After leaving the Prime Minister’s Mansion, Wen Xueling headed for the residence of her scumbag father’s rival—the Zhenguo Jiangjun Fu.
To seek revenge, both power and wealth were indispensable. Relying on her memories from her past life, she could leverage some power. And the Zhenguo Jiangjun Fu was the “east wind” she intended to borrow!
Standing in the shadows, Wen Xueling observed the estate as she recalled her previous life.
In that life, a fierce blizzard had ravaged the land, leaving countless frozen corpses across the Northern Frontier. Liang Shaojiangjun had distributed all the army’s provisions and personally rescued the nearby villages.
Wen Xueling could never forget his name—Liang Nianyu. He was the only son of General Liang Jue.
When the enemy launched a surprise attack, he returned to the battlefield. However, due to a lack of food and reinforcements, he ultimately died in battle. In this life, there were less than three months left before his death.
As long as the supplies and reinforcements kept up, he would surely be able to turn defeat into victory. She still wanted to save the benefactor who had once been dedicated to the people. More importantly, she now needed the influence of the Zhenguo Jiangjun Fu to gain connections and establish a foothold in Jingcheng.
The memories of her past life were the sharpest weapon in her hand.
It wasn’t actually difficult to make Liang Jue believe her. A quick investigation would reveal her relationship with the Prime Minister’s Mansion, and Liang Jue had always been at odds with her scumbag father.
For three consecutive nights, the Zhenguo Jiangjun Fu received secret intelligence. At first, Liang Jue did not believe it, until the predictions in the letters came true, down to the very minute.
A guard hurriedly delivered tonight’s secret letter. Liang Jue opened the envelope.
[In half a month, a blizzard arrives. In two months, Beiman will launch a surprise attack, and Liang Nianyu will die in battle.]
He frowned. “Was it delivered by that little beggar again?”
“No, it was a woman. She has been settled in the backyard.”
Wen Xueling knew that if she had directly sent tonight’s prophetic letter three days ago, Liang Jue certainly would not have reacted. But by sending several letters and waiting until all the contents were proven true, he would have no choice but to believe.
Hearing the movement behind her, she turned to look at the upright figure walking toward her through the night. She knew in her heart: Liang Jue already believed her words.
After a long silence in the study, Liang Jue looked at the young girl who had removed her veil. A flash of astonishment crossed his scrutinizing eyes; this girl actually looked so similar to that person!
She looked up slightly, catching the emotion in his eyes and noting it down mentally before introducing herself.
Liang Jue asked curiously, “You are clearly Wen Jingshu’s daughter, yet you want to cooperate with me?”
He remembered that the letters she sent contained many secrets of the Prime Minister’s Mansion. He had originally thought it was an enemy of Wen Jingshu, but he hadn’t expected it to be that daughter from the countryside.
Wen Xueling countered, “Why not? The enemy of my enemy is my friend.”
In her past life, the entire household of the Zhenguo Jiangjun Fu had sacrificed themselves for the country, leaving no one alive. Even while she was in Nu City, she had heard of this. He was a virtuous general who served the country and its people; there was no doubt about that.
Liang Jue saw the determination in her eyes and her resilient spirit, which carried the aura of a descendant of a military family. Her straightforward personality was quite likable.
He laughed heartily. “Fine, I agree to cooperate with you.”
As soon as he finished speaking, Wen Xueling handed over a thick booklet, her gaze calm and without hesitation.
Liang Jue, after seeing the contents: “?”
Everything recorded in this booklet was closely related to the Prime Minister’s Mansion, including many opportunities for her scumbag father to gain the Emperor’s favor in her past life.
Wen Xueling said, “The heartless should be… executed.”
If she had come to his door without cause, Liang Jue naturally wouldn’t have trusted her. On the contrary, this hatred was conducive to their cooperation.
“In ten days, the blizzard night will arrive.”
Even traveling by horse at full speed along the official roads from Jingcheng, it would still take seven or eight days to reach the Northern Frontier without rest. Not to mention the matter of gathering food and reinforcements, which still required reporting to the throne; it was unknown whether they could obtain the Emperor’s permission.
Liang Jue’s face darkened, and he said solemnly, “How do you know these things?”
“In Rongguo, those with the ability of ‘Tianzhi’ are not limited to the Guoshi alone.”
The Guoshi of Rongguo was a figure like a transcendent immortal. He possessed the ability to predict the future and was regarded by the world as a god descended to earth.
Liang Jue was dazed for a moment. Her confident eyes looked more and more like that person’s, but then he felt it was impossible; she had already died on the battlefield over ten years ago, so how could she have left an offspring?
Forget it, what was there to fear in believing her?
The two officially reached a cooperation.
After she left, the bookshelf behind Liang Jue moved to the sides, and a man dressed in a Yuehua Jinpao walked out. The jade pendant on his waist, symbolizing his status, swayed gently.
Liang Jue looked at the man’s exquisitely beautiful face and smiled. “This girl is extraordinary. You’d better be careful.”
Those indifferent and cold eyes glanced in the direction Wen Xueling had left. “I only fear her ability might not be enough to support her ambition.”
Under the moonlight, Wen Xueling’s silhouette looked resilient.
Wen Xueling also requested a team of Shadow Guards from Liang Jue and found the illicit gains her scumbag father had hidden in a suburban manor in her past life. This money was of suspicious origin, so even if they discovered it was gone, they wouldn’t dare to investigate openly.
How should she lead them into the trap step by step? Show weakness first, then deliver a fatal blow?
Three days had passed since her fourth brother said he would come to pick them up “tomorrow morning.”
Today, at the first light of dawn, Wen Jinli finally arrived! He even brought famous pastries from Jingcheng.
Yaoji Taohuasu.
“Mother, Ling’er, try some. This Taohuasu is a specialty of Jingcheng.”
“I just went to the shop to buy these for you personally.”
Wen Xueling’s fingertips brushed over the oil paper surrounding the pastries, and her eyes darkened.
They were cold.