High Martial Arts Three Kingdoms: The Incompetent Strategist

"Did they both drink the pear soup?" Zhang Feng asked with a gloomy face.

Hou Fu nodded: "I drank it. I saw it with my own eyes before I left, and the door was already locked."

Zhang Feng was still not entirely at ease and asked, "Is the dosage of medicine sufficient?"

"That's enough. That's already twice the normal amount. Last time when you dealt with Miss Wang's second daughter, you only used less than half the amount you used this time."

Zhang Feng nodded and said, "Yes, it worked very well last time, so it should be about right."

Hou Fu sighed, "It's just a pity for the lady; this boy got it for nothing."

Zhang Feng's expression was cold, and he said indifferently, "The He family is currently at a critical juncture of life and death. It is her honor to be able to contribute her own strength to this cause."

"I'm afraid she'll tell us later, and then it will be hard to explain to the Empress and General He."

"If she ruins her reputation then, will she still have the face to talk about such a shameful thing outside? If things really get out of hand, the worst that can happen is divorce. If we can't get through this hurdle now, we're all going to die anyway."

Seeing this, Hou Fu knew that continuing the conversation would only make things awkward, so he cupped his hands and said, "Young Master is right. Please rest first. I will go to the backyard to keep watch in case anyone disturbs us."

“Okay, I’ll come over later. As soon as he opens the door, I’ll go up and negotiate with him.”

Not long after Tang Ke and He Lingyi drank the pear soup, they felt a strange heat rising in their hearts, their consciousness began to become confused, and their thoughts began to wander.

Tang Ke realized he had been drugged and tried to open the door to leave, only to find it already locked from the outside.

He suppressed his inner turmoil, avoiding He Lingyi's burning gaze, trying to resist this irresistible force with his own willpower.

"Madam, we have been poisoned. Please stay sober and do not let your desires control you." Tang Ke's voice sounded both real and unreal, and when it reached He Lingyi's ears, it seemed utterly unconvincing.

The pockmarked mask on Tang Ke's face was ripped off.

"So you..."

"Madam, please have some self-respect!"

"lady……"……

"Steward Hou, it's been two hours, and he still hasn't come out?" Zhang Feng's expression grew increasingly grim.

Hou Fu looked at Zhang Feng sympathetically and comforted him, "Yes, but it should be soon, the effects of the medicine have worn off."

This young master of ours is indeed very patient; he stood outside the door and listened for two hours straight while the room was in turmoil.

Zhang Feng was already burning with rage, constantly telling himself, "Calm down, stay calm, my young marquis. This is the path you chose yourself. As long as you're alive, what kind of woman won't you have in the future?"

Just as he was about to lose control of the primal power within him, the door finally creaked open.

Tang Ke poked his head out from inside, saw someone outside, and then shrank back in. With a "bang," the door slammed shut again.

Just as Zhang Feng was about to enter, the door panel slammed hard against his nose, instantly bringing tears to his eyes.

After a moment, Tang Ke opened the door with a flourish and asked Zhang Feng, "This must be Young Master Zhang, right? What a coincidence! Haha!"

Although Zhang Feng was furious inside, he had to remain calm and polite on the surface, forcing back tears as he said, "I am indeed Zhang Feng. Did Lord Tang enjoy himself just now?"

"Enjoy yourself, enjoy yourself, thank you for your hospitality. Your skin is so fair, and the pear soup is delicious. Why are you crying? Hmm?" Tang Ke looked at the mess in the room, and seemed a bit guilty.

“I am deeply moved that you would grace my humble abode with your presence during your time of hardship. My emotions were stirred in that moment. I hope you are well, I hope you are well.” Zhang Feng paused, then tentatively asked, “About my father…”

"Young Marquis, rest assured, everything has been arranged. I have already explained the specific procedures to Madam Zhang in detail just now."

"Just now?" Zhang Feng glanced at He Lingyi, who was slumped to the side sobbing, with surprise, feeling particularly uneasy.

However, the phrase "young marquis" finally eased his anxiety a little. Only by preserving his title could he make his huge bet worthwhile.

"Young Master, if there's nothing else, I'll be leaving now." Tang Ke was afraid that this guy might suddenly have a brain fart and stab him, so he wanted to slip away.

It's a strange feeling. Even though I'm the victim, I feel a bit embarrassed, since I took advantage of the other person.

"Please proceed, Lord Tang. What about the matter of the seizure?"

"The sealing was ordered by His Majesty. Let's just put up the seal for now and not move it. We can remove the seal once your father has understood the situation."

Tang Ke nodded to Hou Fu and fled from the Zhang residence as if escaping.

The imperial guards were taking stock of the assets when they saw that Lord Tang had left without saying a word. They assumed he had some urgent business to attend to and followed him out of the Zhang residence.

The smile on Zhang Feng's face gradually disappeared as Tang Ke's figure receded into the distance. He asked impatiently, "What method did he say? Can it save my father?"

Seeing that he didn't care about her at all, He Lingyi couldn't help but burst into tears. Since she married into the Zhang family, she had known that Zhang Feng often had affairs and had a bad reputation, but she had tolerated it for the sake of family harmony. She never thought that he would be so shameless as to push her into someone else's arms.

Looking at the anxious face before her, she asked, word by word, "You want to save your father, so you're willing to drag your wife into a pit of fire?"

Zhang Feng grabbed her shoulder, a twisted smile on his face: "If Father really convicts me of treason, and my Zhang family is destroyed, then we'll all have to jump into the fire together. Right now, you're sacrificing your own interests to save my Zhang family's title. It's a good deal!"

"Business? You're trading your wife's reputation for your title?" He Lingyi shouted almost hoarsely.

"What else is this but business? You are noble, your sister is the Empress, and the confiscation of your family property and extermination of your clan will not implicate you, but what about us?"

Zhang Feng also lost his patience and raised his voice: "Quickly tell him what method he said can save my father."

He Lingyi felt that the true face of the person in front of her became clearer. Her heart was ashen, her eyes seemed to be smoked by smoke, or as if the ice and snow on her eyelashes were gently melting. The tears that flowed like a spring slowly stopped.

Seeing her dazed look, Zhang Feng became impatient again, grabbed her shoulders and shook her violently: "What are you staring at? Tell me the solution he gave you."

A letter slipped from her sleeve.

Zhang Feng caught the letter and eagerly opened it. Seeing the familiar words, he exclaimed with delight, "So it's a letter from my father!"

He read it carefully, afraid of missing any key information, and his expression gradually became strange.

Hou Fu, who had been silent the whole time, couldn't help but ask, noticing the man's fluctuating expression, "What did the master say in his letter?"

Zhang Feng's expression gradually calmed down, and he slowly handed the letter to him.