Years turn into wind

Ling Xiaotian and Cheng Yuwei's plan quietly unfolded. After several days of meticulous planning, the false intelligence successfully reached Lu Sheng through a channel left by Xu Wenzhong. Lu Sheng, always cautious and suspicious, seemed unaware of the trap this time and immediately mobilized his forces, preparing to launch a surprise attack on the supposed key stronghold.

At the same time, Ling Xiaotian and his army had quietly deployed on the enemy's route, waiting for Lu Sheng to step into the trap.

On the eve of Ling Xiaotian's planned action, the Marshal's Mansion was unusually quiet. Cheng Yuwei stood by the window, gazing at the distant mountains, feeling a sense of unease. Although everything seemed to be proceeding as planned, she felt a sense of greater danger lurking in the shadows, especially given Shen Yirong's recent actions.

At this time, Ling Xiaotian walked into the room and gently put a cloak on her shoulders.

"It's so late, what are you still thinking about?" His voice was low and warm.

Cheng Yuwei turned around and looked at him, a hint of worry in her eyes. "I'm not worried about this battle. I'm more worried about the mansion. Shen Yirong seems to be acting a little abnormally lately."

Ling Xiaotian frowned slightly, and after a moment's thought, he said, "Shen Yirong is a complicated woman. I've always known she has intentions towards me, but her current actions won't affect the overall situation. As long as we can win this battle, no matter how she plots, it will be of no use."

Cheng Yuwei nodded, but still felt a little uneasy: "But she might attack me."

Ling Xiaotian's face darkened, and a hint of coldness flashed in his eyes: "Don't worry, if she dares to touch you, I will never let her go."

The two men sat in silence, but both knew in their hearts that the real storm was about to come.

The next evening, Shen Yirong personally hosted a grand banquet, inviting all the important figures and guests in the mansion to attend. The banquet was grand and lively, as if to cover up the tense atmosphere of the war.

Cheng Yuwei, dressed in a simple and elegant cheongsam, walked into the banquet hall. She knew clearly that this banquet was not just a celebration, but there must be some conspiracy behind it.

Shen Yirong, wearing a gorgeous dress, greeted the guests with a smile on her face, as if everything was under control. However, her eyes would occasionally glance at Cheng Yuwei, with a hint of coldness in them.

The banquet was in full swing, with everyone toasting and laughing. No one noticed when an unassuming waiter quietly walked out the back door and stole towards the backyard. His figure was swallowed by the thick night, and in his hand was a gleaming dagger.

Cheng Yuwei, standing in a corner of the banquet, noticed something strange. She felt that Shen Yirong's eyes were falling on her more and more frequently, and her eyes seemed to hide the success of some plan.

Suddenly, a thought flashed through her mind: tonight's banquet is a trap!

Without a second thought, she quietly left the hall and headed for the backyard. As she stepped out of the hall, a cold wind blew against her face, and the stillness of the night made her nerves even more tense. She looked around warily, her heart beating faster.

At this moment, there was a burst of hurried footsteps behind her. Cheng Yuwei turned around suddenly and saw a masked man in black rushing towards her, with a dagger in his hand pointing directly at her chest.

Cheng Yuwei subconsciously dodged, narrowly avoiding the blow, but her skills were ultimately inferior to the man in black's. He moved swiftly and attacked again. The knife flashed, and Cheng Yuwei tried her best to resist, but the dagger still cut her arm, and blood instantly stained her cuffs red.

Seeing the man in black closing in step by step, Cheng Yuwei was about to fall down. At this moment, a familiar voice rang out: "Stop!"

Ling Xiaotian rushed over with his guards. He quickly stood in front of Cheng Yuwei, drew his sword, and looked at the man in black with sharp eyes.

"Looking for death!" Ling Xiaotian shouted angrily, and the long sword was unsheathed in an instant. A cold light flashed, and before the man in black could react, Ling Xiaotian pierced his chest with the sword and he fell to the ground.

"Yuwei, are you okay?" Ling Xiaotian turned around hurriedly and held Cheng Yuwei in his arms. Seeing the wound on her arm, his eyes were full of heartache and anger.

Cheng Yuwei shook her head and said, enduring the pain: "I'm fine...but Shen Yirong...this must have been arranged by her."

Ling Xiaotian's face turned cold in an instant. He handed Cheng Yuwei to the guards, then rushed back to the banquet hall in anger.

The banquet was still going on, and Shen Yirong was standing high up, as if everything was under control. However, when Ling Xiaotian walked into the hall with a chill, everyone's laughter stopped abruptly, and the atmosphere instantly became tense.

"Shen Yirong!" Ling Xiaotian's voice was as piercing as a cold wind, breaking the clamor of the banquet. "Do you admit your guilt?"

Shen Yirong was startled for a moment, then calmed down and showed an innocent smile on her face: "Marshal, what do you mean? I don't understand what you are talking about."

Ling Xiaotian's eyes were like knives, and he said coldly, "The assassin you arranged has been caught. What else can you say?"

Shen Yirong's expression changed slightly, but she quickly calmed down and smiled even more: "Marshal, I have never done such a thing. You can't slander me out of thin air."

Ling Xiaotian snorted coldly and ordered the guards to bring the body of the man in black in. Everyone in the hall changed color, and the atmosphere instantly became extremely oppressive.

"This is the person you sent to assassinate Yu Wei." Ling Xiaotian pointed at the corpse on the ground, his eyes filled with coldness. "Do you think I will let you go?"

Seeing this, Shen Yirong's face finally turned ugly. She knew that this time she would not be able to escape unscathed.

"Ling Xiaotian, you always protect that woman! Do you know how much I have paid for you?" Shen Yirong's voice was fierce, her eyes full of resentment.

Ling Xiaotian looked at her coldly, his tone devoid of emotion: "You've done as much for me as you did behind my back. I've known for a long time that you wanted to replace me, but I didn't expect you to be so unscrupulous."

Shen Yirong sneered, a hint of madness flashing in her eyes: "Since you already know, let's wait and see! Do you think you can bring me down like this? The people who support me behind the scenes are far more powerful than you think!"

"Lock her up." Ling Xiaotian waved his hand, and the guards immediately stepped forward and took Shen Yirong away.

Although Cheng Yuwei's wounds were not deep, after this incident, she completely saw through Shen Yirong's sinister intentions. At the same time, she also realized that there were more forces behind Ling Xiaotian, and this internal turmoil was far from over.

In the darkness of the night, Ling Xiaotian walked into the room and saw Cheng Yuwei leaning against the bed, looking a little tired. He sat beside her, gently holding her hand, and said gently, "I'm sorry, I couldn't protect you."

Cheng Yuwei smiled slightly: "You have done very well."

Ling Xiaotian was silent for a moment, his eyes filled with determination: "Don't worry, this battle is not over yet. We will face all challenges together, whether they are enemies inside or outside."

Cheng Yuwei nodded. She knew that there would be more storms coming, but as long as they stood side by side, nothing was invincible.

However, just when they thought they had calmed down temporarily, a loud noise was heard in the distance, and then news came from the front line - the enemy had broken through their first line of defense, and Lu Sheng was leading his troops towards the Marshal's Mansion.