Becoming a widow for the sake of good fortune? The short-lived prince lived a hundred years

Mu Lanxing was drinking tea. His face looked very grumpy and his eyes were rolled up to the sky.

Across from her, Chu Jinxun held Yan Xining's hand, looked at her tenderly, and occasionally brushed her falling hair behind her ears.

Yan Xining had a faint smile on her lips and occasionally whispered a few words to Chu Jinxun. There seemed to be an invisible barrier between the two of them. It was clearly a space for three people, but it seemed like a small world of its own.

And as long as you are not blind, you can see how disgusting that little world is.

Mu Lanxing could no longer bear it and put down the teacup with a loud clang. "I say, you two, can you please restrain yourself? You're being so affectionate in public, as if no one else is around. Do you think I'm air?"

Chu Jinxun simply smiled faintly, unmoved at all: "If you're jealous, go find someone you like! Have you finished dealing with the affairs of the Red Flame Hall? You're just refusing to leave!"

Mu Lanxing was so angry that she laughed: "Chu Jinxun, do you still have any shame? I personally came here to tell you about your progress. I haven't even finished a cup of tea, and you're kicking me out?"

Yan Xining smiled and said, "Brother Mu, don't be angry. You came all the way here to tell us the news, and we can't thank you enough. You know Jin Xun's situation, he's been bored. Please bear with me!"

Chu Jinxun also rolled his eyes: "You don't even need to run there yourself, let alone take action yourself. Aren't you just going there to watch the fun?"

Mu Lanxing's anger subsided in an instant. He turned his gaze and asked, "Can the story of the arms case that led to the defeat in Southern Xinjiang and the death of 30,000 people really be brought up again?"

"Then it depends on whether Tian Jiaying can produce the key evidence."

Mu Lanxing was very curious: "Will she really take it out?"

Chu Jinxun said slowly: "It depends on whether she is willing to take it or not!"

Mu Lanxing laughed. "The Sixth Prince and the Weiyuan Marquisate didn't have any deep hatred, so why would he send someone to kidnap Yan Luchang and treat him so harshly? Back then, he and Yan Xueqi were still close friends, right?"

Chu Jinxun didn't find it difficult to guess at all: "Marquis Weiyuan has a more outstanding son, so he just needs to be brought back. He sent someone to send this son back to his hometown, which means he has given up on him. Yan Luchang has a feminine appearance and is suitable for men and women. He is perfect for training and becoming a cash cow for Zuimengyoufang! Even if someone could recognize him, who would offend the Sixth Prince?"

He paused, smiled, and said, "Of course, there are deeper reasons, but that has nothing to do with our business!"

Mu Lanxing nodded: "Indeed, when he kidnapped someone mid-route, Yan Luchang thought it was Marquis Weiyuan's idea and could only hate his father."

Chu Jinxun said calmly, "This place called Zuimengyoufang doesn't need to exist anymore!"

Mu Lanxing said sternly, "Indeed, Yan Luchang is not a good guy, and he deserves his punishment. But most of those people are innocent. After being captured, they were either trained to be slaves or skinny horses. They are all children from good families! Chu Yunyan, that bastard, is really a piece of shit behind the scenes!"

Chu Jinxun's expression was filled with pity. "Twenty years ago, one hundred thousand men died in battle in the Northern Frontier, and the entire family of the auxiliary general was wiped out. Ten years ago, the Western Frontier was defeated, with seventy thousand men killed or wounded, and the loyal and brave general died in battle. Five years ago, thirty thousand men died in battle in the Southern Frontier, and three years ago, the Northern Frontier narrowly won, but with the loss of sixty thousand men. These men who died in vain did not die at the hands of the enemy, but were shot in the back by our dynasty. Those who committed countless crimes will be punished one by one!"

Mu Lanxing's expression also grew solemn: "Those termites don't deserve to live!"

Chu Jinxun held Yan Xining's hand: "Aning, what you want to do is also what I want to do. Soon, we will see the results!"

Yan Xiaozhen hasn't been back for several days. Yan Jize's injuries are too serious. He is still trying his best to find a doctor and ask for medicine for his son, hoping to cure him.

It doesn’t matter if he has a limp in his legs or his fingers are not flexible.

He could just ask for Yan Jize to be the crown prince without taking the imperial examination.

With Yan Jize's talent, even if he did not enter the officialdom through the imperial examination and directly inherited the title of crown prince, he would definitely be able to lead the Weiyuan Marquisate to go further in the future.

He wanted to take Yan Jize back and Rouer back as well.

He now hates that vicious woman Tian Jiaying so much.

He used to think about saving her face, but now, he doesn't think about it anymore.

Why would someone so vicious and selfish care about her face?

He had already decided to bring Ji Ze and Rou'er back in three days.

He held Rouer in his arms and comforted her softly.

This concubine is also a delicate and lovely girl. She looks sad and tearful, and I feel pity for her.

Yan Xiaozhen vowed to her: "Rou'er, you don't have to worry about anything. Ji Ze will become my prince, and you will become my concubine!"

Although Zhang Rou was heartbroken about her son's experience, she immediately turned her worries into joy after receiving Yan Xiaozhen's promise and became very proactive.

Something unspeakable almost happened between the two of them when suddenly there was a commotion outside.

Yan Xiaozhen frowned, put on his clothes, and said soothingly: "I'll go out and take a look, you wait here." As he said that, he pecked her on the cheek.

When Yan Xiaozhen walked out of the room and into the yard, he couldn't help but feel his eyebrows twitching when he saw everything in front of him.

The person who came was Ling Yan, the Shaoqing of Dali Temple, who brought soldiers with him and surrounded the entire yard.

He asked in a deep voice, "Master Ling, what are you doing?"

Ling Yan said, "Marquis Yan Xiaozhen of Weiyuan, Lord Yan?"

Yan Xiaozhen was a little angry.

Although he and Ling Yan didn't have much in common, they knew each other. Was it necessary to ask this question?

"It's me, Lord Ling. What's the matter? Why did you trespass into my villa? And caused such a big fuss? Did I offend you before?" Yan Xiaozhen said in an unhappy tone.

Ling Yan smiled and said, "Lord Yan, there's an arms case that needs your help in investigating. Come with me!"

"What arms case? I'm no longer serving in the Arms Supervisory Office. I'm currently the Director of the Ministry of Rites!"

Yan Xiaozhen previously worked in the Military Equipment Bureau of the Ministry of War, but was later punished by Emperor Yongxi and transferred to the Ministry of Rites.

Ling Yan said calmly, "Marquis Yan has only been transferred to the Ministry of Rites for half a year. Before that, he was in the Military Equipment Bureau. Someone, please invite Marquis Yan to the Dali Temple!"

Yan Xiaozhen instinctively felt something was wrong.

When officers and soldiers directly come to a person's house and invite him to the Dali Temple, doesn't that mean they have already determined that he is a criminal?

He hurriedly asked, "Lord Ling, is there some misunderstanding? Why do you want me to go to the Dali Temple?"

Ling Yan said calmly, "Marquis Yan, some things, once done, will leave traces. Please don't embarrass me, please!"

Yan Xiaozhen hated Ling Yan, who was so stubborn, but he still had a smile on his face.

He wasn't too worried. Although there would be traces of what had been done, if the traces were cleaned up, wouldn't they be gone?

Looking at Yan Xiaozhen being taken away, Zhang Rou's face was filled with surprise.

She rushed into the house.

After a few days of recuperation, Yan Jize's mental state has improved a lot. Seeing Zhang Rou stumbling in, he hurriedly asked, "Mom, what's wrong?"

Zhang Rou told him everything that had just happened.

Yan Jize's fourteen-year-old face looked much calmer and more composed than Yan Luchang's.

He said slowly, "We can't live here anymore. You have the deed, right? Let's sell the house quickly. Go find my dad and ask him to settle us down!"

Zhang Rou's eyes tightened, his expression changed drastically. He quickly looked around, making sure no one heard him. Then he breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Okay! I'll send someone to deliver the letter right away!"