CHAPTER 693: CHAPTER 574: TO BE DEVOURED PIECE BY PIECE

Gongsun Yanming’s eyes flickered with reverence: "Years ago, when the Prince Chu Mansion was annihilated, the Black Armor Army and the Twelve Guards vanished without a trace overnight. Many speculations arose, but who would have thought the Black Armor Army actually went to the Eldest Princess’s fiefdom."

Lu Fengyin smiled and said, "My fiefdom is surrounded by mountains and waters, with prosperous livelihood. It was specially chosen by my father when he was alive, just slightly inferior to the Imperial City. Of course, the Black Armor Army would be willing to camp there."

Gongsun Yanming shifted: "According to my investigation, there are surviving heirs of the Shang Family still alive."

Lu Fengyin naturally knew the connection between the Shang and Chu Families; wasn’t it that the Shang Family’s legitimate daughter changed her name and became the adopted daughter of King Chu, later marrying the Chu Grand Marshal, becoming the wife of the Black Armor Army?

She replied indifferently, "The surviving heirs of the Shang Family are not the surviving heirs of the Chu Family; unless that deceased Grand Marshal comes back to life, otherwise, the Black Armor Army will surely become my Divine Army."

Gongsun Yanming clasped his hands, "The Eldest Princess speaks rightly."

Lu Fengyin said, "Let Liuying enter the palace to see me."

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In the courtyard of the Diligent Governance Hall, the Miao King, unable to break free from the fishing net, was helpless alongside Duke Jiang and the Imperial Guards, eventually having to carry him back to the Crown Prince Mansion.

He lay on the stretcher, looking at Meng Qianqian with a resentful expression: "Granddaughter-in-law, quickly release me."

"Oh."

Meng Qianqian unlocked the mechanism of the fishing net.

Such a disgrace.

Had he known, he wouldn’t have let his granddaughter-in-law make it so unbreakable and impossible to escape from.

The more the Miao King thought about it, the more indignant he became, taking the fishing net back to the courtyard to continue his research.

He couldn’t believe that he, the foremost expert in the world, wouldn’t be able to escape a fishing net!

Tan’er took Ban Xia to stroll through the streets and alleys of the Imperial City, accompanied by Yu Zichuan.

Lu Yuan sat alone in the study.

Even when it was time to eat, he didn’t come out, so Meng Qianqian went to find him.

His face was full of suffering and deliberation, pondering something unknown.

Meng Qianqian stepped inside, "What are you thinking about?"

Lu Yuan suspiciously asked, "Whose child is the little brat, really?"

Meng Qianqian said, "Chances are it’s yours; otherwise, why put it in front of your door?"

Lu Yuan sternly replied, "Don’t mimic my father’s way of speaking."

Meng Qianqian chuckled, "You’re the notorious Great Traitor of the Capital City, holding the Jinyi Guard, intercepting intelligence, assassinating political enemies. Every citizen of the Capital City fears you; none dare cross paths with the Governor Mansion. Yet someone risked their life to abandon a baby at your back door; it doesn’t seem coincidental."

"Boldly guessing, he knows your true identity and Zhaozhao’s. He gave Zhaozhao to you, intending for you to kill Zhaozhao, thus sowing discord with the Prince Qin Mansion, or hoping one day you’ll return to the Southwest with Zhaozhao. Which scenario do you prefer to believe?"

Lu Yuan snorted, "I don’t believe any scenario."

He pondered, "Who knows me so well? Step by step, it seems I am moving, but an unseen hand is actually pushing me forward."

Meng Qianqian’s mind inexplicably flashed a silhouette.

Soon, she shook her head.

Impossible.

To say that person has some relation to the Black Armor Army, she could believe; but how does he know the roots of Lu Yuan and the Southwest Imperial Family?

Moreover, ever since leaving the Great Zhou, she hasn’t seen him again.

"Thinking of which dog-man?"

Lu Yuan asked unpleasantly.

Is this guy the Gu Worm in her belly? How does he even know this?

Meng Qianqian calmly said, "Thinking of Wuyou. It’s been many days since Wuyou was taken by Mao Tu, with no sign or word. Even the Hunting Eagle hasn’t returned. I wonder how the two of them are doing?"

Lu Yuan snorted, "That kid won’t die."

Meng Qianqian blinked, "You seem to trust Wuyou quite a lot. Are you finding him quite capable?"

Lu Yuan chuckled, "A little wisdom, not qualified for the prestigious halls."

Meng Qianqian fawningly said, "Yes, yes, there are still many places to seek advice from the Grand Commander in the future. May the Grand Commander not begrudge his teachings."

Lu Yuan knew she was buttering him up again, coldly hummed.

Yet he was also curious, where is the Black Armor Army, which has been missing for years, truly concealed?

The moon was bright and stars sparse.

Inside a quiet tent, a head stealthily peeked out.

After scanning the surroundings and confirming the patrolling heavy soldiers had gone far, he crept out cautiously.

As he took a step, a playful voice came from behind, "Wuyou little brother, where are you headed in the middle of the night?"

It’s that woman again!

Shang Wuyou gritted his teeth secretly, turned around, and wrapped his large cloak tightly, saying, "Can’t sleep, just getting some air."

Lan Yeyue lightly tapped her toe, sitting atop Shang Wuyou’s tent, looking at him seductively, "The long night is lonely; want sister to accompany you? You seem of age, want to taste the bittersweet of life?"

As she spoke, with incredibly swift Qinggong, like a shadow, she swept up to Shang Wuyou.

Within arm’s reach of Shang Wuyou.

Her hand lifted Shang Wuyou’s exquisite chin, "Do you want it?"

Shang Wuyou quickly stepped back, "Don’t mess around!"

Lan Yeyue laughed till she bent over.

Knowing he wouldn’t be able to send a message tonight, Shang Wuyou said, "I’m heading back," and stormed into the tent.

He took out the Hunting Eagle hidden under his cloak and locked it into a large iron cage.

The Hunting Eagle looked gloomy.

Shang Wuyou sighed, "Bear with it for a while. If you go out and get caught by her again, she’ll really cook you."

This woman, self-proclaimed Mao Tu, is quite formidable, discovering the following Hunting Eagle on the first day.

He claimed it was his pet, putting up a significant effort just to keep the Hunting Eagle, with the price being it could only be caged.

Along the way, he had been blindfolded.

He sensed the place Mao Tu was led him might not be known to the outside world.

When the blindfold was removed, he found himself in a strange military camp.

Every soldier was clad in black armor, unlike any army he had been through, exuding a powerful aura, merely brushing past them brought a grand majestic pressure to him.

This isn’t a simple army.

He gradually realized, perhaps Meng Qianqian handing him over to Mao Tu wasn’t just to protect him.

Concerning this army, he had a bold speculation in his heart.

If his guess was right, why didn’t she tell him beforehand, didn’t she fear he wouldn’t guess?

Thinking it over, if he had known earlier, he would have found ways to leave signals or memorize the route during the journey.

This way, he’d surely be detected.

She calculated he could figure out her thoughts once reaching the camp.

He was amazed by her concealment while also pleased by her trust in his capabilities.

After all, if he were a fool, she certainly wouldn’t entrust such an important task to him.

Thinking this way, he decided to send the message out.

Unfortunately, each attempt was thwarted by Lan Yeyue.

"Isn’t this woman going to the Imperial City to watch the show? Why hasn’t she left?"