After the Cannon Fodder Awakened, She Married the Female Lead! [Quick Transmigration] 90p2

Chapter 90 p2

Jiang Ling and the Sixth Prince had an inseparable relationship. The Third Prince’s death was one hundred percent beneficial to the Sixth Prince, and if the Third Prince were to die here, the benefit to Jiang Ling would be two hundred percent.

Although Jiang Ling had not shown any flaws at present, under such a premise, it was hard not to suspect him.

“Stay at the Prince of Zhenbei’s mansion?” Li Mo was a little tempted. Although there was a risk if she stayed, it would definitely dispel a part of Wen Shi’s doubts, and she might even find an opportunity to kill him.

Wen Shi nodded and continued to send an invitation. “Brother Jiang Ling, didn’t you plan to transfer another hundred guards into the city to protect you? If you stay at the prince’s mansion, you won’t have to worry about safety. I, Wen Shi, dare to guarantee with my life that the assassin will absolutely not be able to enter the Prince of Zhenbei’s mansion!”

Li Mo judged the gains and losses, prepared to take a gamble, and directly took the initiative to propose, “I also happen to miss you very much, Brother Wen Shi. Why don’t we sleep together for the next two nights, until your uncle’s funeral?”

“Hmm? Sleep together?” Wen Shi was stunned when he heard this. Wasn’t their brotherly relationship just superficial? How could Jiang Ling dare to sleep with him? Wasn’t he worried that he would do something?

“Brother Wen Shi, do you still remember when we last slept together?” Li Mo suddenly asked, a hint of a test in her tone.

Wen Shi twisted his eyebrows. “Brother Jiang Ling, did you remember wrong? We don’t seem to have slept together when we were young. You had to go home every night.”

Li Mo patted her own head, a look of sudden realization on her face. “It seems so. I probably remembered wrong.”

“Although my bed is not big, it’s still big enough for two people to sleep in,” Wen Shi’s face did not show a single flaw. “If you are afraid, Brother Jiang Ling, it’s not impossible to sleep together.”

It was good that she had been close enough to her brother when she was young and had agreed to say goodnight to each other before they went to sleep. Otherwise, she might have exposed herself.

“Since I’m staying at the Prince of Zhenbei’s mansion, of course I’m not afraid of anything,” Li Mo said with a smile. Wen Shi’s reaction seemed quite normal. Could it be that she had overthought it?

Li Mo: “Brother Wen Shi, I have another presumptuous request. I wonder if you can agree, Brother Wen Shi.”

Wen Shi had a faint smile on his face. “Just say it directly, Brother Jiang Ling.”

“Don’t I still have more than a thousand guards resting outside the city? Instead of letting them wait outside, why don’t we let them into the city to help investigate the assassin?” Li Mo said. “There is strength in numbers. If we can find the assassin as soon as possible, we can also give the imperial court an explanation.”

Wen Shi’s brows twitched slightly. This was really a presumptuous request. The Third Prince’s official had only brought five hundred people into the city, and Jiang Ling was asking for all two thousand guards to enter the city. It was a wonder he dared to say it.

“I’ll be staying at the Prince of Zhenbei’s mansion for these two days, so as not to become the assassin’s target,” Li Mo added unhurriedly.

She was staying at the Prince of Zhenbei’s mansion herself. So what if all her accompanying guards entered the city? She wouldn’t be stupid enough to directly send people to occupy the Prince of Zhenbei’s mansion, right?

“Then thank you for your kindness, Brother Jiang Ling. I hope the assassin can be caught soon,” Wen Shi could not find a suitable reason to refuse and could only nod in agreement.

**

Before the funeral, the strategist led five hundred guards and began a large-scale search with the inn as the center. The remaining four thousand or so people could not enter, so they were arranged outside the city gate to carefully check everyone who left.

As for the two thousand people that Li Mo had brought over, besides a few personal guards who followed her, she left the rest to Xue Zhao to be in charge. She had him arrange for the guards to patrol the streets. Using the excuse of looking for the assassin, she began to map out the layout of the city.

For these two days, besides the necessary eating and resting, Wen Shi had been keeping vigil in front of the mourning hall, either kneeling and keeping vigil, or copying Buddhist scriptures on the side to pray for the Prince of Zhenbei.

Two days passed in a flash, and it was soon time for the Prince of Zhenbei’s funeral.

The strategist thought that he had already done enough on the surface, so an hour before the funeral, he had all the people withdraw and let them all obediently guard outside the city, lest he give Wen Shi a reason to act up.

Li Mo’s actions were even faster. She had started to arrange it the night before. When the old Prince of Zhenbei’s funeral was held, she even sent a big gift to Wen Shi.

Seeing the two thousand guards in black armor and with white cloths tied on their arms, Wen Shi’s emotions couldn’t help but start to lose control. He held back his tears and thanked Li Mo.

“We in the north and south are one. When my father asked me to bring so many people over, he had originally planned to escort the Prince of Zhenbei on his last journey,” Li Mo had also changed into a black soft armor today. Paired with her serious expression, she had changed from a noble young master to a young general with a sharp aura.

After saying that, Li Mo also took out a white cloth and tied it on her forehead in front of Wen Shi. “Brother Wen Shi, let me and you together, see your uncle off on this last journey.”

“Alright, alright!” Wen Shi said and couldn’t help but look up at the sky, pushing back the tears that were about to fall.

No matter if Jiang Ling was sincere or fake today, just for the fact that he could do this, he already owed him!

Just like that, Wen Shi, who was wearing mourning clothes, held the Prince of Zhenbei’s memorial tablet and walked at the very front. Li Mo, who was wearing a black soft armor, followed half a step behind, holding the helmet that the Prince of Zhenbei had worn before his death with both hands.

Wen Shi and Li Mo, one white and one black, walked on the street one after another. The atmosphere looked exceptionally harmonious. Anyone who saw it would want to exclaim that the two of them were indeed friends from a young age. Even if they were just walking together, they looked extremely compatible.

As they walked, the sound of crying and wailing became more and more. Especially the common people standing on both sides. Seeing the Prince of Zhenbei’s coffin slowly move away, they all cried so hard that they were out of breath.

Actually, this was also very easy to understand. This was the Prince of Zhenbei’s fief. The common people here had long since stopped recognizing the emperor and only recognized the Prince of Zhenbei. Besides, the Prince of Zhenbei had passed away to protect the border and their homes.

With the two added together, for the common people, the Prince of Zhenbei’s death might be even more painful than the passing of a relative.

The wariness in the strategist’s eyes grew deeper and deeper, but he did not dare to do anything now. He just let the already arranged honor guard follow behind, which was considered to have maintained the last bit of royal dignity.

At the same time, the messenger who had been galloping all the way finally arrived in the capital and told the emperor the news of the Third Prince’s assassination.

“What! The Third Prince was assassinated! Are the five thousand people who were brought with him all useless!” The emperor slammed the table and roared. Before he could finish his anger, he couldn’t help but start to cough.

“Father, your health is important. Don’t be angry. Quick, drink your medicine,” the Ninth Prince held the medicine bowl with both hands and said with a concerned expression.

The emperor turned his head and glanced at the Ninth Prince, and then looked at the messenger who was kneeling on the ground. “The assassin! Have you caught the assassin! Is there any movement from the Zhenbei army?”

“Your Majesty, we only found an object representing the Zhenbei army on His Highness’s bed. There are no other clues,” the messenger lowered his head and repeated what the strategist had told him before.

The emperor’s face grew worse and worse. He sat on the chair with a livid face and did not speak for a long time.

“Father, you should drink your medicine first. The temperature is just right now,” the Ninth Prince’s greatest reliance now was the emperor. He could only bite the bullet and speak, asking the emperor to put his health first.

The emperor let out a long sigh. After taking the medicine bowl, he waved his hand and let the Ninth Prince withdraw.

“Go and call the sixth one over. Don’t alarm too many people,” the emperor said and drank the medicinal soup in one gulp, a hint of helplessness flashing in his eyes.

The imperial court was now in a state of internal and external troubles. Not to mention the successive floods, there was also a rebel army in the west. Although the barbarians in the north had been blocked by the Zhenbei army, the two princes of a different surname, one in the north and one in the south, had always been a headache for the emperors of all dynasties.

Although the emperor was keen on pleasure, he was not a fool. He knew that the Third Prince’s death would involve a lot. If it was not handled well, it would bring a devastating disaster to the imperial court.

“This subject pays his respects to Father,” the Sixth Prince soon came in response to the summons and bowed in salute.

“Sixth one, your third brother has been assassinated,” the emperor said, his sharp gaze locked on the Sixth Prince’s face.

The Sixth Prince’s mouth was wide open, as if he couldn’t react. “Father? Are you joking? Didn’t third brother bring five thousand guards with him? How could he have been assassinated?”

The emperor twisted his eyebrows. The surprise on the sixth one’s face did not seem to be fake. “This matter should have a lot of fishy business. Are you willing to go on a trip for me, to investigate how third brother died, and whether it has anything to do with the Zhenbei army?”

“This…” The Sixth Prince hesitated for a moment, and then knelt on the ground. “This subject is willing to share my father’s worries.”

Hearing the Sixth Prince’s rather decisive decision, the emperor’s face looked a little better. “I will leave this matter to you to be fully responsible. After you have investigated third brother’s death, you can go south for a trip and see how little eight is doing.”

A hint of fanaticism flashed in the Sixth Prince’s eyes. His father was giving him a chance to perform. If he could handle this matter well, his prestige in the imperial court would be greatly improved.

“Yes, this subject will not fail my mission!” The Sixth Prince replied, suppressing his excitement, as if he could already see the throne beckoning to him.

**

After the Prince of Zhenbei was buried in peace, the strategist’s courage returned. He directly proposed to Wen Shi to go to the Zhenbei army’s military camp to investigate, and at the same time, he also proposed to let Li Mo also participate in the investigation.

“I believe Brother Wen Shi, and I also believe the Zhenbei army. I don’t think the assassin would be a person from the Zhenbei army,” of course, Li Mo did not plan to get involved and refused with righteousness.

“Let me remind you. To leave a token on the bed, this clue is a bit too obvious,” Li Mo frowned. “Is there a possibility that the assassin deliberately left the token to divert the trouble to Brother Wen Shi?”

“After all, the barbarians are still wandering near the border. If something happens to the Zhenbei army, it will be most beneficial to them,” Li Mo added.

“There is indeed this possibility. The barbarians had arranged for someone by my father’s side ten years ago. It’s not guaranteed that there are no other spies in the Zhenbei army that have not been found,” Wen Shi echoed. It was beneficial to him to clear his name.

The strategist did not speak anymore. It was clear that the reactions of the two were beyond his expectations, making him unable to help but start to suspect that the person Jiang Ling had married was not the Eighth Princess, but Wen Shi’s biological sister, Princess Anping.

“Your Highness, Heir Apparent, I just want to find the murderer as soon as possible. I hope you can be understanding,” the strategist’s tone softened a little. He dared to go against one person, but he did not dare to directly oppose two.

Li Mo and Wen Shi raised their eyebrows at the same time, their gazes towards the strategist very consistent, with contempt and disdain.

What are you? The Third Prince didn’t even dare to say such a thing when he was alive. You’re just a dog after he’s dead. Where did you get the face?