The Reborn Princess Has Turned Evil

Chapter 296 Waiting Quietly

Murong Peifeng looked at Teng Hui with a puzzled expression, only to see Teng Hui's serious expression, "Then Dongfeng is the border of Qi Kingdom, Dayun!"

"Dayun?"

Although Dayun is not a large country, it has a good terrain, bordering Qi to the west and Jing to the south.

The Qi Kingdom and the Jing Kingdom are separated by a large river several tens of meters wide. Therefore, if one wants to come to the Jing Kingdom, one must take the official road. It is a road that anyone can travel, but it is indeed within the territory of Dayun. However, the two countries are currently not in conflict and are trading with each other, which is why things are peaceful.

"Does Teng Xiang want to borrow the troops of Dayun?" Murong pondered for a moment before asking.

"Exactly! Dayun has a small population, but its soldiers are all highly capable and its forces are strong. If we coordinate from within and without, wouldn't we achieve twice the result with half the effort?"

Seeing Teng Hui's confident demeanor, Murong Peifeng couldn't help but ask, "So, how's the progress?"

Teng Hui smiled and said, "I have received a definite reply. Prince Ji Yuan of Dayun is willing to do his best to help."

"Ji Yuan? He's the adopted son of the Prince of Dayun! Everyone speculates that he's mysterious and unpredictable, always wearing a mask. Since Prime Minister Teng was able to get in touch with him, can he see his true face?"

Teng Hui understood Murong Peifeng's meaning; he was afraid that Murong Peifeng would be deceived. He was very satisfied with Murong Peifeng's intelligence.

"Your Highness, rest assured, although I have not seen the real person, the Tiger-Suppressing Talisman is genuine."

The Tiger-Suppressing Tally belongs to the Dayun royal family and cannot be shared outside. This is known to all countries. The King of Dayun values ​​Ji Yuan even more than his own sons, entrusting him with both military strength and state affairs.

"And he also put forward a condition."

Murong Peifeng's gaze sharpened. "What are the conditions?"

Teng Hui sighed and said, "Once it's done, he wants one-tenth of Qi Kingdom's territory."

Murong Peifeng was startled, "One-tenth!" He was conflicted. Although he hadn't truly ascended the throne yet, one-tenth was still a painful thought. But if he refused, losing the support of Dayun would make the restoration of his kingdom even more difficult.

While hesitating, Teng Hui said again, "This matter still needs to be decided by the Crown Prince as soon as possible. Ji Yuan is still waiting for a reply." Murong Peifeng clenched his fist and finally slowly said, "Everything is up to Prime Minister Teng to decide."

Teng Hui nodded, glancing at Murong Peifeng's face. The youthful naiveté had faded, replaced by a heavy and sorrowful expression.

"Then please stay in this dark room for now, Your Highness, and avoid being pursued by Qi Zhi and Prince Qing."

Despite his resentment and hatred, Murong Peifeng could only stay here for the time being, thinking about Qi Zhi and Jing Rou's upcoming wedding.

"Then... how long do we have to stay here?" Murong Peifeng was annoyed. The outside world was in complete chaos, but he was just hiding here like a coward.

Teng Hui turned around. He knew what Murong Peifeng meant and slowly said, "After Qi Zhi and Jing Rou get married late, according to custom, they should return to Qi State. At that time, I will arrange troops to ambush them on the way. When something happens to Qi Zhi, Qi State will be in turmoil, and that will be a good time for us to make our move."

Upon hearing this, a hint of joy flashed in Murong Peifeng's eyes. The thought that Qi Zhi would die made him feel a little better.

"When Qi Zhi returns to Qi, he will be leading a large entourage. Under the watchful eyes of many, does Prime Minister Teng have a well-thought-out plan?"

"Your Highness, rest assured, I have made all the necessary preparations."

“Then…” Murong Peifeng hesitated for a moment, but ultimately said nothing.

Now, all he can do is wait.

……

On the other side, Yongfu Palace.

A few days ago, Jing Anle sent a young monk from Xuanyang Palace to inquire about Jiquan's background, but he didn't expect to get results so quickly.

Seeing Afang's joyful expression, Jing Anle smiled as well, "Don't keep it to yourself, just say what's on your mind."

Afang didn't mince words and quickly said, "It's quite a coincidence. The little monk's original master was a know-it-all who traveled all over the world in his youth and was very knowledgeable. The little monk has also learned a bit from him."

Jing Anle didn't speak, but gestured for Afang to continue.

"For the past few days, the young monk had been keeping a close eye on Ji Quan, but Ji Quan acted very calmly and showed no signs of anything amiss. So the young monk deliberately spilled hot lamp oil on Ji Quan's hand, and Ji Quan, burned, cried out 'Wipe!' in a panic."

"Huh?" Jing Anle asked, somewhat puzzled. "What dialect is this?"

Mu Ping, who was standing to the side, was also puzzled.

“Cao is a local expression in Lanzhou, meaning to complain or complain about something,” Afang explained.

As soon as she finished speaking, Afang seemed to remember something and said, "Oh right, Consort Lin is also from Lanzhou!"

"Lanzhou?" Jing Anle and Mu Ping exchanged a glance.

Consort Lin? Lanzhou? Suddenly, an idea exploded in Jing Anle's mind. She remembered the name Consort Lin murmured when she was seriously ill that night, and she also remembered Consort Lin's ambiguous and suggestive appearance in the plum grove that day. Could that man be Ji Quan?

Jing Anle quickly asked, "In what year did Consort Lin enter the palace? How old is she?"

Although Afang had doubts, she still answered truthfully: "Consort Lin has been in the palace for ten years, and she is only twenty-eight or twenty-nine years old this year, which is the prime of her life."

"Ten years ago, Mu Ping, have someone investigate whether Consort Lin had any suitors or betrothals in her hometown of Lanzhou ten years ago."

Upon hearing Jing Anle's instructions, Mu Ping immediately understood, "Does the princess suspect the relationship between Ji Quan and Consort Lin?"

These words startled Afang. Hadn't they previously expressed suspicion about Jiquan and Princess Yongping? How did they suddenly bring up Consort Lin? Afang quietly voiced her doubts.

"Or does the princess suspect that Jiquan has a relationship with both of them?" Mu Ping asked again.

Jing Anle flipped through the booklet in her hand, which recorded the relationships she had sorted out. She said softly, "There is a cause for every effect. At present, I am only guessing. As for the truth, Mu Ping, I am waiting for your news."

"Yes, princess."

"So what should we do next?"

Now that Qi Zhi and Jing Rou's marriage is settled, and Murong Peifeng is staying at home, how can they kill each other if they don't meet?

Jing Anle snorted coldly, "Now that Murong Peifeng has a strategist by his side, he's naturally being careful. So I'll fan the flames a little more and lend him a hand! Otherwise, how will the show unfold?"