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

Wu Jie rushed into the study in a hurry, pushed the door open with force, and a gust of cold wind rushed in. The study was quiet, with only the Prime Minister's faint breathing echoing in the air, like a wind chime in the distance, appearing and disappearing from time to time.

Wu Jie's nerves immediately tensed up, and he hurried forward, taking every step carefully, fearing to break the fragile silence. He came to the side of the prime minister, looked down, and saw that the prime minister closed his eyes, his face was pale, and his breathing was so weak that it was almost unnoticeable.

Wu Jie felt an inexplicable panic in his heart. He couldn't help but whisper, "Prime Minister, Prime Minister!" The voice echoed in the empty study, but there was no response. He frowned and raised his voice, "Prime Minister, wake up!"

He gently shook the Prime Minister's shoulder, trying to wake up the sleeping Prime Minister Zuo. However, the Prime Minister still did not respond, as if he was in a deep dream. Wu Jie frowned, and an ominous premonition surged in his heart.

He quickly looked around. The furnishings in the study were arranged in an orderly manner and everything seemed so peaceful, but the inexplicable feeling of oppression made him unable to let down his guard.

At Wu Jie's anxious and firm call, the left prime minister's eyelids slowly lifted up as if carrying a heavy burden. His eyes were confused and hazy at first, as if he had just woken up from a deep dream and had not yet fully adapted to the light of the outside world.

He looked around, and the furnishings and arrangements in the study gradually became clear in his sight. His eyes fell on Wu Jie's face, and a trace of doubt and confusion flashed in his eyes, as if saying: "What time is it now? How did I fall asleep?"

Wu Jie was relieved when he saw this, and a relieved smile appeared on his face. He said softly: "Prime Minister, you are finally awake."

After hearing this, the left prime minister frowned slightly and tried to recall what happened before. Some fragments flashed through his mind, but soon became blurred. He shook his head, sighed, and said, "I may be too tired and fell asleep without knowing it. What time is it now?"

Wu Jie replied: "It is already the Mao hour!"

When the left prime minister heard that it was already Mao time, his expression gradually became puzzled and he muttered to himself: "I slept in the study all night?"

Wu Jie took a deep breath and said in a low and urgent voice: "Sir, something big has happened!"

When the left prime minister saw the expression on Wu Jie's face, he felt something was unusual. He tried to sit up and asked, "Wu Jie, why are you so flustered?"

Wu Jie took a deep breath and tried to make his voice sound steady: "Prime Minister, last night all your properties, except our mansion, were burned down."

Zuo Wenyuan was stunned. He couldn't believe his ears. He stared at Wu Jie with wide eyes, trying to find a trace of comfort or explanation from his face. But Wu Jie's expression told him that this was not a joke, nor a misunderstanding.

He was silent for a while, then asked, "Have you found out the reason? Who is so bold as to act like this?"

Wu Jie shook his head: "I just woke up, and everyone in the mansion is still unconscious."

He thought deeply for a few breaths before slowly speaking out his inner thoughts: "Prime Minister, do you think it could be the War King? He might be seeking revenge for the burning of the Captain's Mansion the night before."

When Zuo Wenyuan heard that Prince Zhan might be the mastermind behind the revenge, his face turned pale instantly. A sense of fear surged in his heart, because he thought his plan was flawless and no one could break it.

Sitting in the study, he clenched his hands, his fingertips turning white from exertion. He recalled the past grievances with Prince Zhan, and a chill rose in his heart. He knew very well that Prince Zhan was ruthless, and once he was targeted by him, the consequences would be disastrous.

"Prime Minister, what should we do now?" Wu Jie asked worriedly.

Zuo Wenxuan took a deep breath and tried to calm down the panic in his heart. He knew that the most important thing now was to stay calm and find a way to deal with it.

"We can't lose our composure." Zuo Wenyuan said in a deep voice, "First, we have to confirm whether it was Prince Zhan who did it. If it is really him, we have to find a way to deal with it. Wu Jie, send someone to investigate Prince Zhan's recent movements to see if there is anything suspicious."

Wu Jie nodded: "Yes, Prime Minister. I will arrange it right away."

Zuo Wenyuan closed his eyes, hoping that this was just a false alarm. However, he knew that nothing was absolute in this court full of intrigues and schemes. He had to prepare for the worst in order to cope with the coming storm.

Wu Jie knew the prime minister's situation very well and understood why he did not dare to ask for an explanation in a public manner. Most of the prime minister's assets were obtained through improper means. Once they were investigated publicly, it would inevitably arouse the emperor's suspicion and might even expose the prime minister's past illegal behavior.

Prime Minister Zuo Wenyuan sat in his study, his face gloomy. He tapped his fingers on the table, his mind full of thoughts. Everything that happened last night seemed like a nightmare, his own property turned to ashes, and he dared not say anything about it.