After the death escape, I became the white moonlight of the crazy tyrant

Chapter 205: If you want to kill someone, you must first make him crazy

"You little bastard, you didn't even leave a message."

Wen Hemian cursed softly, but he couldn't bear to say anything with bad intentions. There was just a hint of anger in his tone, and he was thinking about how he would teach him a lesson when he came back.

The battlefield is not like the court. As a king, he should not take risks on such things. All she could think of was that he had made plans in advance.

Are you really sure that she will come back?

This question has no answer yet.

Although Prince Jia is ambitious, he is extremely self-centered. He has many aides under him, and those who please him the most are those who flatter and curry favor with him. This leads to him being overly cautious and not vigilant enough. Although he knows that what is most needed at this time is patience, he still cannot hold back and comes to him.

Since his men didn't find Xie Lang, they naturally didn't dare to act rashly. However, he was a nosy person and insisted on targeting Wen Hemian in an attempt to reverse the situation.

If you want to destroy someone, you must first make him crazy. So let Prince Jia be arrogant for a while.

Changzhu stood beside Wen Hemian and listened. He was a rough man, and although he didn't like these twists and turns, he could understand some of it.

"I'm afraid that Prince Jia will be desperate."

"I don't think I can wait."

Wen Hemian shook his head, his expression suddenly becoming more serious: "If His Majesty hasn't returned by then, I should consider whether to change the plan."

Everything she did now was based on the assumption that Xie Lang was fine, but this was the most ideal situation. If something unexpected happened, she must respond in time.

Of course, no one wants to see the worst outcome.

A large part of Xie Yong's arrogant illusions was indeed caused by Wen Hemian's attitude. Since arriving at the camp, except for her initial gaffe, she had behaved too normally. She did not show any worry about the emperor's disappearance, but was directing the entire situation calmly and unhurriedly.

Chang Zhu didn't understand, so he asked softly, "Miss, aren't you worried about His Majesty?"

Those rumors in the capital were no secret, especially for those of them who served as secret guards, who were only called back to Wen Hemian later.

As for what exactly happened in the palace, no one knows.

"I'm worried." Wen Hemian admitted frankly. She clenched the pen in her hand, thought about it, and put it down. "But I can't let others see it, especially Prince Jia."

Changzhu sighed silently.

The weather was getting colder, but there was no snow in the afternoon. Wen Hemian followed Zhou Ting to go outside for a patrol. The camp was very large, and everyone had not relaxed for a long time, so they all had some fatigue on their faces.

Just yesterday, the barbarians launched another large-scale attack. This time, with the muskets brought by Wen Hemian's elite soldiers, the scene was almost an overwhelming victory. They were driven back to the edge of the line. However, even so, there were still many wounded soldiers in the camp.

Wen Hemian couldn't just sit back and watch, so before the war started, he discussed with Liu Qiongyue and sent a lot of medicinal herbs here, which were now being used.

Although the wounded camp was filled with the smell of blood, the situation was much better than before. She secretly heard people say that His Majesty was merciful, and she felt a mixture of emotions in her heart.

Unfortunately, peace is often achieved through war.

If the situation allowed, Wen Hemian really wanted to go out and see the place where Xie Lang disappeared in person. It was not safe there now.

Man-made disasters are easy to deal with, but natural disasters are unavoidable.

Wen Hemian would never gamble with his own life.

Perhaps Zhou Ting saw through her thoughts, and tacitly did not mention the matter, for fear of making her sad.

As they were talking, one of his men came hurriedly, walked up to Wen Hemian, and suddenly took out a jade pendant.

"Master Wen, this is something we found in the snow, something that belonged to His Majesty!"

The jade pendant was a light blue in color and had an exquisite tassel hanging on it. Wen Hemian thought it looked familiar. Zhou Ting had already spoken.

"Your Majesty seems to like this jade pendant very much. He will take it out in his spare time and look at it in his hands..." He looked up in astonishment, "Could it be..."

Fearing that there might be ears on the other side of the wall and that the people under Prince Jia's command might have heard him, he did not say the rest.

Wen Hemian was distracted for a moment: "It's my birthday gift to His Majesty."

It was a long time ago, and she didn't expect that Xie Lang would bring this thing to the battlefield.

She took the jade pendant from the man's hand. It was cool and had a warm color. It was vaguely obvious that it was well preserved and did not look like it had been dropped in a hurry.

A guess flashed through her mind, and she couldn't help but feel happy, but she suppressed it silently. She calmed herself down and continued, "Leave a few people to continue searching, and the rest will retreat first."

If his guess was correct, Xie Lang must know that she was in the military camp, so he sent the message silently through the jade pendant. What he had to wait for next was his action.

Zhou Ting gave the man a look, indicating that he should step back first.

"What are your plans next, Lord Wen?"

Wen Hemian tightly grasped the jade pendant and uttered only one word: "Wait."

Zhou Ting had a meaningful expression on his face.

Ever since he failed to talk to Wen Hemian that day, Xie Yong changed his attitude.

Originally, he wanted to bring her into his own camp, which would naturally make everyone happy. However, Wen Hemian's unyielding attitude angered him, which made him even more angry.

Since she is so determined to covet the little emperor and refuse his toast, she should just snatch him away.

What the little emperor can do, why can't he do it?

After staying in the military camp for more than ten days, Wen Hemian's men were on high alert and even kept a close eye on them when they went to the toilet. Not to mention getting access to confidential information, they didn't even see their shadows.

Xie Yong made up his mind and simply asked his men to find some people to cause trouble and pass the news on during the chaos.

The subordinate hesitated: "Your Majesty, is it really okay for us to do this?"

Xie Yong said disdainfully: "What's the problem? Look at the loyal dogs under the little emperor. They have been searching for him day and night for a long time. Do they have any news? When an avalanche comes, even the king of heaven will have to retreat, not to mention that he is a mortal. If nothing happened, he would have returned long ago. Why is he hiding outside?"

He said it with such certainty that his subordinate gritted his teeth and finally made up his mind: "I will go right away."

They didn't notice at all that their actions had been seen by others.

Wen Hemian had many capable people under his command, and the one sent to monitor had better hearing than ordinary people, and he clearly relayed everything they said.

"I really can't wait."

Wen Hemian tapped the table from time to time and smiled slowly: "If he lets someone find the barbarians, it will really suit my wishes."

"Zhou Ting, Qi Liangsheng."

She suddenly called out their names in a very solemn manner, and they all stepped forward and saluted with their fists clasped.

Wen Hemian closed his eyes lazily: "It is estimated that we will face their final wave of attacks soon. Be prepared to cooperate with His Majesty from both inside and outside."

They both said, “Yes!”