Chapter 331 Zhao Houjing sent a letter of safety
After hearing that Wang Qiping wouldn't be demoted, Zhao Lingmeng stopped asking questions. She saw it as a minor incident, a lesson enough. She didn't need to risk his life or his position. He was just a stubborn old man trying to climb the ladder, and Zhao Lingmeng didn't take him seriously.
Mainly because Zhao Lingmeng felt that Jingguo was in need of men right now, he let him go this time. If he ran into her again, she wouldn't be so easy to deal with. Hopefully, after this lesson, this guy will learn to be more discerning! Don't waste his hard-earned martial arts championship qualification.
Seeing His Highness deep in thought, Fan Yong said immediately, "Your Highness, let's go back quickly! Maybe Miss Qiuyue has already prepared the meal and is waiting for us."
"You're so confident in eating for free now."
Despite saying this, Zhao Lingmeng still walked a little faster. She knew she had to save food, and she'd tried to eat at noon. But she'd never eaten such a terrible meal in her entire two lives. The steamed buns were so sticky they made her throat ache. No wonder people say it's hard to go from extravagant to frugal!
But Zhao Lingmeng wasn't some saint who couldn't get along with herself. If she had the means to eat well, she certainly wouldn't treat herself badly. Nor did she have any desire to help the world. Unless she felt she was tired of living with her family, the royal family was still there! It wasn't her turn to help the world.
Qiuyue had known about Zhao Lingmeng's return for a long time, so when Zhao Lingmeng and Fan Yong arrived, the delicious food was already on the table. Zhao Lingmeng washed her hands and sat down.
She glanced at Fan Yong, who was about to leave, and said, "Since we're here, let's share some! We're all in the weapons camp, so there's no need to be so particular."
Fan Yong didn't want to agree at first, but after looking at the dishes on the table, he bowed and sat down: "Then I would like to thank Your Highness and Miss Qiuyue."
Qiuyue happily bowed to Zhao Lingmeng and Fan Yong, then stood beside them. "It is my honor that Master Fan likes it."
Zhao Lingmeng looked at the people who were still busy cleaning up and said, "Don't be busy yet, go downstairs and have dinner first!" Then she looked at Qiuyue who was standing motionless next to her and said, "You go too! I can handle this myself."
Qiuyue knew that His Highness never liked to have anyone serve him food, so when she heard Zhao Lingmeng's order, she immediately bowed and left.
For a moment, Zhao Lingmeng and Fan Yong were the only ones left in the room.
"Your Highness, you are very kind." Fan Yong really felt so. The days that Chunshui and the others spent with His Highness should be the happiest days of their lives.
Zhao Lingmeng knew what Fan Yong meant, but why was she teasing the people around her for no reason? Zhao Lingmeng ate her meal while retorting, "Eat yours! Even with all these delicious foods, Master Fan can't stop eating."
Fan Yong was confronted by Zhao Lingmeng, but he didn't get angry. Instead, he touched his nose with a smile and started eating.
Zhao Lingmeng and Fan Yong had just put down their chopsticks when Chunshui hurried in with a letter, "Your Highness, a letter from the young master."
Zhao Lingmeng took it and opened it. He read it quickly and only felt relieved when he saw that there was no bad news.
Then she began to read it carefully. This letter was so close to the last one that Zhao Lingmeng thought something serious had happened. It turned out to be just a letter to report safety. The letter also detailed how Zhao Houjing had left Sun Tu's residence, and how he had learned of the massacres in Anding and Anyang, and that he had left with the escort team for Yuanjing, so that Zhao Lingmeng could rest assured.
"Sir, are you alright? Do you need any help from me?"
Seeing that Zhao Lingmeng had finished reading, Fan Yong placed the letter on the table before asking. The main reason was that he had already encountered it, so it would be wrong not to ask.
Zhao Lingmeng's expression changed instantly when she heard Fan Yong ask this. Seeing Fan Yong's extremely gentle smile, she knew she would definitely not waste this free labor that was delivered to her doorstep. "If Master Fan has any connections who can help me keep an eye on that brat, I would be extremely grateful."
This incredibly gentle smile was, of course, just Zhao Lingmeng's own idea. But what Fan Yong saw was a hint of madness in His Highness's smile. He immediately stood up and said, "I'll go down and make the arrangements."
After Fan Yong finished speaking, he bowed and immediately strode out.
Zhao Lingmeng watched Fan Yong walk away quickly and fell into deep thought: "Is Master Fan scared by himself, or is he so worried about that kid Zhao Houjing? He must be worried about that kid Zhao Houjing."
This wasn't a big deal. Zhao Lingmeng always figured things out on her own and let it go. She was exhausted after a long day and didn't want to light a lamp or anything else. She simply ordered someone to help her wash up and then went to rest.
Maybe it was because she was tired after a long day, or maybe it was because she received the letter of safety from Zhao Houjing, she fell asleep directly and had no dreams all night.
In the days that followed, life in the military camp was as busy as usual, especially since Marquis Wenyuan and his army had already started fighting with the people of Longling Kingdom on the front line, although the scale was not large and they had not yet launched a battle to capture the city.
But their military equipment camp has to ensure sufficient supply of weapons, so they are busy day and night.
However, there was also good news from the front line. Only the cities of Anding and Anyang were lost. The defenders of the remaining cities relied on their advantages in weapons to fight to the death and finally waited for the reinforcements brought by Wenyuan Hou and others.
This is partly because Long Lingguo went too far. The soldiers and civilians in other cities are particularly united. They are going to be massacred anyway. They have weapons, so what are they afraid of?
Zhao Lingmeng learned from General Liu that in Anhui City, the closest city to Anding, many women had taken up arms and stood on the city walls. This showed how dire the fighting had been. Fortunately, Marquis Wenyuan and his men had marched quickly, otherwise Anhui might not have waited for the imperial court's support.
The latest news Zhao Lingmeng and his men received was that the army was resting in Anhui City, and they had no idea how the battle was going. In that dynasty, without telephones or anything like that, relying solely on men and horses to deliver messages was incredibly time-consuming. So, Zhao Lingmeng and his men could only focus on crafting weapons, unable to offer any other assistance.
That day, Zhao Lingmeng had just been watching a new batch of weapons being shipped out of the Arsenal with General Liu when he saw Chunshui hurriedly approaching. Zhao Lingmeng frowned. Could something have happened in Yuanjing again?
"Your Highness, the young master has an urgent letter, and there's blood on it."
"What?" Zhao Lingmeng quickly took it, tore open the outer envelope, and checked the contents on the spot.
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