Chapter 353: Wenyuan Hou's plan fails
Meanwhile, in another camp, Marquis Wenyuan, who had been sending people to monitor Zhao Anwei's movements, was listening to a report from his subordinates, "After General Zhao returned to the camp, he sent a letter back to Yuanjing."
When Wenyuan Hou heard the news, he fell silent for a rare time. One can imagine his inner disappointment.
"Commander, would you like me to send someone to intercept the letter?"
Marquis Wenyuan glanced angrily at the man who had spoken. "Are you sure you can intercept the letter without letting anyone know?"
"I am incompetent, please punish me, Commander!"
He really couldn't guarantee this. The people around General Zhao were all former subordinates of the old Marquis Zhao. They were not losers, but had some real skills.
Wenyuan Hou waved his hand and said, "Go down!"
After the tent was empty, Wenyuan Hou could only sigh unwillingly. Zhao Anwei had blocked every avenue for him. Even if he intercepted the letter, he would be exposed once he returned and confronted him.
Even if that guy couldn't go back, with Funing's current status, he would definitely investigate thoroughly. Nothing could go unnoticed. By then, he would be the most suspected.
Most importantly, he suspected that the boy hadn't written to his wife, but rather to Funing or that old fox Zhao Changyou. This way, not only would he be unable to do anything, but he would also have to prevent someone from blaming the Wenyuan Marquis Mansion.
Wenyuan Hou felt extremely aggrieved and unwilling at this time. It can only be said that there are few good people who can survive the fighting on the battlefield.
I can only say that sometimes I feel helpless. I am glad that I like a responsible person, but it is a pity that he is not a responsible person.
By the time Zhao Lingmeng received the letter a month later, Zhao Anwei and his men were already attacking Anyang City. Although they had the advantage in weapons, the attackers always suffered greater losses. The battle was still extremely brutal, with heavy casualties.
After Zhao Lingmeng finished reading the letter, she slammed it on the table and said, "This is simply shameless to the extreme."
Zhao Lingmeng had just finished her outburst when Fan Yong came in. He looked at the mess in the room and started to lighten the mood: "Who dares to mess with our eldest princess? Do you want to die?"
As Fan Yong spoke, he picked up the papers and folders on the ground one by one.
When Chunshui saw Lord Fan coming, he immediately tactfully asked everyone to leave.
After Fan Yong had picked up most of the things on the ground, he found a place and sat down casually. His sitting posture was still extremely relaxed and unrestrained.
Zhao Lingmeng was speechless as she watched Fan Yong sit. She was in a bad mood, so she was always looking for trouble. "Don't you have bones? Don't you think you shouldn't be wearing a sword at your waist, but a fan instead?"
"Pfft, Your Highness, are you satisfied with this?" Fan Yong said as he actually took out a folding fan from his arms and opened it with a swish.
Zhao Lingmeng was successfully choked by this guy and could only helplessly make a "you are awesome" gesture to him, "No, aren't you here to be my bodyguard? And you can bring a fan?"
Then Zhao Lingmeng saw Fan Yong close the fan, hold it in his hand and slap it lightly, and many needles flew out and stuck directly on the door.
This alarmed Chunshui and the others outside, and Chunshui drew the sword from his waist instantly. "Your Highness, are you okay?" Chunshui asked while looking inside vigilantly, ready to rush in at any time.
"It's okay, just try the weapon."
Zhao Lingmeng quickly appeased the people outside, then looked at Fan Yong speechlessly, "You broke the door, Mr. Fan, remember to pay for it."
Fan Yong looked at the princess, who was determined to find fault, and deftly pulled out the needles that had shot out from the door one by one. Then, smiling, he pulled out a hundred-liang silver note from his pocket and placed it in front of Zhao Lingmeng. "Your Highness, have you calmed down now?"
Zhao Lingmeng felt a little happier when she received the free banknotes. "Not bad, huh? What do you want from me?"
"I haven't had anything to do recently, so I came to have lunch with you." After saying that, he sat back down casually and pretended to be casual, "Who made His Highness angry?"
Zhao Lingmeng felt that this was not something shameful, and even if it was, it was not her fault. So she handed the letter directly to Fan Yong.
After Fan Yong took it and read it, he said, "Marquis Wenyuan does have good taste."
"Don't you think he's going too far by staring at a married woman?"
"Excessive, of course it's excessive!"
Zhao Lingmeng of course saw Fan Yong's casualness, "Sigh, man..."
"Your Highness, you cannot attack me indiscriminately! I am still single and have no wives or concubines. Marquis Wenyuan only values the power of Marquis Wu'an and the strength of Lord Zhao."
Although Fan Yong looked down on people like Wen Yuanhou who placed their hopes on others, he was not too surprised. People in their line of work have seen all kinds of dirty things, so this is nothing.
"Shut up! If you keep talking, I'm afraid I won't be able to hold back and have someone throw you out." Zhao Lingmeng really didn't want to tolerate this irritating guy.
Fan Yong could only gag with a frustrated expression, indicating that he would not say anything more. In his heart, he lit a candle for Marquis Wenyuan. He felt that if the Marquis Wenyuan's mansion fell into the hands of His Highness in the future, His Highness would definitely punish him.
But it was also due to Marquis Wenyuan's own greed. He wanted to establish a close relationship with the Marquis Wu'an Mansion and choose the most promising person. Even his incompetent sons were greedy. However, when a man reaches old age, he desires his descendants to continue his glory.
"Then what does Your Highness plan to do?" Fan Yong finally couldn't help but ask.
Speaking of this, Zhao Lingmeng could only sigh. In front of Fan Yong, she ordered a letter to be delivered to Zhao Anwei's wife, asking her to come and tell her immediately if she had anything to say. She also made a copy and sent it back to her father. She had to let her father know what had become of his former comrade.
"There's nothing else I can do. After all, that old fox, Wenyuan Hou, is still fighting on the front lines! As long as he doesn't do anything tricky, I won't do anything to him."
Even so, Zhao Lingmeng was still angry! Wenyuan Hou had his eyes on the position of the second brother Zhao Anwei's wife. If the second brother was really a villain, then his wife would be in real trouble.
This era was already harsh on women. There were only three fatal paths left: divorce, death from illness, or being demoted to a concubine. No matter which one, there was no way out. My wife was fine and hadn't done anything wrong, so why did she have to endure all this torture?
Therefore, Zhao Lingmeng's impression of Wenyuan Hou became worse and worse. It was true that people of the same family are alike. Now, in Zhao Lingmeng's mind, Wenyuan Hou was no different from his wife and son.
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