Being an emperor is not something he can do, so he can only rely on his connections.

Han Ye said he was going to feed the horses, but actually he was going to plot something.

A heavily armored soldier was found to entertain them.

Entering the attic, the decoration inside is simply jaw-dropping! Every detail is full of corruption.

Moreover, the entire attic was very bright, abnormally bright. This was not the light that a candle could produce.

Following the light source, there is a chandelier.

Hmm? Chandelier?

This chandelier is made up of dozens of oil lamps with a large crystal stone in the center.

The light is concentrated by the crystal stone and then scattered by the convex mirror on the top of the chandelier.

Zhang Jingwei looked at Gao Fei, who was also in a daze, and asked quietly, "Is this lamp also your masterpiece?"

Gao Fei shook his head.

The heavily armored soldier chuckled, "Father bought this crystal lamp from a group of merchants from the Western Regions. It's much brighter than a candlestick."

Bought it? I'm afraid he stole it!

Under this light, the armor worn by the heavy armored soldiers is particularly dazzling.

The innermost set is a set of straight chain mail, followed by a set of plate chain mail, and then a breastplate and skirt armor.

Not to mention in this era of cold weapons. I guess ordinary rifles can't penetrate it, you have to use heavy machine guns or armor-piercing bullets!

Zhang Jingwei sighed inwardly, this is not a heavy armored soldier, it is clearly a human tank!

He couldn't help but ask curiously, "Brother, how heavy is this set of equipment of yours?"

The heavily armored soldier smiled proudly and said, "No more, no less, exactly two hundred kilograms."

Zhang Jingwei and Gao Fei exchanged a glance, each seeing the shock in the other's eyes. To be able to move freely while wearing such heavy armor, one must possess incredible strength.

Zhang Jingwei asked, "Is your father Han Ye?"

The heavily armored soldier replied, "Indeed, my name is Zhao Wuchuan, and I'm the commander of the Royal Guard."

Zhang Jingwei was puzzled and asked, "You are Captain Han's son... Is your last name Zhao?"

Zhao Wuchuan smiled and said, "Yes, I am my father's fifth adopted son. My biological father's surname is Zhao, but he died in battle!"

Zhang Jingwei continued to ask: "If Han Ye adopts an orphan, how many children does he have to support?"

Zhao Wuchuan looked at Zhang Jingwei in front of him with a complicated expression, but still decided to tell him everything.

He took a deep breath and said slowly, "Father has many adopted sons and nephews, no less than a hundred! I have brothers all over Gaoyang, and even in Yunzhou!"

Hearing this, Zhang Jingwei's heart moved. He keenly sensed the threat and warning in Zhao Wuchuan's words. He narrowed his eyes slightly, his gaze becoming sharp.

He sneered and responded with a somewhat mocking tone: "Humph, with so many adopted sons and nephews, it seems that after Han Ye's death, this huge fortune will not be enough for you to divide!"

There was a sense of oppression in Zhang Jingwei's voice.

Zhao Wuchuan fell into silence. He didn't know that he had offended Zhang Jingwei unintentionally. His face was gloomy and a hint of uneasiness flashed in his eyes. In the end, he just smiled and said nothing more.

Zhang Jingwei walked around the hall and found a staircase behind the partition wall. He walked up the stairs and was suddenly stopped by two guards.

The two guards were also wearing heavy armor and holding long spears pointing at Zhang Jingwei.

"How dare you! Can't you see I'm on patrol with Master Sima? Why don't you step back?"

Zhao Wuchuan shouted loudly, and the two guards put away their weapons.

"Yes, fifth brother!"

Zhao Wuchuan's face darkened again, and he continued to shout, "When on duty, you must call me Commander!"

"Yes, Commander!"

Facing Zhang Jingwei, he returned to his previous smiling face: "I'm sorry to have embarrassed you, my brothers are used to being lax with them and lack discipline!"

After going up to the second floor, Zhang Jingwei realized what extravagance and luxury meant.

There is a chandelier on the first floor, and there are three on the second floor. These furniture are all made of a kind of nanmu - golden nanmu.

According to legend, in ancient times, golden nanmu was used as a gift to the royal family. In modern times, a set of this kind of furniture can fetch millions of RMB.

This was not the most shocking thing for him. In this conference room, there were all kinds of rare treasures, and in the center was a large sand table covered with glass!

Zhang Jingwei couldn't believe it, so he knocked on it with his hand and found that it was indeed made of glass.

Although glass craftsmanship already existed in ancient China, the purity of this is a bit exaggerated!

According to Zhao Wuchuan, the second floor is Han Ye’s study, bedroom and meeting room.

No matter how you look at it now, Han Ye doesn't look like a general, but more like a wealthy businessman.

Zhang Jingwei sat on the armchair made of golden nanmu wood, thinking that these were all earned in exchange for the soldiers' salaries, and he became very angry.

He reached out his hand and gently supported the chair, then slowly stood up. He patted the armrest of the chair with his palm, sighed slightly and said, "It seems that Captain Han has quite a lot of wealth!"

Zhao Wuchuan cupped his hands and said flatteringly, "Isn't my father's wealth all due to the young master's family?"

Zhang Jingwei continued to walk around, muttering, "You are very good at talking, unlike that crazy girl from the Huangfu family!"

Walked to the third floor.

There were no guards blocking the way on the third floor, but there was a large bronze bell. Further in, there was a lookout tower that offered a panoramic view of the entire water defense camp. Whenever the guards saw something unusual, they would ring the bell.

Zhao Wuchuan introduced Zhang Jingwei, "This is my sentry post! I patrol here every day."

The scenery here is really beautiful, especially the night view, which is so beautiful that even Zhang Jingwei lost his mind.

Such a night view is rare. There are only bright stars in the sky, and if you look further away, you can see the twinkling lights of Jia Village.

Seeing Zhang Jingwei staring intently, Zhao Wuchuan asked with a smile, "Young Master, you have admired Miss Huangfu for a long time. Now that you have her by your side, are you still thinking about her?"

Because the direction of Jiacun is the direction of Yunzhou, Zhao Wuchuan thought that Zhang Jingwei was missing Huangfu Ling.

Zhang Jingwei was shocked: "Oh! That's not right! They shouldn't know my true identity."

Zhang Jingwei felt like he had discovered a shocking piece of news.

"Me? I admire her? Me? Who am I!?"

Keep confirming over and over again.

Zhao Wuchuan whispered, "You are the Prince of Jin. Father has already told me. Isn't it because you miss Miss Huangfu that you mentioned her today?"

"We? When did this happen...?!"

At this time, Zhang Jingwei felt like he was being cheated on.

"This... isn't this known to everyone in Yunzhou and Jinzhou? It's a pity that you two were made for each other, and now Miss Huangfu is already married."

Zhao Wuchuan continued, "I've never understood why Miss Huangfu would like such a good-for-nothing young master."

"But I heard that the useless young master committed suicide by taking poison. Could it be... your doing, sir?" Zhao Wuchuan joked.

When talking about Huangfu Ling, Zhao Wuchuan's mouth never stopped, and he kept revealing some big gossips. I didn't expect that Zhao Wuchuan also had the potential to be an entertainment media person. He liked to eat gossips and also liked reasoning.

"Who knows, maybe..."

Zhang Jingwei frowned, then heard Mu Tou calling "Master!" from below.

He turned around and went downstairs, cutting off all his thoughts as there was an important matter waiting for him.