The Cold-Faced God of War's Favored Concubine Is Not to Be Tried

Zuo Wenxuan had been locked up in his study for more than three days, and Chen Zhong's worry was like a rolling stone, never stopping for a moment. He knew that Captain Zuo was a thoughtful and decisive person, but this silence and concealment made him feel unprecedentedly uneasy.

Chen Zhong paced back and forth outside the study, sometimes stopping to listen, sometimes anxiously looking at the closed door. He was afraid that he would miss any instructions from Lieutenant Zuo, or that he would not be able to respond in time if there was any emergency. This kind of waiting was a torment for him.

On the first day that Zuo Wenxuan locked himself in the study, Chen Zhong warned the servants in the mansion not to tell anyone about the matter. He was afraid that the morale of the troops in the barracks would be shaken if they knew about Captain Zuo's situation.

Whenever it was late at night, Chen Zhong would unconsciously look up at the starry sky and silently pray that Captain Zuo would be safe. He recalled the days he spent with Captain Zuo, the time they faced difficulties together, and strengthened his belief: no matter what, he would protect Captain Zuo.

At dusk, the sky gradually darkened, and the afterglow of the setting sun sprinkled in front of the left lieutenant's study, covering the area with a layer of golden light. Qingming slowly walked to the door, and Chen Zhong immediately came up to him, with a hint of anxiety and worry in his eyes.

"Guard Qing, you're here." Chen Zhong said in a low voice, with a hint of fatigue in his voice.

Qingming nodded and looked at the closed door of the study.

"Deputy General Chen, have you been guarding here all the time?" Qing Ming asked with a hint of concern in his voice.

Chen Zhong nodded, frowning, "Captain Zuo hasn't come out for three days. He won't eat or drink, and I'm very worried about him."

He was silent for a while, then continued softly: "Guard Qing, go in and persuade Captain Zuo!"

Qing Ming nodded and said to Chen Zhong: "Chen Zhong, Captain Zuo needs quiet time to think now. You guard the area around the study and don't let anyone get close." Qing Ming said in a low voice.

After saying that, Qing Ming gently pushed open the door. A breeze blew by, bringing with it the fragrance of ink.

Zuo Wenxuan was sitting at the desk with a dull look on his face. He did not turn around, but just spat out a few words coldly: "Get out."

Qingming was not angry because he knew that Zuo Wenxuan was pretending to be in pain and decadence. Just in case, he could not even let Chen Zhong, the most loyal person around him, know. He whispered, "Captain Zuo, it's me."

Hearing the familiar voice, Zuo Wenxuan's body trembled slightly. He turned around quickly, with a hint of surprise in his eyes.

"Qingming, you're here?" There was a hint of anticipation and joy in Zuo Wenxuan's tone.

He walked up to Qingming with a smile and asked softly, "Are there any results?"

Qing Ming was silent for a moment, then shook his head, "There is no suspicious person in the mansion for the time being. I went to the military camp yesterday, and they don't seem to know about your current situation."

Zuo Wenxuan fell into deep thought for a long time before he slowly spoke: "So, the people in the mansion can still be used, and the traitor is very likely in the military camp." The two looked at each other and agreed with this possibility.

Qing Ming did not say much. He took out a delicate snack box from his wide sleeves and gently placed it on the desk. "I know you haven't eaten well these past few days in order to act more realistic. Here are some snacks I prepared for you. Please eat some first."

Zuo Wenxuan looked at the food box in front of him, and a touch of emotion flashed in his eyes. He knew Qingming's attentiveness and consideration.

He gently opened the food box, and a fragrant aroma filled his nose. There were several exquisite snacks inside, with tempting colors, especially the roast chicken, which made people salivate.

"Thank you, Qingming." Zuo Wenxuan said in a low voice, with gratitude flashing in his eyes.

Qing Ming smiled slightly and said softly: "Don't be polite, eat quickly, only when you are full can you have the strength to win this tough battle."

Zuo Wenxuan was a rough man who had fought in the battlefield. He did not hesitate and ate voraciously. Soon, he had finished all the food in the food box. Qingming looked at him wolfing down his food and could not help but smile.

The two discussed in the study for a long time. Zuo Wenxuan listened to Qingming's plan, nodding in agreement from time to time, and sometimes putting forward his own suggestions.

After the discussion, Qingming came out of the study and saw Chen Zhong standing by. He said in a serious tone, "Go to the military camp and tell Lieutenant Zuo that he is ill these days and cannot go there for the time being."

Although Chen Zhong had doubts in his heart, he knew that Qingming's decision must have its reasons. He nodded and left.