This villain has become a ghost

night.

A spy mysteriously entered a small alley and headed towards the stronghold. The alley's entrance was narrow and hidden, obscured by lush bushes and a dilapidated sign. The ground was paved with bluestone slabs, which had become uneven due to years of disrepair.

A red figure followed closely behind him, holding a spear in his hand, like a ghost, and no sound could be detected.

The alley was flanked by tall brick walls, covered in moss and vines, giving it a somewhat dilapidated appearance. In the corners lay discarded furniture and miscellaneous items, emitting a musty smell.

Just as she was about to move forward, she was blocked by a woman in light blue clothes. In the blink of an eye, the spy disappeared.

Song Zhiyi looked at the masked woman in front of him and frowned, "Your Highness the Princess?"

Nangong Wanqing: “…”

It's boring, really boring, that one or two people could recognize her.

She suddenly felt that wearing this shabby mask was pointless, so she took it off.

Song Zhiyi clenched the spear in his hand, ready to strike, and said in a cold voice: "Aren't you in the prison? Why did you escape, and why are you blocking my way?"

"Don't worry, I'm not here to stop you," Nangong Wanqing said seriously, carrying a huge bag on her back. "I know where the spy's base is, so I plan to take you there myself."

Song Zhiyi said calmly: "How can I be sure that you are not lying to me?"

Nangong Wanqing said, "Min Caizhe's betrayal has caused countless casualties among the soldiers. The general must hate spies and traitors to the core, but you can't kill them on your own. Even if you bring troops to stop them, it will only alert the enemy."

"To be honest, internal strife is internal strife, but on the point of dealing with Chi Yu, we can reach a consensus."

Song Zhiyi seemed to be lost in thought.

Nangong Wanqing said softly, "Jing Hua."

As soon as he finished speaking, dozens of men in black jumped out from all directions. The leader saluted and said, "I am here."

Nangong Wanqing spread his hands and said, "General, these are assassins I have carefully trained for many years. They are definitely much more low-key than the officers and soldiers."

There was a slight fluctuation in Song Zhiyi's cold eyes.

Nangong Wanqing curled her lips into a smile, with a hint of temptation in her voice. She raised her eyebrows at her and said slowly, "So, are you willing to...do something big with me, your sister?"

The alley was dimly lit at night, with only a few tattered lanterns hanging on the walls, emitting faint light. The lanterns swayed in the wind, casting mottled shadows.

Song Zhiyi said: "...Okay."

-

In the dead of night, a raging fire broke out in a hidden and unknown place in Dongdu. The shocking explosion attracted the attention of many people. When the government officials arrived there, corpses were scattered all over the ground, broken limbs were lying everywhere, and the smell of burning was everywhere.

In the residence of the Imperial Censor.

Mu Huai paused as he wiped his sword, his eyes filled with surprise and shock as he confirmed, "She killed all the spies?"

Zhang Jing seemed to be still in shock and said, "Yes, I was shocked when I went to the stronghold today. All the spies in Daying were burned or killed. Not a single one was left alive..."

Mu Huai frowned and muttered to himself, "She didn't even use them..."

If Nangong Wanqing chose to continue pretending to be Mrs. Wulan, on the surface this power would be at her disposal, but in reality it would be firmly in his hands. He could take it back whenever he wanted, and at the same time he could monitor her every move.

But no one expected that this woman was not only cruel, but also resourceful, able to kill so many well-trained spies without anyone noticing.

After the killing, all her whereabouts and purposes will return to the dark, becoming an invisible and intangible hidden danger.

Zhang Jing originally thought that Mu Huai would be very angry, but unexpectedly he started laughing again.

There was an unknown look in his eyes as he smiled and said, "We must negotiate peace, but how about... getting married while we're at it?"

"Ah?" Zhang Jing was shocked.

Mu Huai said, "How about using a princess who has committed a crime and is imprisoned in the Heavenly Prison as a marriage partner in exchange for peace between Chiyu and Daying?"

Zhang Jing: “…”

Zhang Jing said in disbelief, "But Young Master, didn't you say that the Emperor deliberately released her? How could the Emperor possibly agree to her marriage?"

Mu Huai said earnestly, "What about the eyes of the court officials and the people of Daying? They don't have a favorable impression of the princess to begin with, and some even hate her. This is a very profitable deal."

"Can the Emperor... withstand such great pressure?"

Zhang Jing: “…”

Six, this is really six.

Zhang Jing asked, "But, Her Royal Highness sent a message today. Perhaps she is also planning to marry. Then..."

Mu Huai carefully examined his sword and said with a half-smile, "How about letting the princess die here when the time comes?"

Zhang Jing: “!!!”

That's your sister.

Mu Huai continued, "The princess of Chihe came to negotiate peace, but died in Daying. War is inevitable. If we want to quell the war, what should we do? You can take the lead in inciting the court and the people, and let public opinion spread throughout the country to send the eldest princess, who is in the Heavenly Prison, to marry..."

"Isn't that... the best of both worlds?"

Zhang Jing was stunned.

You are still talking about the emperor and Wei Yanzhi. I think you... are the real lunatic.

Zhang Jing asked tentatively, "Then which prince will marry the eldest princess?"

"Of course it's me," Mu Huai said with a smile, "The old man favors Murong Chuan, but he's a complete idiot. How could I bear to... marry such an interesting girl to him?"

"Once this matter is over, power, status, money, and beauties... will all be mine."

Zhang Jing: “…”

Crazy, really crazy.

-

Prime Minister's House.

Qi Ling reported the secret spy's matter to Wei Yanzhi with a serious expression.

Wei Yanzhi's hand holding the brush froze, and a drop of thick ink fell onto the paper, smudged the writing.

"All dead?"

"Yes."

Wei Yanzhi lit the paper with a candle and watched it burn down to ashes bit by bit. He said, "Let it die. There's no point in keeping something that's hard to control."

It would be better if they all died.

Wei Yanzhi unfolded another piece of paper and asked, "What about the posthouse?"

"Monitored the entire process."

"Where's Zhang Jing?"

"They said they agreed to cooperate."

"Where is the emperor?"

Qi Ling paused and said, "The spies we planted in the palace used to be replaced every once in a while, but the palace has been tightening its grip lately. We've killed several batches already, and the news can't get out."

Wei Yanzhi continued writing as if nothing had happened and said, "It's okay. Is everything ready at the palace?"

Qi Ling nodded and said, "Everything is fine."

After he finished speaking, he hesitated for a moment and continued, "Sir, please forgive me for being frank, but it will be difficult for you to escape unscathed from this banquet."

Wei Yanzhi asked in surprise, "Why do you want to escape unscathed?"

Qi Ling: “…”

Because that's your life.

Wei Yanzhi put down his pen and said with a pious look, "I didn't intend to get away with it. My life could also be part of the calculation. For this, I feel deeply honored."

Qi Ling: “…”

Crazy, really crazy.