Rebirth: The Journey of an Heiress
Chapter 551 - 548: Character_1

Chapter 551: Chapter 548: Character_1

Dong Qingyue looked at Bai Qingyan. "To keep the people of Yan and Rong in Dengzhou, I dare not! We cannot underestimate the Yan and Rong people... Especially Yan. In recent years, they have strengthened in secret, and many capable individuals have emerged, even daring to hold the heir hostage in Jin. They are not to be underestimated."

Dong Qingyue saw it clearly. Yan was no longer the Yan of yesterday. Now, although Yan did not show its full strength, it overcame all difficulties whenever the nation was in trouble. If one said it was only because of Yan’s luck, Dong Qingyue would not believe it.

"Clear out an inn and ask the Rong people to leave the city and return. Let the Yan people stay there. During Princess Mingcheng’s treatment for her injuries, they must be accompanied by the Dengzhou Army and are not allowed to move freely. This can be one of the conditions for temporarily allowing Princess Mingcheng to stay for treatment. Tell them that if they agree to the conditions, you will submit a petition to the Emperor. If they do not agree, the Yan and Rong people must immediately take Princess Mingcheng out of the city! If the Yan and Rong people truly want to save Princess Mingcheng, they will surely agree! If they do not, we can explain it to the Emperor clearly." Bai Qingyan said.

"Yes! If they do not agree to our conditions, it means they have ulterior motives towards Jin. It will be justified if Father does not keep Princess Mingcheng!" Dong Changlan’s eyes were deep. "Father, now that the Emperor is muddle-headed... To avoid implicating ourselves, this is the only way!"

Those who could sit in the study were all absolutely trustworthy people. The words ’the Emperor is muddle-headed’ were not the first time they had been said in the study.

The two advisors also nodded in agreement, as the situation was urgent. They could not find a more suitable method than Bai Qingyan’s suggestion at the moment.

After all, using a delay tactic, if Princess Mingcheng died in Dengzhou at this critical juncture, the Emperor would inevitably blame Dong Qingyue.

Dong Qingyue, after a brief thought, made a decision.

Subsequently, the Rong people left the city. The soldiers brought by General Yan Pei of Yan laid down their arms and swords and entered the inn arranged by Dong Changlan, their actions monitored by the Dengzhou Army.

Dong Qingyue saw the people of Yan agree to this without batting an eye. He felt astonished, never expecting... that Yan would truly be so willing to sacrifice for a princess married for an alliance.

Seeing Yan so cooperative, Dong Qingyue also sent people to gather doctors from the entire city and famous doctors from neighboring counties to try to save Princess Mingcheng.

Xiao Rongyan, upon receiving the news, breathed a sigh of relief, feeling grateful towards Bai Qingyan in his heart.

Meanwhile, Lu Ping and his men also smoothly entered the heartland of Nanrong.

The Nanrong Imperial City was established in the former palace of the King of Rong. Around the palace, there were uniform tents of Nanrong generals, with the tents of ordinary Nanrong people on the outermost edge.

Lu Ping and his group, dressed in Rong attire and inspired by Xiao Rongyan, disguised themselves as a merchant caravan carrying goods to trade with the Nanrong people for furs. They were briefly questioned by the Rong people, who, upon hearing that Lu Ping was bringing grain to trade for furs, allowed them to pass.

Among the people Lu Ping brought, there were some who spoke the Rong language. While trading grain, they learned that the tent of the Nanrong Ghost-faced General was the largest one closest to the palace. Despite the soldiers patrolling the area, they could not get close to the General’s tent. Even near the tents of ordinary Nanrong generals, there were heavy guards.

During the daytime, the noisy sound of bone whistles might not reach. Lu Ping exchanged grain with the local people for a place to stay near the Nanrong generals’ tents, waiting for nightfall to send messages with the bone whistle and explore whether the Nanrong Ghost-faced General was indeed their young master.

As night gradually fell, the Nanrong people returned to their tents as soon as the sun set and did not come out again, unlike the Rong people Lu Ping had seen before.

At that time... even after nightfall, the Rong people would light bonfires on the grasslands, dancing, drinking, and eating around the fire. Men and women would gather around the bonfire, inviting those they fancied to dance. If they took a liking to someone, they might become a couple that very night, their behavior being quite bold.

The Nanrong people who rented the yurt to Lu Ping said that the night curfew was a new decree by the King of Nanrong, allowing the people to rest early and gather energy for the next day’s preparation for collecting winter supplies.

Lu Ping was quite surprised, never expecting the Rong to know how to prepare. Before... the Rong lived for the moment, drinking today when there was wine, and when there was none, they would ride to the borders of Jin or Daliang to plunder. When did they learn to plan ahead?

With the night curfew, they were not allowed to leave the tent. Lu Ping sat inside, watching the flaming brazier burning water, lowering his eyes in deep thought. After a while, he said, "You stay inside the tent. I will sneak out for a while and be back soon."

The six of them nodded, "Be careful, Sir!"

Lu Ping carefully emerged from the tent, avoiding the patrolling Rong soldiers. He hid behind a tent and looked at the heavily guarded tent of the Ghost-faced General.

As he was taking out the bone whistle from his neck, he saw the patrolling Nanrong soldiers with knives approaching with torches. He quickly crouched, circling the tent until the wavering torchlight of the patrolling soldiers moved away. Then he took out the bone whistle and blew it.

The Ghost-faced General was sitting in front of a table. Without his mask, he sat kneeling with his clothes on, holding a brush, half of his face scarred by fire trailing down to his neck.

The flickering candlelight outlined the intact features on the other side of the Ghost-faced General’s face, with deep-set eyes, long lashes, a high nose, and thin lips, indicating that this Ghost-faced General had once been an exceptionally handsome man.

As the Ghost-faced General was drawing a map on parchment, he suddenly raised his head at the sound of the bone whistle.

"Bai family guard, requesting to see the Young Master."

The Ghost-faced General’s limping attendant almost spilled the tea he was serving at the sound of the bone whistle. He steadied himself with difficulty, his eyes wide, kneeling beside the Ghost-faced General, saying, "General..."

The Ghost-faced General thought of that hurried meeting with his elder sister at the Jin border, his eyes instantly becoming damp and red.

Even if he had become this ghostly figure, his elder sister would still recognize him!

That was his elder sister. How could she not recognize him?

That was why she sent someone here.

His hand holding the brush trembled slightly, his reddened, resolute eyes looking toward the tent’s entrance. However, this ghostly appearance of his... How could he dare to let his elder sister know? If she knew... How heartbroken would she be!

When she received news of his death, both his elder sister and mother must have been heartbroken once. If they knew what he looked like now...

Bai Qingyu’s trembling hand gently touched his scarred half-face, his eyes burning.

"Young Master!" Bai Qingyu’s limping attendant looked at him nervously. "Shall I go outside..."

"No!" Bai Qingyu interrupted the attendant, focusing on drawing the map, his harsh voice rasping, "No need! Tomorrow morning, send someone to investigate if there are any outsiders. If there are, capture them all, saying that I heard a whistle at night and want to interrogate the outsiders."

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