Quick Wear: Plan to Save the Unrequited Boss

Wen Ling thought about the plan of faking her death and did not return to the capital immediately. Instead, she asked someone to bring Chu Yuexuan here, and Xu Zhuoan also went with her.

Seeing that Wen Ling was safe and sound, both of them couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. Xu Zhuoan's eyes were red, and it was obvious that he was extremely worried.

When he saw Wen Ling, he hurriedly rushed towards her but was stopped by Xiao Zhiyan who raised his hand.

Meeting Xiao Zhiyan's cold gaze, Xu Zhuoan was frightened and took a step back, then looked at Wen Ling with tears in his eyes.

"elder sister."

Wen Ling smiled at him soothingly.

"I am fine."

Chu Yuexuan breathed a sigh of relief and then returned to her playful smile.

"Luckily you're lucky. If you were dead, I wouldn't know where to go to realize my ambitions."

Wen Ling is the wise ruler she believes in.

Xu Zhuoan glared at her, "Pah, my sister will definitely live longer than you."

Several people walked into the tent, and Wen Ling told them about his plan to fake his death.

"The key is that Wen Zhi is a man who won't give up until she sends someone to verify that you are really dead."

Chu Yuexuan spoke.

"She doesn't need to believe it completely. It takes time for her to verify it. I'm just worried that she might become desperate and do something desperate. Just a moment of hesitation will be enough."

Soon, news spread in the capital that Princess Nanchen was buried in a landslide while out for fun.

Upon hearing the news, Emperor Bei Zhao immediately ordered people to dig, but they only found several unrecognizable corpses. It was said that the figure and clothes of one of them were obviously Wen Ling.

On the day the body was recovered, Xu Zhuoan, Wen Ling's only brother, believed that he was the one crying the most beside the coffin.

He had also made sufficient preparations, thinking about all the sad things in his life in advance, and pinching his thigh hard, striving for authenticity.

But he didn't expect that the Emperor of Beizhao cried louder than him that day, which made Xu Zhuoan stunned and he almost forgot to cry.

Seeing that Emperor Beizhao was about to suffocate from crying, several eunuchs serving him pulled him back together.

The ministers below who had come to express their grief symbolically also looked at each other in confusion.

The information they received was wrong. His Majesty and Princess Nanchen really had a deep relationship and were not just pretending to be friendly.

Chu Yuexuan and Xu Zhuoan came over curiously to ask Wen Ling what was going on.

Wen Ling glanced at Xiao Zhiyan, who was sitting there elegantly brewing tea, and spoke with pursed lips.

"What could be going on? He's just pretending. He can't be truly sad."

Chu Yuexuan put her hands in her pockets and uttered a sound.

"The Emperor of Northern Zhao really put a lot of effort into this show. You don't know how much he cried, how loudly, and the ministers below were all stunned."

Wen Ling had no intention of leaving Xu Zhuoan behind on this trip to Beizhao. After all, it was safest to have him by her side.

For this reason, Wen Ling planned to bring Chu Yuexuan along to look after Xu Zhuoan for convenience.

Wen Ling assigned a few of her best men to guard Xu Zhuoan.

Seeing this, Xiao Zhiyan snorted coldly, "A Ling has made all the arrangements for him."

Wen Ling ignored him, "He's my brother, so naturally I have to take care of everything for him."

Xiao Zhiyan's eyelashes drooped, covering the dark color in them. His childhood sweetheart's younger brother was really annoying.

Before leaving, Wen Ling and Xiao Zhiyan went to meet Emperor Beizhao. There were some plans in the future that required her cooperation. Emperor Beizhao, who had been given psychological hints by Xiao Zhiyan, was very happy to see Wen Ling.

She fully cooperated with Wen Ling's plan. She only knew that she should protect Wen Ling and be good to her.

Looking at the obedient Emperor Beizhao, Wen Ling was amazed. The mind-controlling Gu was indeed a magical thing.

With the cooperation of Emperor Beizhao, the departure of Xiao Zhiyan and Chu Yuexuan was not abrupt. One went to the temple to pray, and the other was sent out of Beijing on official business. Xu Zhuoan had little presence to begin with, and he just said that he was too sad to leave the house.

By the time Wen Zhi received the news of Wen Ling's death, the four of them had already traveled most of the way.

Originally, Wen Ling's return to Nanchen must have been a grand affair, which also gave Wen Zhi time to arrange manpower on the way. Now, while she was still not able to react, Wen Ling's journey was smooth.

Wen Zhi held the letter in his hand and looked at the person below him.

"died?"

Died just like that? Wen Zhi was dazed for a moment. She had been praying day and night for Wen Ling to be buried early, and now it happened so easily?

"Was there an autopsy?"

"Our people secretly approached the coffin and took a look. The body was completely unrecognizable, but the shadow of the princess could still be seen on it."

Wen Zhi sneered.

"That means we can't be sure whether it's real death or fake death."

The subordinate bowed his head and reported.

"He must have really died. Not to mention that Master Xu cried so hard that he nearly fainted, even the Emperor of Beizhao was said to have cried so hard that he nearly passed out. It took several people pulling him away."

Wen Zhi coughed, "Really? The Northern Zhao Emperor killed his own sister, Wen Ling's mother. Do you think he has true feelings for Wen Ling?"

The subordinate lowered his head even lower.

"Perhaps the Northern Zhao Emperor is putting on an act."

The Buddhist beads in his hand kept rolling, and Wen Zhi's slightly sickly eyes flashed with obscurity.

"Your Highness, why hesitate? Now that His Highness Nanchen wants to rebel, no one can stop him. Why bother clinging to that empty reputation?"

A slightly gentle male voice was heard. Wen Zhi looked up and saw a man in a black cloak standing at the door.

Wen Zhi's eyes were filled with arrogance, and he spoke in a stern voice.

"He is a traitor. What I want is a legitimate cause."

The man sighed, "My clan once had a secret treasure called the Heart Control Gu. With it, Emperor Nanchen will naturally pass the throne to you."

Wen Zhi's eyes were filled with enthusiasm and she was about to ask when she heard him say with regret.

"It's a pity that it was stolen years ago, and now I don't know who it was used on."

"May it be found?"

Such a good thing should be hers.

The man shook his head, "I can't find him. The reason I left the village was to find the person who took the mind-controlling Gu away. I haven't heard from him in all these years."

Wen Zhi frowned. She didn't have the energy to look for that damn poisonous insect now.

The teacup was swept to the ground fiercely, and Wen Zhi's eyebrows were ferocious.

"Wen Ling, it's best if you die. If not, I will make sure you die."

There is no time to verify whether Wen Ling is really dead or faking his death.

Wen Zhi could only strengthen the defenses in the capital and the imperial palace, and would never let a single fly in.

Wen Ling only brought Xiao Zhiyan and a few skilled secret guards into the capital, and Xu Zhuoan and Chu Yuexuan were arranged to stay outside the city first.

As soon as Wen Ling entered Nanchen's inn, he washed off the beard and yellow mud on his face.

After a round of inspection, Wen Zhou landed quietly in the house and watched Xiao Zhiyan leaning on His Highness's body and eating fruit as if he had no bones.

Sensing his gaze, Xiao Zhiyan looked over with a smile, and Wen Zhou lowered his eyes.

"Your Highness, the Nanchen Palace is now surrounded like an iron barrel and it may be difficult to enter."

Wen Ling waved her hand nonchalantly, "It's okay, we can go in openly tonight."

Now that she's at the palace, what's there to hide? If she wasn't afraid that Wen Zhigou would jump over the wall and harm Wen Huaiyue, she wouldn't have to fake her death. Now that she's at the wall, are you still afraid that she'll jump over it? There's no point in jumping.

I originally wanted to catch Wen Zhi off guard, and now my goal has been achieved.

"You count your men and come with me directly to the palace tonight."

"Yes."