Wen Zhemao's words made Si Zhi frown: "Although the people in Prince Su's Mansion are all our own people, there is no airtight wall in the world."

Wen Zhemao sneered disdainfully: "So what? At that time, all the Yan family were dead. When I ascended the throne, how many people would risk their family's future and lives for a group of people who had died long ago?"

With that said, Wen Zhemao raised his eyelashes again, squinted his eyes slightly, and looked at Si Zhan with a calm smile, "Or do you think I am really stupid enough to spare Yan Qing's life?"

"If the palace wall is not difficult to break through, we need to take advantage of the opportunity she and Lao San play to cooperate inside and outside, and let the army enter the palace while the palace door is wide open. Such an unfaithful woman should be cut into pieces!"

Wen Zhemao smiled sinisterly, and suddenly glanced at Si Zhan. Seeing his dull expression, he felt a little bored. Then he thought about what he had said before, and he couldn't help but ridiculed: "A woman like this is stupid and ignorant, and she can be manipulated by others."

Is he the future king of Wu'an? Si Zhan, your divination methods are not as good as before."

Si Zhan stared at Wen Zhemao and emphasized seriously: "It is difficult to know the full picture of divination. But since I entered the palace, I have made divination for His Highness on many matters, big and small. How many of them have your Highness seen that are inaccurate?"

"Accurate. Your divination is indeed more accurate than the previous ones, but since you predicted that I will be the emperor, why did you say a few days ago that I would lose this battle?!"

Wen Zhemao slammed his palm on the table, and looked at Si Zhan with his sinister eyes, "You said at the beginning that if you can take Yan Qing under your command, I will definitely become the emperor. I believe you. But this time I can't do anything.

After a defeat, how can I miss the throne again?! But that stupid woman will sit on the throne of my Wen family?!"

"What young general and peerless hero is just a plaything in my hands?"

Wen Zhemao stood up from the table, put his hands on the table to support his upper body, bent his eyes, and stared at Si Zhan from bottom to top, with a ferocious expression on his face, "What destiny, what divination, I only know that if this country cannot be owned by me,

, even if it is ruined, it will never be easier for Wen Zhehan! It is certainly not possible for a bitch like Yan Qing!"

Wen Zhemao's voice was hoarse, like a poisonous snake in the ditch spitting out a message, gloomy and cold: "Si Zhan, don't forget, if it weren't for me, you would have died long ago. What should be said, what should be done, and what should be done with loyalty.

What kind of person! You are the best, you know how to measure."

Si Zha looked at Wen Zhemao's cold brows, with a hint of impatience visible in them.

He saw murderous intention in those eyebrows.

Si Zhan lowered his eyes and bowed his head: "I don't dare to forget His Highness's life-saving grace."

Wen Zhemao stared at Si Zhan for a long time, then rolled his eyes, stood up and dusted his sleeves twice, turned his back and teased the caged bird, and said nonchalantly: "Go back and continue to stare at Yan Qing. There is no need to deliberately stop the third child.

When people come into contact with her, just make sure that she is within the controllable range. During this period, you should not go back to Prince Su's Mansion again. Although there is a secret channel, the old man will definitely become vigilant after knowing this. If you come and go frequently, you will be exposed.

Find out the secret passage, let the old man notice it, and ruin a big thing..."

As he spoke, Wen Zhemao paused and glanced at Si Zhan who had his head lowered. He touched the wooden stick in his hand with cinnabar on the table and put it in the cage, "You know the consequences."

"Someone took note of it."

Si Zhan responded, glanced at Wen Zhemao's back for a moment, closed his eyes with a gloomy look, and walked towards the secret passage he came from.

After opening the landscape painting covering the stone door of the secret passage, Si Zha paused again. Without turning around, he asked Wen Zhemao: "Does Your Highness regret saving someone back then?"

Wen Zhemao put down the wood stick that was used to amuse the birds, and spoke in a neutral tone, but his answer was inappropriate: "You have indeed shared a lot of worries for me over the years."

The stone door opened, and the corridor was pitch black.

Looking at the dark road ahead, Si Zhan asked again: "Is Mrs. Hou still alive now?"

Maybe he didn't expect Si Zhan to ask such a question. Wen Zhemao was stunned for a moment, raised his eyebrows, turned around and looked at Si Zhan who was looking back in the dark, and an interesting smile appeared on his lips: "Human life is despised, and the greatest reward can be obtained in exchange for it."

The disposal of interests is the embodiment of a person's greatest value. This is what you warned me when you first entered the palace, but now you are concerned about the life and death of others? "

Si Zha looked at Wen Zhemao in silence.

Wen Zhemao stood by the window. The light shone in through the window paper, with the shadow of the window frame reflected on the smaller half of his face. His eyebrows were soft and he had a gentle smile. But on the other half of his face that was exactly the same against the light, that smile

But it's so cold that it chills people to the very core.

"It's nothing, I'm just worried that if Yan Qing asks to see Mrs. Hou midway, but we can't hand over the person, it will end badly."

Si Zhi had a calm face and spoke lightly, but his eyes kept falling on Wen Zhemao's face.

"Is that the reason?"

Wen Zhemao seemed to have heard a joke, his face was slightly distorted when he smiled, but his eyes were as cold as a pool of cold water, "Si Zha, in your eyes, am I so stupid that you need to personally intervene in everything?"

"I don't dare. I just ask this question to avoid causing trouble."

Si Zhan turned a deaf ear to the murderous intent in Wen Zhemao's eyes.

"Oh, okay, then let Yan Qing meet her mother."

Wen Zhemao looked at Si Zhan coldly, "The time is set the day before the expedition. Let them have something in mind so that they can catch up with others on the way back."

After receiving the answer, Si Zhi narrowed his eyes and was about to leave, but was stopped by Wen Zhemao again.

"On the day of the siege, you go with Yan Qing."

Si Zhan paused, but before turning around, Wen Zhemao said again, "I want you to watch her die on the battlefield with your own eyes. If you can do it yourself, that is naturally the best."

Si Zhan's hand holding up the canvas tightened subconsciously, his teeth clenched and his lips pursed tightly.

He is just a quack magician who can divine and give advice, but he knows nothing about horseback riding and fighting, but he also knows the cruelty of war.

Let him go to the battlefield and he will undoubtedly die.

What's more, he was asked to take the life of a man who had practiced martial arts since childhood and survived a pile of dead people.

Si Zhan didn't look back, he just stood at the entrance of the secret passage for a moment, took a deep breath, straightened his back, and responded softly: "Okay."

The canvas fell and the stone door closed with a slight "click".

Wen Zhemao stared at the quiet landscape painting with cold eyes, curved the corners of his lips, and turned to look at the thrush flapping in the cage.

"Ziweixing? A woman is just a bird kept in a cage by others. Do you really think she can compete with men after a few soldiers and a few years of fighting?"

Wen Zhemao murmured in a low voice, looking at Huamei who was struggling more and more crazily in the cage, "Nine out of ten fortune-tellers are crazy. I thought this one would be different this time, but I didn't expect it. It is the most completely crazy."

After only half a cup of tea, the thrush, which was fluttering like crazy, lost all strength and lay exhausted at the bottom of the cage. From time to time, it raised its arms and fiddled with the bamboo strips of the birdcage in vain.

Finally, the thrush was completely silent, and only the bird cage was still shaking. Bird food and water poured out of the cage, making it a mess.

All this fell into Wen Zhemao's eyes, but made him curl his lips.
Chapter completed!