They were in charge of being beautiful, and she was in charge of taking the hits.

He quickly washed up and went to the main hall, where he saw Huang Ziliang sitting there, looking refined and scholarly. At this time, he had taken off his cap, but it was impossible to see what he was thinking.

"Young Master Ziliang, what brings you here?"

"I have a favor to ask, Young Master Changsun."

Such formalities, calling him "Young Master" all the time, felt rather troublesome, so Changsun Boyu simply called him by his name: "Ziliang, you speak."

I felt this matter might be a long story, and he couldn't explain it clearly in a short time, so I simply handed him a draft containing a detailed plan. Changsun Boyu unfolded the thick stack of paper, initially finding it rather boring, but becoming increasingly shocked as he read on. Then he stared at him and asked, "Are you serious?"

"Of course, that's why I need to ask for help from Brother Changsun."

Changsun Boyu stood up, looked around, and dismissed all the servants: "Even if I am skilled in disguise, it's not a long-term solution, and Wu Chengye is not so easy to fool."

“I have already asked Baiyun what happened. If there is a chance to recreate the scene from back then, even if it is not 100% similar, he will definitely fall for it.”

"That Wu Ziyan is a real menace!" Changsun Boyu complained, thinking that he could actually get a man to go to such lengths for him.

"Does Master Sima know about this?"

Huang Ziliang shook his head. He was afraid that he still felt uneasy. He was still an uncertain factor, after all, his younger brother had married Wu Chengye.

"Then you may have to wait a few days, after all, the dough needs to be carefully carved to achieve a high degree of fineness."

"Thank you for your trouble, Brother Changsun."

After exchanging a few more pleasantries, Changsun Boyou quietly saw Huang Ziliang out of the mansion. This matter probably needed to be discussed with everyone first.

[Wu Ziyan is a real traitor; what kind of bewitching potion has she given everyone?!]

Another day passed, and Huang Ziliang went to Chu Qiu's residence again. After all, there were not many people who could make Wu Chengye fall into the water. Chu Qiu's martial arts skills were comparable to his sisters, and he also had so much practical experience. It would be best to let him pretend to assassinate Wu Chengye.

However, Chu Qiu noticed that Huang Ziliang's behavior was cold and indifferent, unlike Changsun Boyu's enthusiasm. But he also knew that he now belonged to the Fourth Princess's faction, and the Second Princess was targeting not only the First Princess but also the Fourth Princess. After weighing these factors, he decided that he could take on the job.

Although the risk was a bit high, they were quite confident in their skills, and with Mo Baiyun secretly helping them, their chances of winning were even greater.

When Huang Ziliang was about to leave, Chu Qiu stood at the door and said, "Is it worth it? A man's chastity is very important."

"I didn't expect General Chu Qiu to be as pedantic as the rest of the world?" Huang Ziliang asked with a smile. In this kind of world, if the truth is distorted, it will inevitably sound bad and be attacked by crazy rumors from the outside world. It takes a lot of courage to do that.

"I can only wish you all the best." [What merit or ability does Wu Ziyan possess!]

Even though Han Yuxiu wasn't at the manor, Mo Baiyun could still get the medicine by going to see Doctor Han. There was no need for him to come in person; Mo Baiyun would just go and ask for it directly.

After finishing all that, he wrote a letter and sent it to the border, saying that he had to let his master know about what had happened.

Huang Ziliang was also taking a gamble, but he was mostly doing it for himself.

Strictly speaking, Wu Ziyan was just a stepping stone. Of course, this was only Huang Ziliang's initial thought when he first met her. Later, he realized that she had similar thoughts to him and they developed a mutual respect for each other.

Four days later

After the sandstorm passed, a large portion of the buildings were half-buried in the sand. Fortunately, it was all fine sand, and everyone worked together to easily shovel them away.

This sandstorm was also strange; it came early and went slowly. Most importantly, they discovered that many wells had dried up.

Meanwhile, Fang Yuerong arrived at the border and was still complaining in the car: "Are you sure we're heading towards the border of the Northern Desert? Why is there such a strong sandstorm? My skin is so dry."

"The route map does indeed lead this way, young master."

They had no choice but to quicken their pace and soon arrived at Manluo Town. After being blown by the sandstorm, the only prominent building now was the Silan Pavilion, where they were clearing sand from the entrance and opening their doors to welcome guests.

Afterwards, Fang Yuerong and her companions stopped their carriage at the entrance of Silan Pavilion. They didn't even think about going to find Wu Ziyan first. They had plenty of money, so of course they had to wash up first, have a facial spa, and then enjoy themselves.

Upon seeing this distinguished young man, dressed in fine clothes and exuding an air of extraordinary bearing, the waiter sweeping sand at the entrance immediately dropped his shovel and rushed to greet him, thinking to himself, "Welcoming such a distinguished guest right after opening the door—this is a good omen!"

"Honorable guests, are you here for leisure or to stay at an inn?"

"Let's have a one-stop service, including food, drinks, and entertainment."

"Okay, okay."

The waiter was rubbing his hands together behind him. He was obviously a young master from a wealthy family who didn't have to worry about money. However, when he entered the first floor, the people who were originally playing dice and various cricket-catching games were now few and far between, and it didn't look very lively.

The young masters and ladies on the second floor were all resting, a far cry from the usual lively scene. Fang Yue Rong's personal attendant, Yue'er, frowned as soon as she entered: "Young master, weren't we going to find Miss Zi Yan? What are we doing here?"

"I told you, take a rest."

We booked the best room on the third floor, which offered a panoramic view of the four surrounding streets, making it a great spot to observe the vendors.

After casually taking off her dusty coat and letting her hair down, Fang Yuerong sighed and sat on the bed: "This mattress is not bad. My bones are almost falling apart after so many days. I should take a shower and rest for a while. This place is about to return to its former vitality."

After asking the waiter for water, Fang Yuerong began to take a bath. Being a particular person, she insisted on adding a few drops of essential oil to the water. Feeling comfortable, she changed into clean clothes after her bath.

Only then did he turn to the geography section to learn about the local customs and traditions. He happened to turn to the page describing sandstorms, and most importantly, it noted that many years ago, sandstorms had caused disasters.

He felt a pang of anxiety; this time, the timing might be unfortunate, and there might be a water shortage!

He called Yue'er over and whispered a few words in her ear. Yue'er was puzzled: "Why do we need so many water vats?"

"It will come in handy then."

He took a gold ingot and went downstairs. He saw someone at the counter and placed the gold ingot on the table: "Manager, please have ten of those watertight water tanks filled with water delivered to Luo's Inn."

The shopkeeper thought he had misheard. Ten large water vats? To be delivered to Luo's shop? Where does the person live? But when he saw the gold ingot, he immediately took the gold and did as instructed.

The people who wanted to come here were rich, but I didn't expect them to be this rich. We quickly sent them some local specialty fruit platters, dried fruits, and other snacks to their rooms.

Fang Yuerong sat at the table, crossed her legs, ate dried fruit, and looked at Yue'er, saying, "Do you know? This is the treatment of the rich."

"I know, I know. After all, other people hire bodyguards, but you used money to kill them."

"Oh, it's all about money, just give it to him if he wants it."

As he spoke, his brows furrowed even more as he turned over the dust. He couldn't really think of any good ways to trade here, especially since the border wasn't strictly controlled and there was no tense atmosphere.