usatvline Chapter 410 Judgment
Chapter 410 Judgment
Vietnam's military is a powerful force against small countries that declare war on them.
As long as the one who goes there is not an idiot who wants to be killed, any general can win.
Bei Jingchu sent half of his generals out, leaving the opportunity to make meritorious service to his own people.
While keeping peace at home and keeping an eye on the war ahead, Bei Jingchu cleans up the assassination.
Long smoke...
Although the hope was slim, she still made a wish that the weapon in the assassin's hand was not obtained from the two craftsmen who died midway.
However, Jiang Longshou came back at full speed and told her the bad news.
The dusty young man said, "I divided my troops into two groups and each went back to their hometowns. The other group found the remains and burned them after confirmation."
"And where I went, their family had not received the coffin to carry back. I asked along the way, but I didn't hear of any funeral procession."
The implication is self-evident.
Bei Jingchu's breath was held, and he ordered in a flat voice: "Pass the order, take Changyan to the Dali Temple."
As Haoyue's focus gradually shifted to intelligence matters, the female official serving Bei Jingchu was replaced by Xin'er who returned to Beijing.
No talent is needed, just extreme loyalty.
She looked up and glanced at Bei Jingchu worriedly, then lowered her head and went out to pass on the message.
The judgment has been drafted, but Bei Jingchu has not signed it yet, and it will be delayed for a day or two.
It won't last more than a few days.
Aye is still in a coma, and someone must be held responsible for leaking the news, and Changyan is the most likely suspect.
The long smoke clears and the bright moon appears thousands of miles away.
I should have known not to choose this name. It is not auspicious at all.
The blue mark was soaked on the verdict, and the word "appropriation" was about to take shape.
There was a report from outside that Princess Mo Qing wanted to see someone urgently.
Bei Huan came in hurriedly, her skirt and forehead still stained with water from the heavy summer rain, soaking the carpet in the palace.
The little girl rushed over as soon as she wiped her face.
"Cousin, Chang Tingyi asked me to pass on a message."
"Tell him that if you want to save Changyan, you should go incognito tomorrow and wait for him in the Rain Tower."
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It had been raining all night, and Bei Jing was still damp when she first entered the yard.
The air in Xindu is much more humid than in Anzhou, and it makes me feel sticky.
It was cool after the rain, and the maid was fanning her to bring a breeze, neither cold nor hot.
Bei Jingchu sighed, "Minister Chang is so generous."
"As expected of a young master from the first family, you have already booked the largest courtyard in Rain Tower just for the two of us to talk."
Although this was her property, the money she spent eventually went into Bei Jingchu's own pocket.
Those who really make money do so quietly.
Chang Tingyi complimented, "When entertaining His Highness, it naturally cannot be too simple."
"I'm already disliked by you, and if you hold me as your enemy, I'm done for."
Bei Jingchu consciously sat on the seat opposite him.
Chairs had long been used by the common people and the palace, but only these aristocratic families still clung to these old-generation instruments and insisted on sitting on their knees.
Bei Jingchu prefers to call it hard work.
However, today she was asking for help, so she didn't nitpick over the details.
The tea stove in front of him was bubbling with steam, obscuring the person in front of him.
In front of others, Chang Tingyi behaves like a typical young man from an aristocratic family. He does things slowly and methodically, and even his walking steps seem to have been measured.
Bei Jingchu never dared to agree with the rules of the aristocratic family. They always made herself unhappy over some trivial, insignificant and unnecessary things.