Wen Ranran nodded, asked Jiang Tang to entertain Wen Yuwan well, and then carried her skirt into the study.
"Ms. sir!"
Xia Lishuang was drinking tea and Qianyu was reporting something.
"how's it going?"
Xia Lishuang played with the string of beads in her hand, and there was a rare touch of joy between her brows.
"Weng Huai has been found!"
Wen Ranran was overjoyed, "I guessed it right! Where is he?"
Qian Yu said, "My subordinates found Weng Huai at the border with Lan State. He was mixed with a group of refugees at that time."
Refugees?
This camouflage technique is pretty good!
Xia Lishuang pinched her eyebrows and said, "Take good care of this person and don't let any problems happen again."
"yes!"
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Dali Temple.
Wen Ranran looked at the dying Weng Huai in front of her with calm eyes.
Weng Huai was thin and disheveled. He looked no different from a refugee. He was tied to the torture rack and looked depressed.
For two days, two whole days, Weng Huai did not drink a drop of water and refused to say a word.
If Cheng Fenglou hadn't deliberately been tolerant, I'm afraid the other party would have only breathed out.
This is the third day.
Cheng Fenglou, as the minister of Dali Temple, also came to accompany Xia Lishuang and Wen Ranran to see the young man who was the youngest beauty explorer ten years ago.
Looking through the files on Weng Huai's promotion and transfer over the years, Cheng Fenglou sighed.
"Brother, you have an extraordinary resume and a wealth of knowledge. Why should you seek the skin of a tiger and make dangerous moves?"
With this sentence, Weng Huai, who had refused to cooperate with the confession for two days, raised his head slightly.
Of course he also knew that the young man in front of him broke his record three years ago and became the youngest champion!
Now he is the minister of Dali Temple, with an official rank of fourth rank.
"Haha... Mr. Cheng has a smooth career, so how can he understand the sadness of my ups and downs in the officialdom?"
Weng Huai's voice was hoarse and his breath was like a thread.
Cheng Fenglou was speechless for a moment.
Indeed, from the imperial examination to entering the officialdom, except for the unlucky thing about meeting Wen Yuwan, he did go smoothly.
"Master Cheng does look a bit like me back then... It's a pity..."
Weng Huai laughed to himself.
"It's a pity that just because I offended the Han family at that time, under Han Chun's advice, I was demoted to an eighth-grade official and suffered all kinds of suppression."
Xia Lishuang, who had been silent all this time, raised her eyebrows slightly when she heard this.
"You hate Han Chun, but General Feng treats you well, why do you want to harm him like this?"
Weng Huai also laughed bitterly after hearing this.
"I'm sorry for General Feng. If you want to kill or behead him, please do as you please."
Wen Ranran, who was sitting next to him, couldn't help but sneer with his lips curled up.
"General Feng treats you well, but you try to kill him because of your own selfish desires! It really insults the reputation of a scholar!"
Every word Wen Ranran said struck a chord in Weng Huai's heart.
"The prince wants to kill you and silence you, so you still have to sacrifice your life for him?"
Weng Huai was stunned and clenched his palms into fists, "The prince wants to kill me?"
"Isn't Mr. Weng deceiving himself? If not, why would Mr. Weng run away?"
Seeing the tangled look on Weng Huai's face, Xia Lishuang smiled leisurely.
"Otherwise, how could I, the king, follow the clues and find you, Mr. Weng!"
Weng Huai's figure suddenly became exhausted and his chains crackled.
When he opened his eyes again, they were filled with hatred.