Uncle Detective Di Renjie, I build a crime-solving team

Having been in hiding in Tibet for more than two years, Mo Ling and Ying Zi had long thought of their dilapidated home.

However, due to their heavy responsibilities, they could not leave home. Every year during the Mid-Autumn Festival, they naturally missed their families, but unfortunately, no one was home and no one cared about them.

"This campaign against Tibet could take many years," Mo Ling said, rubbing his hands together. "His Majesty is waging war against Tibet, Goguryeo, and Japan at the same time. I'm afraid that if he loses on any side, the generals leading the troops will lose face."

"If we launch a three-pronged attack on Tibet, we won't have these concerns."

"Moreover, the issue of food supplies for hundreds of thousands of troops is also of paramount importance. The biggest fear now is that we will be bogged down."

Seeing the worried expression on the demon spirit's face, the shadow immediately teased, "It's really not easy for you, demon spirit, to be able to talk about such important military and national affairs."

The demon rolled its eyes, not wanting to pay any attention to the shadow.

He and Shadow had been playing together for years, and they would often blurt out insults at each other without realizing it, a habit they couldn't break.

"Let's go back. It's getting late. It's best to hide until the best time for you to complete your mission arrives."

"Those experts must not be exposed. They are His Majesty's treasures. Losing even one of them would be enough to make Ulezhi feel heartbroken for a long time."

With his hands behind his back, Yu Zhou thought of Wulezhi, the Grand Commander of the Inner Guard, who had escorted his subordinates to the border the previous night.

The opponent cherishes these dozens of second-rate experts under his command. When they attacked the Turks before, Shadow lost several second-rate experts in order to pass on information, which made Ulezhi so heartbroken that he couldn't sleep all night.

Now they cherish these second-rate experts immensely, fearing that something might happen to these capable henchmen.

"Don't worry, we've been keeping it well hidden all this time... When that day comes, we'll be training for a thousand days to use it for one. Not to mention them, even if Shadow and I die, it's just that we're repaying His Majesty's kindness with our lives."

The demon spirit spoke casually, completely disregarding life and death.

"His Majesty thinks highly of you, so stop talking about whether you're dead or not."

"Alright, let's go. We haven't had a moment's rest since Barkley discovered that the gift had entered Tibet."

"Make sure you all have plenty of energy."

"You'll be put to great use soon."

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Luoyang.

During a leisurely afternoon, Wu Yanhao, who had nothing to do at home, carried two portions of pastries into the gate of the Prince Dai's mansion.

After greeting his uncle Wu Chengye and aunt, Wu Yanhao was led by the steward to the side courtyard where his good friend Wu Yancheng lived.

Ever since the incident of Wu Yancheng accepting bribes and bringing Barkley to bribe Wu Chengsi was exposed, this Wu family member, one of the few who held a position in the court, was locked in a side courtyard by his own father and forbidden to leave.

In fact, the charge of Wu Yancheng selling out his country for personal gain had long been dropped. Now, all that remained on his head was the charge of accepting bribes from enemy spies. But this charge was quite serious, and no one was sure how to convict him or what part of the emperor's plan Wu Yancheng was. Therefore, the matter was dragged on and on.

Li Cunxi has no intention of clearing Wu Yancheng's name, at least not now.

"You look refreshed and energetic; you don't look like you've been locked up for more than ten days at all."

After entering the side courtyard, Wu Yanhao asked the butler to leave first, and then spoke to Wu Yancheng, who was reclining on a deck chair reading a book.

He tossed the pastries in his hand into Wu Yancheng's arms. Wu Yancheng casually tossed the book aside, unwrapped the pastries, and stuffed them into his mouth.

"You really understand me; you know I love eating this."

Wu Yancheng's speech was unclear, but his movements of reaching out and swallowing were smooth and natural.

"We grew up together, and you're only two years older than me. How could I not know you?"

"You're really bold. What did His Majesty promise you?"

Wu Yanhao sat to one side, picked up a pear from the fruit plate next to him, and took a bite.

It's the season for pears, and there are seven or eight pears on Wu Yancheng's large fruit plate on the stone table, each with thin skin and juicy flesh.

Wu Yancheng swallowed the pastry in his mouth and said, "His Majesty said that if things go well, he will promote me... His Majesty also said that even if things don't go well, it won't matter."

He picked up a piece of osmanthus cake and said, "If I succeed, I will be promoted; if I fail, it won't have any impact. His Majesty is willing to give me such a good opportunity. At most, I will just stay at home and be idle for a while. What's wrong with that?"

While munching on a pear, Wu Yanhao said, "I heard that your uncle whipped you more than a dozen times in the street."

Wu Yancheng's face immediately turned bitter: "Don't mention it. My father was really furious at the time. He whipped me more than a dozen times until I was completely disoriented. In the end, he dragged me back to the mansion... Yanhao, you know, my father is not smart. His political thinking is far inferior to that of my uncle."

Wu Yancheng felt a headache coming on whenever he thought about how his father had found him that night and whipped him more than a dozen times without saying a word.

It's worth noting that the scene of being slapped wasn't originally in the script that Li Cunxi gave him.

As a result, his father, Wu Chengye, actually believed that he had betrayed the country for money, and lashed him more than a dozen times, making him fall to the ground in an even more disheveled state.

He could even picture his not-so-bright father running to his uncle Wu Chengsi's house that very night, tears streaming down his face, begging Wu Chengsi to help him come up with a solution.

“My father’s advantage lies in his surname Wu, and he is also my uncle’s younger brother.”

Wu Yancheng sighed, losing all interest in eating the pastries.

"Luckily, your uncle whipped you more than ten times back then, otherwise the effect might not have been as good as it is now."

Wu Yanhao leaned back and continued, "Although the civil and military officials in the court now know that this is His Majesty's plan, the Tibetan envoy did not see through it at all on that day."

"Alas, if it could earn His Majesty's favor, I would gladly endure being whipped more than a dozen times, or even be bedridden for half a year."

Wu Yancheng shifted his position, his expression full of helplessness.

"On another note, my father isn't very smart. Over the years, he's enjoyed a lot of wealth and luxury by following in my uncle's footsteps. But now that he's the Prince of Dai, he has to think about the future."

“But he simply couldn’t think about what would happen next; my father didn’t have that kind of brain. And me… I have a heavy burden on my shoulders.”

Upon hearing this, Wu Yanhao nodded silently.

He agreed with his good friend Wu Yancheng's words.

Ever since Wu Chengsi established the rule that the throne and family property would only be passed on to the eldest son of the legitimate wife, Wu Chengye followed suit.

This puts immense pressure on both the eldest son and those who are not the eldest son.

First, let's talk about the eldest sons. Take Wu Yanji and Wu Yancheng as examples. As the eldest sons of the Prince of Jin and the Prince of Dai, they were both good-for-nothings at the time.

Later, Wu Yanji realized that even if the eldest son inherited the family business and the throne, he still had to consider a lot of things, instead of just living a carefree life. So he began to follow Wu Chengsi to learn.

Wu Yancheng was the same. Wu Chengye had Wu Yancheng when he was in his twenties. He doted on this son and spoiled him in the early years. However, more than two years ago, Wu Yancheng suddenly woke up and began to work hard.