su Wenzhou didn't blame these people. The closer the people were to the border, the more they suffered under Bei Li, and naturally, the stronger their hatred for Bei Li became.
After all, the common people didn't know the truth. They believed what others said about the Su family colluding with the enemy and betraying the country. Naturally, they hated those who betrayed the country.
Su Wenzhou could only silently endure all of this.
A little girl, about seven or eight years old, approached the prison van carrying a basket of rotten eggs and rotten vegetable leaves, throwing them at it while cursing, "I'll beat you to death, you traitor! I'll beat you to death, you traitor!"
The little girl was quite young, and the guards escorting the prison van didn't pay much attention to her, even finding it somewhat amusing, and allowed her to approach the prison van.
But in that instant, Su Wenzhou felt the little girl suddenly throw something into the prison cart and give him a wink.
All of this happened very quickly, and only Su Wenzhou saw it.
The truck was already piled high with vegetable scraps thrown in by the people. The things the little girl threw in were inconspicuous and no one saw them.
Because Su Wenzhou was a general who had made military achievements, he was not required to wear shackles when he was escorted back to the capital. He took advantage of the fact that no one was paying attention and slowly squeezed the things that the little girl had thrown in into his hand.
When he returned to the inn, he opened the note when no one was looking.
Upon seeing what was written on the note, Su Wenzhou's expression changed drastically.
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