Chapter 103 You won’t ruin her career, will you?
"I thought that Chen Xiang was a person who didn't believe in fate and only believed in himself."
Somehow, Shen Yuheng felt that Wei Ran was extremely annoying the moment he saw the romantic air in his eyes. He curled his lips and replied coldly, "Fifth Prince, if you hadn't come, how would you have seen me?"
Wei Ran smiled happily. He walked towards Shen Yuheng and carefully looked at his cold eyebrows and eyes, which were like a landscape painting in ink. He raised his hand and stretched lazily. "Yes, this prince wants to ask the Buddha for protection, so that this prince can be safe and sound in the disputes."
Shen Yuheng caught a glimpse of the beads on the man's wrist and immediately felt that they looked familiar. His face suddenly fell, and he snorted coldly, saying, "It seems that the Fifth Prince should pray for the protection of the gods and Buddhas more often."
After getting on the carriage, Shen Yuheng waited until the pent-up anger in his chest subsided before realizing something was amiss:
Could it be that Wei Ran also often comes to the temple?
His eyes fixed, and he calculated quickly in his mind. A few days ago, he checked the amount of land owned by temples and Taoist temples near the capital in the name of investigating a case as Prince Ding'an, and found that it had increased three times compared to three years ago.
These Buddhist temples have collected so much money from pilgrims year after year. Could it be that there are powerful people behind the scenes supporting them, who transfer money to the temples in the name of offerings in order to avoid taxes?
After returning to the mansion, Shen Yuheng took a look around and asked the servant with a frown, "Where is the Madam?"
The servant caught a glimpse of the coldness in Shen Yuheng's eyes and quickly lowered his head and said tremblingly: "Madam - Madam came back from her shift and was dragged out by Miss Murong."
Shen Yuheng's eyebrows twitched. He had an impression of Murong Xue, a girl with a capricious temper.
Suddenly, there was a tap on the back, neither light nor heavy, and a ghostly sound was heard.
"Prime Minister Shen, are you looking for me?"
Shen Yuheng raised his eyebrows and turned around, pushing away the claw that was touching his shoulder with some disgust.
"You are so cold to me! I am so sad!!! When my sister-in-law is not around, your face is as cold as ice!!!"
Shen Yuheng took a sip of tea slowly and calmly, "Let's get down to business. Prince Pingyang's troops in the northern border will be passing through the grain and horse road soon."
"Wei Yan is ambitious and can't match Wei Wu's temperament. If the two of them were to fight, the outcome would be uncertain."
Jiang Weimian came over mysteriously, with a meaningful smile in the corner of his eyes, "So, I came here today to tell you——"
"I'll do as you said and set up an ambush there. I'll also send a message to Wei Yan in advance, asking him to come via the waterway southwest of the Liangma Road and then we'll surround them..."
"Although the Northern Cavalry is elite, they can't withstand the shortage of ammunition and food—"
"But, what do you think of the people we captured?"
"Given Wei Yan's personality, he would have gone on a killing spree and wouldn't have waited until they were escorted back to the capital."
Shen Yuheng paused fiddling with his Buddhist beads, his eyes turning cold.
"Two armies are fighting, each serving their own master. Their positions are simply contradictory. The civilians are not to blame."
Jiang Weimian shook his head and sighed, "Yes, the Prince Ding'an you're loyal to has always been like this. He often lets his soldiers go into the village and burn, kill, and plunder."
Shen Yuheng remained silent.
Many times, the change of dynasties is accompanied by bloodshed and death, either heroic or tragic.
A few people became heroes' tombs, but most people were buried in the dust and turned into an invisible grain of sand in the loess.
Only when the struggle for the throne is completely over can the dynasty be reborn.
The air was unusually silent, and the two of them sat there for a while, each with their own thoughts.
Jiang Weimian suddenly raised his head and said, "I heard that Murong Xue was threatening to hang herself at home because she didn't want to marry Zhao Bangze."
Shen Yuheng frowned, and immediately understood why Lu Qiaoxiao left home in a hurry.
She cares about other people's family affairs.
Except for the day when he went to Qinglong Temple with her, it had been a long time since they sat together and had a good talk.
He couldn't help but think of the string of beads on Wei Ran's wrist, and his heart tightened, so he drank all the water in the cup.
"Let's go and take a look."
When they arrived at Murong Mansion, they found that the scene was in chaos.
A three-foot-long white silk thread hung from the ceiling, floating alone in the air.
Murong Xue's mother, Yun, was holding a handkerchief against her face, her face red with tears.
Murong Xue's father, Duke En, was so angry that he kept coughing, and his old face, which looked like Fu Lu Shou, turned red.
Lying on the couch was a weak and sick girl, it was Murong Xue.
Beside the couch was Lu Qiaoxiao, who looked worried and sad.
When Shen Yuheng saw that person, his eyebrows jumped.
If he hadn't seen her acting skills when she was trying to trick criminals into confessing during investigations, he would have been fooled by her delicate appearance.
Duke Enguo was the first to notice Shen Yuheng, who was wearing a sky-blue robe. He quickly wiped his eyes and bowed.
"How does Prime Minister Chen have time to come here?" As he spoke, he glanced at Lu Qiaoxiao, who was lying beside the bed with genuine concern, and he immediately understood.
Lu Qiaoxiao's body stiffened, and he slowly turned his head, only to meet Shen Yuheng's eyes that were as calm as water and as penetrating as fire.
Damn it, how did he know I was coming?
Damn it, I don’t think she knew it was her idea.
Lu Qiaoxiao turned around and pinched Murong Xue unconsciously with his palm. The person on the couch frowned.
All of this was seen by Jiang Weiman who was standing next to him.
He sighed inwardly: How could a girl like Murong Xue, who was brought up in such pampered circumstances, come up with such a method of calculating people's minds?
Who else could have come up with the idea except my sister-in-law?
"I'm sorry to have worried Prime Minister Chen and your wife. My daughter is really ignorant and has made such a joke." Duke Enguo was embarrassed. Not to mention that Prime Minister Chen's wife was so worried that her husband even came to look for her in person.
Lu Qiaoxiao, who was squatting beside the couch, suddenly stood up, wiped the corners of his eyes with a handkerchief, and sighed: "Duke Enguo, I think Xue'er is also too sad."
"I've always heard that Miss Xue'er is very attached to her family. She must want to stay with the elders for a few more years and doesn't want to get married too early."
After he finished speaking, the person on the couch suddenly sobbed twice, which made the listeners feel unbearable and sigh.
Jiang Weimian's mouth twitched. Is she still attached?
She was eager to run away from home every day and go out for a walk.
Duke Enguo lowered his head and sighed, "It's just that it's not natural for a girl not to get married. Madam, you and my daughter are about the same age. You should know that she is eighteen years old and should be of engagement age."
Lu Qiaoxiao frowned, as if thinking, and replied after a while: "Duke, it's just that Xue'er's temperament is really not suitable for entering such a dangerous place. You are also aware of the situation at the home of Minister Zhao of the Ministry of Personnel..."
"Duke Enguo, I have something to say. Please spare me a moment to talk." Shen Yuheng's sudden interruption made Lu Qiaoxiao suddenly unhappy.
She was helping her little sister to get out of trouble. Shen Yuheng wouldn't be trying to ruin her life, would he?
Then she would definitely settle accounts with him at night.
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