After I died, the scumbag prince cried down the city wall

Cui Min's tone was heavy.

Upon hearing this, Cui Rong immediately stepped forward to examine carefully, and suddenly noticed that there was an inconspicuous black mole on General Bai's face that was trembling slightly.

He quickly took out a silver needle and used a knife to carefully cut a small incision next to the mole.

Everyone present was puzzled and didn't understand the significance of Cui Rong's action until a small black insect with a disgusting smell stuck on the silver needle was exposed in broad daylight, causing an uproar and everyone couldn't help but cover their noses.

"Life and death Gu."

Cui Rongrong whispered, revealing the secret behind General Bai's abnormal behavior, "It turns out that he was being manipulated by someone using such insidious means."

To manipulate the Life and Death Gu, one must use a specific whistle, which is an audio frequency that only the Gu worm can sense. The whistle drives the Gu worm and thus controls all actions of the host.

This situation all suggests that there is a deeper conspiracy hidden within the border, and the target has been pointed at Cui Min from the beginning!

Cui Rong glanced around sharply, trying to find the hidden enemy from the crowd.

But all I saw were faces filled with fear and helplessness.

She pursed her lips, and her clenched fists revealed her inner resentment and frustration.

The death of General Bai seemed to have cut off an important clue.

Just as she was about to investigate further, she suddenly became alert, frowned, and asked Cui Min anxiously: "Dad, where is the new soldier now?"

Cui Min immediately understood what he meant, raised his voice, and issued an order to all soldiers: "All soldiers of the 'Wind' Battalion, immediately stand out for inspection!"

As the order was issued, the air was once again filled with tension and anxiety.

Although the soldiers of the "Wind" camp were doubtful and puzzled, the military order was as firm as a mountain, so they quickly dressed up and lined up to obey the instructions.

The father and daughter, with stern expressions and determination and urgency in their eyes, looked at every face in the camp one by one, hoping to catch even a hint of suspicion.

Their eyes were sharp, however, after searching for a while, the target person was still nowhere to be found. The faces of the father and daughter became more and more solemn, and the hope of finding the border fugitive in this vast crowd became increasingly slim.

With his usual decisiveness, Cui Min quickly deployed resources and made careful arrangements.

He and his daughter Cui Rongrong supported the injured Zhang Wen and carefully placed him in the carriage. Every movement revealed meticulous care.

Before leaving, he specifically instructed the guards accompanying him to take good care of him.

Cui Rongrong let out a light breath, and there was a hint of helplessness and worry in that breath.

Her eyes met Zhang Wen's tenderly.

"Master Zhang, you have not even put on your armor yet, but you have already encountered such a turmoil. You must be horrified."

As she spoke, her eyes revealed deep sympathy and understanding.

“No matter what your final decision is,” she said in a slightly heavy voice, “we are all responsible for what happened today. Please forgive us for our negligence.”

Zhang Wen shook his head slightly, a strong smile forming at the corner of his mouth.

"No, military life is far more exciting than I imagined. If I can become one of them, I will do my best to make a name for myself!" He said firmly.

"I swear to be General Cui's right-hand man!"

This oath brought some life to his face, but soon, the complexion, which had slightly recovered due to excitement, turned pale again.

Cui Rong keenly captured this change and noticed that blood was oozing out of the bandage again. She quickly pressed several key acupoints with skillful techniques, trying to alleviate the injury.

Under her care, Zhang Wen's condition finally stabilized.

"Since you have made up your mind," Cui Rongrong said in an encouraging voice, "Master Zhang, please rest and recover. We are eagerly waiting for your return in the military camp."

Zhang Wen nodded heavily, then slowly pulled down the curtains. The carriage moved further and further away in the dust.

Watching the carriage disappear at the end of the horizon, Cui Min finally smiled.

"The military camp needs a passionate man like Master Zhang, who is both energetic and responsible."

There was an unmistakable pride in his tone.

"After six years at the border, the soldiers' eyes have long lost their former brilliance. What remains is only mechanical response, numbness of the soul, and endless desire to return home safely. If it weren't for this belief, they would probably have collapsed long ago."

Cui Rongrong did not respond directly to her father's sigh, but just said softly: "Dad, this matter needs to be considered carefully, don't rush it."

The two exchanged a complicated look, then walked out of the camp shoulder to shoulder with firm steps.

And in the corner that they did not notice, an imperceptible black shadow passed by silently, leaving behind an elusive haze.

After returning to the mansion, Cui Min walked straight into the study and started writing with a wolf-hair brush at the desk.

A memorial filled with earnest words was written on the paper and then quickly sent to the palace, but it fell into oblivion and there was no response at all.

In the study, his brows were furrowed, lost in thought, and Cui Rong saw this.

He tactfully said a few words of comfort and quietly left, leaving the room in silence.

The night was as dark as ink, and the moon was hanging high in the sky. After washing up, Cui Rong lay on the bed, with everything that had happened during the day replaying in her mind.

General Bai's last words also revealed a corner of the mystery.

She thought to herself that the impatience and impulsiveness in the border area might be related to Cui Min's recent reduction in direct involvement in the military camp.

In order to eliminate the emperor's doubts and protect the Cui family's foundation, Cui Min had to keep a low profile and rarely left the house.

However, this series of events made her deeply aware.

Simply passively defending is tantamount to waiting for death. Only by taking the initiative can you find a glimmer of hope!

As her thoughts raced, she gradually felt sleepy. She finally closed her heavy eyelids and fell asleep.

The next morning, sunlight shone through the window lattice onto the ground, but there was still no response from the palace.

Cui Min stood in the courtyard, looking at the empty carriage, and couldn't help feeling a little lost.

"Could it be that, in the emperor's mind, this matter is so insignificant?"

He sighed softly, his brows filled with worry.

"This is indeed intriguing..."

Cui Rongrong did not deny it directly, but just lowered her head in thought.

Not only her father, she was also full of confusion in her heart.

For the emperor who has always been averse to war, if he really received Cui Min's urgent report, he should have summoned him immediately to discuss countermeasures. However, the actual calm was far from what he expected.

The current situation is that either the crucial memorial has not yet reached the emperor, or - a more disturbing thought flashed through his mind - it was intercepted by some border forces on the way!

Cui Rongrong told her father her speculation. Cui Min was silent for a long time, as if thinking about something.

"I can only observe the emperor's attitude in person tomorrow when he goes to court, and then make the next plan."