Reborn as Powerful Minister's Beloved
Chapter 311 - 310 Second Update

Chapter 311: Chapter 310 Second Update

"Your Highness, please calm down; this is the new tea Xue Liu brought over yesterday. Your Highness, please have a taste—it’s a special reserve that the Commandery Princess set aside just for you," Cang Er scurried in, placing the tea in front of Zheng Haoyuan,

Lu Hu sighed in relief; sure enough, Zheng Haoyuan did not pursue the matter any further and personally bent down to hold the cup of tea, which indeed seemed exquisite. The fragrance wafted toward him even before it reached his nose.

"It really is a fine thing—" Zheng Haoyuan said to Cang Er.

Lu Hu bowed his head, saying nothing; even if the Commandery Princess sent a simple leaf, you’d have called it fine.

"Someone has arrived—" a guard came in to report from outside the door. Upon hearing this, Zheng Haoyuan immediately perked up, having just been worrying about what to gift in return to his cousin.

Wen Ling entered the side courtyard of the Wen Family, which originally belonged to Wen Zan. Because the Fourth Prince was raising The Savage here, the place had become Fourth Prince’s territory. They had been on rotation duty here for a few days and had personally heard the low growls of The Savage.

"This subordinate pays respect to the Fourth Prince." Wen Ling immediately knelt down and respectfully performed a salute. He had not seen the Fourth Prince before, but Wen Ling was not nervous; for him, going from the Second Prince to the Fourth Prince was merely a change of master. The benefits and losses were concerns for those above—inconsequential to them.

Zheng Haoyuan was quite serious about getting a good look at the person before him, wondering what sort of brazen courage one must possess to dare lay hands on his cousin.

"Lift your head, let me have a look—" Zheng Haoyuan spoke slowly, while Lu Hu gave a cold glance at the person on the ground, uncaring of who they were. Today’s exit was irrevocably sealed; whether the Loyal Warriors of Wen Family would be implicated next depended on how slickly he could sever their connection.

At those words, Wen Ling felt a glimmer of hope; he considered himself well-favored in looks, even somewhat resembling Wen Zan, and maybe upon seeing his face, the Fourth Prince could be reminded that he was a person of the Wen Family.

As expected.

"You’re a member of the Wen Family?" Zheng Haoyuan raised an eyebrow.

Wen Ling immediately began bowing his head frantically and spoke quickly.

"Fourth Prince is insightful; this subordinate is the grandson of the thirteenth generation Wen Gongming of the Wen Family." Wen Ling’s heart soared, thinking that indeed, as Lord Ling had said, the Prince intended to recruit people into the palace.

Zheng Haoyuan snorted; a person of the Wen Family made things even more complicated. Would his cousin think it was his doing? Death would be too light a punishment.

"Indeed, you bear a handsome visage—" Zheng Haoyuan commented coldly; he had initial thoughts of peeling off this man’s face to offer to his cousin, but now, he feared that his cousin might associate the face with the Wen Family, and it would be completely counterproductive.

Wen Ling was stunned, unsure of how to reply when Zheng Haoyuan spoke again.

"Tell me, what do you normally do?" Zheng Haoyuan wasn’t in a hurry; after all, the man was in his grasp. He intended to thoroughly inquire about the man’s actions before figuring out a way to appease his cousin.

Wen Ling hesitated, firmly believing in what Lord Ling had suggested but found the question difficult to answer. Saying too much might make him appear self-aggrandizing, while saying too little might convince the Prince of his incompetence.

"Fourth Prince, I’m usually in charge of patrol over an area in the east of the city," Wen Ling stated cautiously.

"Who assigned you to that patrol area?" Zheng Haoyuan raised an eyebrow again; hmm, just one person might not satisfy cousin’s thirst for vengeance. It probably required pushing someone else into the fray as well.

At that, Lu Hu panicked. It was not easy for the Loyal Warriors of Wen Family to cultivate someone, and this fool, without blessings for safety, deserved death, especially if he implicated others. Immediately, he stepped forward and kicked Wen Ling on the shoulder.

Wen Ling, caught off guard, was knocked to the ground; seeing his assailant was the Deputy Commander, his face paled. Ignoring the pain, he hurriedly got back up.

"You reckless fool! You weren’t scheduled for duty that day. Why did you take people to Riverfood Restaurant?" Lu Hu immediately said, wishing he could eliminate this nuisance and prevent others from becoming entangled.

Upon hearing this, Wen Ling was shocked. He had waited two days with no developments and thus had let down his guard. He had also checked, but there were no reactions from the Zong Sheng Residence, nor had anyone left Prince Duan’s Mansion, so Wen Ling had relaxed.

Moreover, about that day’s events...

"You wretch, speak the truth!" Lu Hu bellowed, his cold eyes on Wen Ling, hand on the hilt of his sword, ready to draw it at any moment.

In that instant, Wen Ling realized the severity of his predicament and began desperately pleading.

"Your Highness, spare my life! Your Highness, spare my life! This subordinate hasn’t done anything wrong; it was only because my sister had a small quarrel with someone that I had to rush over." Wen Ling’s speech grew choppy, his forehead repeatedly hitting the ground—soon enough, it began staining the floor red.