May this scumbag husband, who favored his concubine over his wife, rest in peace.

Wen Yuanshu nodded, got up and left.

She slowly returned to her courtyard, only to find Lu Chengyuan standing there with his hands behind his back, having arrived at some point.

Upon seeing her, Lu Chengyuan strode towards her.

"Yuan Shu, I..."

Seeing that he started speaking but then remained silent for a long time, Wen Yuanshu raised an eyebrow: "You came here because you had something to say to me?"

“I was wrong…” Lu Chengyuan tentatively took her hand. “It’s my fault for not telling you sooner, so you weren’t even mentally prepared and had to face this all of a sudden…”

Lu Chengyuan's words surprised Wen Yuanshu somewhat.

She knew that Wen Jing had done something wrong, and Lu Chengyuan was justified in taking action. However, Lu Chengyuan hadn't given any advance notice, catching Wen Yuanshu completely off guard. That was the crux of the problem.

Wen Yuanshu snorted coldly: "I didn't expect Commander Lu to have such a clear understanding of things."

“Yuan Shu…”

She addressed him as "Commander Lu" so formally, which caused Lu Chengyuan a dull ache in his heart.

Before he could say anything more, Wen Yuanshu had already pulled her hand back, walked past him, and went straight back to the main house.

Chunhua followed closely behind, not forgetting to close the door behind her.

Looking at the tightly closed door, Lu Chengyuan sighed deeply.

It's normal that Wen Yuanshu doesn't want to talk to him right now.

Regardless, Wen Jing is indeed imprisoned in the Embroidered Uniform Guard's dungeon, and it was indeed he who sent him there.

Faced with the facts, all words seem pale and inadequate.

After a long while, he stepped to the door of the main house and said, "Yuan Shu, don't worry, I will take good care of my elder brother and make sure he doesn't suffer any grievances. I will also try my best to mediate with His Majesty. You should eat well, sleep well, and don't worry."

There was no movement from inside the house for a long time.

Lu Chengyuan took a deep breath, put the beast mask back on, and turned to leave.

-

For the next few days, Wen Heng frequently visited the palace.

Although he had Lu Chengyuan take Wen Jing away that night, it was only because he was angry for a moment. After all, he was his own son, how could he really ignore him?

Lu Chengyuan was also busy, spending almost every day by the emperor's side, all for one thing—

We beg the Emperor to issue an edict to send Huyan Zhuo away as soon as possible and release Wen Jing.

Even gods couldn't stop Wen Heng and Lu Chengyuan from taking turns attacking.

Unfortunately, both of them were incredibly thick-skinned; they couldn't be driven away by scolding or beaten. The emperor was both angry and annoyed, so he immediately ordered people to begin preparing the official seals.

Clearly, this is a plan to incorporate the barbarians into a vassal state, and it's likely that it won't be long before Huyan Zhuo leaves the capital.

Grand Secretary Qin was secretly anxious.

Once Hu Yanzhuo left, this matter was unlikely to escalate further.

"How's it going over there?"

The servant quickly stepped forward and said, "It has already been very effective."

Grand Secretary Qin nodded: "Give it your all, let's make our move tonight!"

The servant was taken aback: "...Sir, isn't this a bit too hasty?"

"There's no time, we can't wait any longer!"

Late that night, Hu Yanzhuo was drinking and enjoying the moon at a guesthouse in the capital when an uninvited guest dressed in black and wearing a black veil suddenly appeared, and a sharp glint of a blade was instantly upon him.

Hu Yanzhuo reacted quickly, throwing the wine jar at the man with his other hand.

A crisp sound rang out as a long sword cleaved open a wine jar, splashing wine everywhere.

The inn in the capital was different from the deserted path outside.

When Huyan Zhuo came to the capital this time, he brought many barbarian guards with him, all of whom lived in this place. Therefore, as soon as they heard the noise, many people drew their knives and jumped out of the window, surrounding the assassin.

Besides these barbarian guards, there were also guards from the Great Zhao Kingdom at the capital's guesthouse. They were all holding crossbows, and the arrows, gleaming coldly, were already aimed at the assassin. As soon as the assassin made any further movement, the arrows would fly out and take his life.

Seeing that his attack had failed and only alerted so many people, the man knew that he could not succeed this time. He lost his fighting spirit and allowed the guards of the inn to hold him down. He then ripped off the veil from his face.