allonlinenovel Chapter 159: A series of tricks
Chapter 159: A series of tricks
Chapter 159: A series of tricks
Wen Yuan's brow furrowed deeply, his eyes as cold and sharp as a blade. He tapped the hilt of his sword gently, his voice low and firm: "Since that's the case, we must strike first and not let them seize the initiative." These words, like a sharp blade, sliced through the tense atmosphere, revealing an indisputable resolve.
Gu Yichen stood aside, his expression grim, his gaze fixed on the darkness outside, as if countless unknown dangers lurked there. He said coldly, "The ambush arranged by the Third Prince will not let us escape easily. But no matter what, we cannot sit still and wait for death."
Upon hearing this, Xinying's relaxed demeanor gradually darkened. She had always been optimistic, but the situation at this moment was clearly unusual and she couldn't afford to be complacent. She gently stroked the jade flute in her hand, thinking to herself, "I shouldn't have made him worry." She whispered, "Ayuan, should we find a chance to evacuate, or confront them head-on?"
Wen Yuan pondered for a moment, then looked around at the crowd, his gaze sharp as a sword. "Retreat is not the best option. The enemy has clearly laid a tight net around us. If we act rashly, we will only be surrounded. For now, we must take advantage of the current situation, gradually defeat the enemy, and stabilize the situation."
Before he could finish his words, there was a sudden, rapid knock on the door, like a violent storm. The tense atmosphere was instantly ripped even tighter, and everyone looked towards the door. Mo Yan's face darkened, and he unsheathed his sword with a swish. His voice was deep and powerful, like thunder: "Who is it?" He raised his head slightly, and seemed to hear the tense atmosphere in the air.
A deep, familiar voice rang out from outside the door: "Master, it's me, Tan Ming." Wen Yuan's expression softened slightly, and he nodded to everyone to let down their guard. Mo Yan then slowly pushed open the door, only to see Tan Ming rush in with a panicked expression, followed closely by several of his men, all sweating profusely, clearly having come at lightning speed.
Tan Ming's anxious footsteps pounded like war drums outside the door, accompanied by his rapid breathing. The moment he pushed the door open, the atmosphere inside froze. His face was covered in sweat, his clothes already soaked. Between breaths, he reported anxiously, "Master, the Third Prince's minions have taken advantage of the chaos surrounding your assassination attempt and have begun operating in and around the city. Their deployment may seem disorganized, but it's actually a well-planned operation. I'm afraid it won't be long before they launch an all-out, devastating attack on us."
He wiped the sweat from his forehead, his tone growing increasingly anxious, like an ant on a hot pan. "The riots in Nanyang Prefecture are like a raging flood and a beast, and they cannot be ignored. The Third Prince has been planning this, attempting to use the internal turmoil in Nanyang Prefecture as cover. The gangsters in the southwest of the city are gathering like locusts ten miles away, their numbers increasing by the day, and they may attack the city at any time like hungry wolves. They are planning to catch us off guard. If the situation gets out of control, they will seize the opportunity to stir up trouble, accuse you and the prince of poor defense, and destabilize the court."
Wen Yuan's eyes suddenly grew sharper, like a dagger. He seemed enveloped in an invisible murderous intent, and the atmosphere instantly grew heavy and oppressive. His voice, deep as a bell, said, "It seems we have no way out. Time is running out, and the enemy is closing in like a hungry tiger."
Everyone in the room felt an invisible pressure like a mountain crushing an egg. Gu Yichen remained silent for a moment, his eyes as sharp as a hawk. He took a deep breath and responded calmly, "The situation is far more serious than we anticipated. Their goal isn't simply to defeat us; they're attempting to uproot our very foundations through the Nanyang Prefecture riot. If we don't stop them in time, this disaster will spread like wildfire throughout the south, cities falling and the court in turmoil." He looked at Wen Yuan with a firm gaze, his voice brimming with rock-hard strength. "We can't sit idly by and wait for death. We must act decisively and swiftly, tackling the rogue forces gathering outside the city like a gust of wind sweeping away fallen leaves, and stabilizing the situation. At the same time, we must keep a close eye on the Third Prince's collusion with those within Nanyang Prefecture. Once we have solid evidence, we can crush them in court like an autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves."
Gu Yichen's lips curled up slightly, a faint smile like the twinkling stars in the night sky, mysterious and captivating. "Since they've already laid a tight net, we must strike unexpectedly and disrupt their rhythm. Lord Wen, quickly dispatch Commander Nie of the city defense forces to reinforce the city's defenses like an iron wall. At the same time, secretly inform the Prince of Zhennan to send more troops to prevent the demonic Third Prince from taking advantage of the situation and stirring up trouble. That way, even if the Third Prince attempts a rebellion, he'll be suppressed like a trapped beast."
A hint of cunning and excitement flashed in Lu Linger's eyes. She smiled slightly and nodded like a blooming spring flower. "That's right. We can take advantage of the reopening of Wantong Bank to accept deposits again to completely cut off the Third Prince's idea of Xinglong Bank making a comeback. We can use the name of the bank to delay the Third Prince's troops in the city, and while they are tied up, quickly resolve the economic chaos and riots in Nanyang Prefecture." Her eyes were like torches, and she said to Wen Yuan firmly: "The riot situation is best solved by stabilizing food prices. Taoyuan Villa is my family's property. The output is enough to supply the entire Nanyang Prefecture. It is not far from Nanyang Prefecture, just ten miles south of the city suburbs. It has its own guard team responsible for transporting food. As long as Wen Yuan directed the city defense forces to focus on the route to the southern city gate. The problem would be as insignificant as a speck of dust. As long as food prices remain stable and the supply is plentiful, riots will be as difficult to ignite as a doused flame. The people desire a stable life, so winning their hearts is paramount. Her gaze was firm and clear as day as she continued, "Once things stabilize, we will bring the collusion crimes of the Third Prince, Minister Chen, Prefect Wen, and the Nanyang Prefecture to the court, and they will be as irretrievable as fallen leaves. I believe this time will be enough to keep them in prison for a period as long as the years flow by."
A flash of light, as cold as frost, flashed across Wen Yuan's eyes, like a meteor streaking across the night sky, chilling and unsettling. He nodded in appreciation and said gravely, "Good, a plan within a plan. This way, not only will the Third Prince lose his footing in the Southern Territory under the jurisdiction of the Prince of Zhennan, but he will also be like a rootless duckweed in the court, without a foothold in the turbulent political currents." He turned to look out the window and took a deep breath, as if he could smell the danger permeating the night sky, like rolling dark clouds, gradually approaching.
Outside, the wind howled like a roar from hell, bringing with it a chilling sense of unease. At that moment, movement in the distance grew more pronounced, as if the enemy, like a hungry wolf, were closing in, claws and fangs bared, ready to crush everything in its path. A tense, urgency hung in the air, and everyone looked at each other, knowing in their hearts that the battle had begun, and they could only face the coming storm together.