Let Me Explain, Fairy
Chapter 1032 - 643: Legitimate Son of the Prime Minister’s Mansion

Chapter 1032: Chapter 643: Legitimate Son of the Prime Minister’s Mansion

The empty drill ground was silent, only echoes lingered in the air.

Was Lu Bozou’s reasoning absurd?

Of course, it was absurd.

For the Zhenxi garrison soldiers to claim they could see traces of the Qilin Wolf—what kind of new Tatar Chao joke is this?

But the issue was that the joke itself didn’t matter; what mattered was Lu Bozou using it to launch his accusations.

When a force expands to a certain extent, it inevitably possesses its own moral justification—unseen, intangible, but undeniably existent.

Living within it, one might privately disdain it, but never dare to show even a shred of disrespect publicly.

If the Yan Dynasty’s moral basis was the Imperial Family’s supremacy, and the Prime Minister’s Mansion’s basis was opposition to the sects, then Zhenxi Prefecture’s foundation was the annihilation of Tatar Chao rebels.

This was the very essence of Zhenxi Prefecture’s existence, built upon the countless bones of the Zhenxi Army soldiers and their searing hatred.

Even though Jia Yi had already defected to their side, such matters could never be publicly acknowledged.

Standing atop the high platform, Li Junwu maintained a composed expression, while countless thoughts surged in her mind.

Why?

Why had the other side organized such a spectacle, and yet she hadn’t received any prior warning?

Why, just at the government office meeting earlier, had these generals been respectful to her, only for them all to change their stance in mere moments?

She had been completely sidelined...

No—it wasn’t just now; she had never managed to consolidate authority from the beginning.

These people had never regarded her seriously.

As Li Junwu delved deeper into thought and silence lingered longer, faint murmurs began spreading among the previously quiet ranks of the soldiers below.

"No way! The Commandery Princess might be reckless, but she wouldn’t secretly conspire with Tatar Chao."

"If Commander Lu says so, he must have evidence. What’s your hurry?"

"Ha... Isn’t the Commandery Princess just a pretty vase? A mere woman who frequents debauched places—why wouldn’t it be possible?"

"I think so too. I heard the Great Desert Goddess is as beautiful as a Heavenly Immortal. And the Commandery Princess has a penchant for such companionship—who knows if she might orchestrate such a thing?"

"The Marquis was a courageous figure all his life. To have such an unfilial daughter is truly unfortunate."

"..."

Someone was inciting unrest among the troops; this was undoubtedly a premeditated scheme to usurp power.

Li Junwu instinctively glanced toward the government office, seeking help from someone, but distant water would never quench immediate thirst.

What should she do?

What could she do!

Could Xu Yuan’s clothing shield against the full scrutiny of the City Defense Formation?

Moreover, the Qilin Wolf, after entering the city, had returned the clothing to Xu Yuan.

Even more importantly, even if Xu Yuan had considered this factor, the clothing was singular.

If given to the Qilin Wolf, Jia Yi’s cultivation technique aura unique to the Western Desert would inevitably be uncovered.

As time passed and silence persisted, the generals’ gazes toward Li Junwu gradually dimmed, and the murmurs among the soldiers below spread further.

And at this moment,

Li Junwu’s cold, low voice reverberated through the entire area:

"Opening the formation to search people—fine. But Lu Bozou, can you bear the guilt of falsely accusing this Commandery Princess of collusion with Tatar Chao?"

...

...

Within the depths of the military camp atop a tall tower, two figures quietly stood.

Overlooking everything unfolding in the drill ground, the middle-aged scholar surnamed Wen lightly brushed his folded fan, his voice laced with amusement:

"This response is truly dull. I honestly thought the person from the Prime Minister’s Mansion would make for an exhilarating opponent in this game of schemes. But now, it seems as if it’s already checkmate."

Standing beside the middle-aged man surnamed Wen was a figure shrouded entirely in a black robe. Judging by the voice, it was Mu Qing, who had just bid farewell to Sizi Jing:

"For the Qilin Wolf to be smuggled into the city, they clearly wouldn’t fear the formation search."

The scholar surnamed Wen glanced back, laughing softly: "Fearless or not, it matters little. Even if no result is found, Li Junwu can still be ruined."

"What do you mean?"

"I didn’t orchestrate Lu Bozou’s actions merely to usurp power."

The scholar surnamed Wen narrowed his eyes and grinned: "With such theatrics, even if the Commandery Princess were to prove her innocence now, once those esteemed individuals proceed with their plans, will the Qilin Wolf still dare to act when needed?"

"If it doesn’t act, the City Defense Formation alone won’t hold off the attack from those esteemed individuals, and she will perish."

"If it does act, it confirms her collusion with Tatar Chao. Even if she survives, her reputation within the Zhenxi Army will be utterly destroyed, her ability to block our overthrow of Zhenxi Prefecture gone."

At this point,

The scholar surnamed Wen lightly shook his head and sighed wistfully:

"The reckless deeds from her youth eventually became the blade to end her own Chapter. Her reputation is so poor, so irredeemable, that even accusations of collusion with Tatar Chao seem plausible. Heh..."

"..."

After listening closely to his explanation, Mu Qing remained silent and turned away.

The scholar surnamed Wen watched his figure leave, gesturing toward the drill ground with a smile: "The best part of the drama hasn’t concluded, and you’re already preparing to leave?"

Without turning back, Mu Qing replied flatly: "The Prime Minister’s Mansion’s latest arrangements have already been relayed to you. There’s no need to stay."

The scholar surnamed Wen observed him for a moment before speaking abruptly: "Mr. Mu, you seem rather agitated. Is it because of Sizi Jing, whom I mentioned earlier?"

"This has nothing to do with you."

"Of course it doesn’t."

The middle-aged scholar surnamed Wen, his slender, squinted eyes concealing his expression, closed his fan and spoke with a subdued laugh:

"However, I’d like to remind you of something."

"I need to place the final contingency at the City Gate Tower. I won’t be accompanying you."

Mu Qing had no intention of listening to his words. As soon as he finished speaking, his figure vanished from the high tower.

Watching him leave,

The scholar surnamed Wen murmured the rest of his sentence aloud:

"Since you’ve chosen to betray, avoid displaying that nauseating, wounded and vindictive appearance. Otherwise... your new master might become displeased, heh..."