I was chased by my sickly junior brother who had two lives

Jamu's voice came from next door, mixed with dissatisfaction and complaints.

Jia Mo hugged the exotic beauty, kicked the cup on the table with his foot, and rolled his eyes, "I really don't know what's wrong with that kid Yang Xiu. He is willing to give up a beauty like Chen Jia."

Jamu was a middle-aged man with a full beard and a hint of ferocity in the corners of his eyes.

"Why else? It's because that bitch Fei'er has some tricks up her sleeve. A domestic flower is not as fragrant as a wild flower. Don't you understand?"

"That's true. Fei'er, this bitch, is really capable. She has fooled Yang Xiu around."

"How else could she have earned the reputation of being the female Zhuge Liang? When I think of Chen Changhui trying to gain a reputation for this woman, I want to laugh."

"She was just a blind cat that happened to meet a dead mouse. What's wrong with her being a woman and being on the front line?"

The man who was closer to Jia Mo touched the woman in his arms. The woman giggled a few times. The man looked at Jia Mo and said, "If you hadn't fought for her, Chen Changhui's petition alone would not be enough."

"It's just that this bitch is getting more and more outrageous. Now when I call her over, she's so slow to act."

Jia Mo sneered, "Even if she is the imperial concubine, she has to crawl to see me."

"That is the puppet you helped to raise. How dare she escape from your palm?"

Inside the secret room, Chen Jia frowned. These people were talking so recklessly. It seemed that there was a secret gathering place across the street. But how did Wei Lang find this place?

Chen Jia looked at Wei Lang behind him in confusion, while Wei Lang was listening attentively to what Jia Mo was saying.

Wei Lang felt Chen Jia's gaze, he lowered his head and looked at her.

Wei Lang's gaze was too intense. Chen Jia turned her head away embarrassedly and listened carefully to what was happening on the other side.

The door opened and Sima Fei'er's voice came from the other side, "Sorry, I'm late."

Jia Mo winked at his men, and Sima Feier picked up the wine glass skillfully and drank it.

Jia Mo looked at Sima Fei'er and curled his lips, "You are a little late today."

"Yang Xiu is on leave today, so I took some time to get rid of him."

Jia Mo kicked the documents off the table and said in a low voice, "Yang Xiu is about to go to war. Take this with you when you join the army."

Sima Fei'er held the document in both hands and opened it respectfully.

"As usual, capture the enemy and hand them over to me. I'll negotiate the price."

"Here."

Jia Mo looked at Sima Fei'er with satisfaction, "You can go back now. Remember, don't expose yourself."

Sima Fei'er stood up and took a few steps when Jia Mo threw a dart at her and Sima Fei'er quickly dodged it.

Sima Feier turned around and looked at Jia Mo respectfully, "Sir..."

"You have not neglected your martial arts skills and you still know the rules. You can go now."

"Here."

Until the sound of lovemaking came from the other side, Wei Lang covered the microphone and looked at Chen Jia.

Chen Jia frowned and listened to the conversation. Jia Mo seemed to be Sima Fei'er's master, and Sima Fei'er did not seem to be someone who did not know martial arts.

Wei Lang watched Chen Jia's frown deepen. He leaned close to her ear and whispered, "Do you find that my speculation is correct, or do you admire me for seizing the opportunity to meet them today?"

Chen Jia took a step back imperceptibly, the heat still lingering in her ears. Perhaps it was because she had not been with a man for too long that she was momentarily dazed by such intimacy.

However, the truth behind the master's death deserves her more attention.

Chen Jia made a gesture of invitation, and the two left the secret room. Chen Jia did not speak until they returned to the pavilion where they first met.

"How long have you been following Jammu?"

"The night you and Chen Jue entered the capital, I found a clue."

"It took you two years to find the best opportunity today?"

"I'm not a god. I can't predict the future."

"That's right." Chen Jia nodded, thought for a moment, and looked at Wei Lang again, "Who is Sima Fei'er to Jia Mo? Is she a trained beauty snake, or a lover?"

"Neither. Jia Mo is the head of Sima Fei'er's family, and Sima is her mother's surname."

"Master? Sima Fei'er's surname is Jia?! Could it be that she is an illegitimate daughter?"

Wei Lang smiled and poured a cup of tea for Chen Jia, and handed it to her, "Sima Fei'er's father eloped with her mother, and then her father was forcibly taken back to marry. Her mother raised her with great difficulty. The Jia family did not recognize her, and she had to do this in order to squeeze into the Huaiyin Jia family."

"In order to return to the big family, she needs to do something shocking. She did it." Chen Jia clenched the teacup, and her face suddenly darkened. "But she did it by stepping on the blood of my master."

“Although her background has been solved, we know the motive, but without evidence, we cannot bring her to justice.”

"It looks like we need to go to Shouchun to look for more evidence."

"There is chaos and war right now, Shouchun is still being fought over. Even if we go, the evidence would have been destroyed long ago."

"Yes, in this chaotic time, what does it matter if we find the truth? As long as Yang Xiu can make more military achievements, Sima Fei'er will be forgiven no matter how big her mistakes are. Wait, make more military achievements?!"

Chen Jia's eyes brightened, and she looked at Wei Lang, "Thank you, Ruiqing, I have an idea."

Wei Lang had a bad feeling coming over him, "What do you want to do?"

"I want to go to the capital to see the emperor."

Chen Jia stood up and took a few steps when Wei Lang grabbed her arm. She looked back in confusion.

Wei Lang held her arm tightly, "Are you planning to lead the army?"

Chen Jia couldn't help but sigh that Wei Lang's brain was really useful.

"My master has given me a lot of skills, and I can use them. I am no worse than a man."

"But you have to know that there is no precedent for female generals in our dynasty. If you are better than other generals, they will regard you as a thorn in their eyes."

"Who said I want to steal the merits of these generals? Why can't I be a female Zhuge Liang?"

Wei Lang blinked, his hand slid down to her wrist, he instantly held her hand tightly, interlocking their fingers, "Why are you doing this? Are you jealous of her?"

"No, what happens to her has nothing to do with me."

"Tell me your reasons."

"The Zhaoguo Mansion is an empty shell. Ajue is young and can't do anything. I am a divorced woman. If I just wait and see Yang Xiu make great military achievements, and if Master was really killed by Sima Fei'er, His Majesty will let it go for the sake of Yang Xiu. I don't want this to happen. So..."

Chen Jia watched Wei Lang holding her hand tighter and tighter, and she smiled brightly, "I must find an opportunity to establish my own military merits, so that His Majesty will be strict with Sima Fei'er for my sake."

"Chen Jue can go in your place."

"Chen Jue is already the Junior Minister of the Dali Temple, but I am nothing at the moment."

Wei Lang looked at Chen Jia's serious face, and he understood that Chen Jia actually cared about her status.

"I can help you, but you can't stand out too much. I still say that you can't be too outstanding, otherwise these generals will exclude you because you take the lead, because you are a female general."

"I know, so I'll stay and ask you to help me."

"You believe me so much?"