Chapter 1036

Chen Wuji and Hu Yuyan's chat went very smoothly; he basically figured out everything he wanted to know, and Hu Yuyan's incredibly skilled Disguise Technique also came into his hands.

To confirm that what Hu Yuyan wrote was true, Chen Wuji had her remove the disguise and then do it again two more times.

The value of this set of Disguise Technique is high; if the spy Lìng could learn it, gathering information in the future would certainly go much more smoothly.

"Has Li Qichen spoken?" Chen Wuji walked out of the wooden house, flexing his wrists, and asked casually.

"Mr. Yuan is currently attending to things; listening to the commotion, it sounds like it's almost done." Chen Li said.

Chen Wuji nodded.

"Nanfengzhen has a lot of dealings with the Uyghurs; should we first take control of it?" Chen Li asked.

Chen Wuji sat on the ground, shook his head, "No need to rush for now; the Uyghurs have prepared this information market for a long time, inside it must be a mixture of fish and dragons, filled with spies from all sides."

"Occupying this place doesn't bring us much benefit, but it easily exposes our military situation under the enemy's nose; let's ignore it for now."

Chen Li slightly nodded, "The local officials of Lingshouzhou are utterly useless; a market town has long been under Uyghur control, yet they haven't even gotten a hint of news."

Da Yu is rotten from top to bottom; maybe everyone knows something, but they only care about the Silver they can stuff into their own pockets." Chen Wuji said, "Nanfengzhen is full of Uyghur People, and Uyghur caravans crowd in; if you just leave a little trace, you can spot something off about this place."

Doing this so openly, yet no news leaks out—there's definitely something wrong.

Chen Li gave a faint hum, not dwelling on this issue, but said: "Li Qichen's status among the Uyghur is extraordinary; even if the Uyghur King does it for his own face, he will surely find a way to ransom this person, but he certainly won't be so honest about it—he must have a thorough plan."

Chen Wuji's eyes deep: "They can easily produce a hundred thousand head of cattle and sheep, but a hundred thousand Warhorses and a hundred thousand laborers—the Uyghur will surely be reluctant; most likely they'll pull some trick in there."

We must prepare for the Uyghur King to sacrifice Li Qichen, but we cannot blindly trust his status. The royal family has no affection; in this matter, a son's face may not be important, and face surely isn't as important as Warhorses and laborers.

Chen Li thought for a moment and said: "The handover site—I'll prepare it!"

Good!

As they were speaking, the door of a nearby wooden hut was pushed open; Yuan Laoer wiped the bloodstains from his hands with a cloth and walked out slowly. Noticing the gazes of Chen Wuji and Chen Li, he hastily dropped the cloth and quickened his steps toward them.

My lord, General Chen!

What did you find out?" Chen Wuji asked.

Yuan Laoer grinned, pulling out the document tucked under his arm: "My lord, that kid's belly is full of good stuff—from the Uyghur royal court down to their plans for attacking our Da Yu, it's all there."

The fighting in Lingshouzhou is being directed by this little calf; he is not only the commander of that heavy armored cavalry unit, but also the Uyghur's vanguard Great General, leading a full two hundred thousand troops.

Of that two hundred thousand army, only a third appears in Lingshouzhou; the rest are all stationed on the periphery, watching our and the Court Army's reactions. Once my lord or the Court Army sends reinforcements to Lingshouzhou, their peripheral forces will instantly converge, tightening the noose around Lingshouzhou!

They're using Lingshouzhou as a net, deliberately baiting my lord and the Court Army.

The one in charge of the Lingshouzhou fighting is a guy called Butcher Hu, from the Qili Tribe, and one of Li Qichen's confidants.

Chen Wuji listened to Yuan Laoer's words while examining the document word for word.

No wonder this kid's bark is worse than his bite—turns out he really does hold power in his hands; I underestimated him." Chen Wuji said, "His appearance in Nanfengzhen probably isn't just to humiliate Hu Yuyan, right?"

Yuan Laoer's expression suddenly turned odd: "I, your subordinate, have also suspected that, but it seems indeed this is just the one thing; I've used all the means at my disposal, yet I couldn't pry out anything else."

This kid seems to truly be holding a grudge; he deliberately brought Hu Yuyan to Nanfengzhen to humiliate her, and the object of her refused marriage alliance is none other than him!

Chen Wuji's expression suddenly became interesting: "I didn't expect there to be such a connection here—how interesting. In that case, should I do a good deed and lock them up together?"

Chen Li, Yuan Laoer: ……

Locking them together wouldn't be a problem, but if that's the case, the actions of this Qili Tribe princess are utterly puzzling." Chen Li furrowed their brow, their face full of incomprehension.

Chen Wuji waved his hand: "That woman's got a screw loose; expecting her to make sense would be supernatural. No need to dwell on this. Just lock them up together and let them study each other."

Here!

……

Over the next few days, the vicinity of Nanfengzhen appeared calm, as if nothing had happened.

But the local snakes had already sensed a different vibe.

A great terror was brewing.

Some perceptive people decisively abandoned their holdings in Nanfengzhen and moved outward.

But as soon as they left the town, they ran into a checkpoint.

In all four directions, not a single road was open; checkpoints were everywhere.

They couldn't get out!

Five days later, Chen Wuji met an envoy from the Uyghur.

A young person dressed in a straight-cut robe, presenting themselves as a scholar, speaking fluent Da Yu elegant speech.

Their appearance was that of a Uyghur Person, but aside from their looks, there was not a trace of Uyghur about them; they were altogether a Da Yu scholar.

Upon seeing them, Chen Wuji felt a sudden, inexplicable surge of wicked fire in his chest.

A group of scholars in robes, yet they hadn't learned even a bit of human decorum—like rats.

Student Xue Wanhou has paid their respects to Marquis Zhenyuan; student comes under orders from their king to discuss with the Marquis the redemption of the Third Prince. Xue Wanhou performed a proper scholar's bow, their face bearing an extremely officialdom-like smile, neither genuine nor false, as if carved with a chisel onto their face.

Chen Wuji stared coldly and asked: "Where is what I want?"

The Marquis wants too much; we need some time to prepare!

What are you doing here then? Men, drag them out and behead them!

Xue Wanhou's face changed dramatically: "Marquis, I am an envoy!"

Envoy? I see you as a ghostly thing! An eyesore, drag them out!

In warfare, the rule not to kill envoys—Chen Wuji usually observes it.

He simply found them displeasing today.

Chen Wuji acted willfully, and no one beside him tried to dissuade him—not even Chen Li, who normally sticks strictly to the rules, said a word.

Everyone seemed to collectively agree that doing this was right.

The Uyghur envoy came, then just left like that—nothing happened.

And naturally, there was no progress.