Do Not Offend the Reborn Wicked Wife

Chapter 840: Chapter 840: Rumors End with the Wise

Southern Territory, Great Commander Mansion.

This place is too far south, the sun is scorching, many of the barbarians here have much darker skin than those in the Central Plains, and the officials who come to serve also get quite tanned, even if they carry an umbrella, they can’t escape the fate of being sunburnt.

It’s already autumn now, the Central Plains have the chilly autumn breeze, feeling cool, but here in the Southern Territory, the heat is still unbearable.

Hot, too hot!

"Commander, have some water?"

The tent flap was lifted, and a little soldier came in carrying a water jug, wiping the sweat from his forehead as he walked.

The name of the Southern Territory Commander is Yao Yan, a man of great stature, like a giant mountain in a place where the height is generally short, inspiring awe.

His face is full of beard, long unkempt, not due to laziness, but lack of time.

The rebellion in the Southern Territory is in full swing. He only sleeps for two hours a day, racking his brain on how to deal with the rebellion of the barbarians, to the point where his eyes are bloodshot, yet he can’t rest.

He was indeed thirsty, but seeing the little soldier drenched in sweat with a flushed face, he waved his hand: "Not thirsty, you drink it yourself!"

"Commander, you should drink some, or your body will collapse at this rate!"

The little soldier saw Yao Yan standing in front of the map sand table, strategizing with stones in hand, feeling anxious.

"Commander, we have already sent for General Cao, hoping that after assessing our situation in the Southern Territory, he will send twenty thousand troops over!"

The little soldier said so.

"Let’s hope so." Yao Yan was genuinely thirsty, feeling his throat burning. Unable to resist, he took the water bottle handed over by the little soldier and drank a gulp.

It’s all mountain spring water, cool and soothing, making Yao Yan’s throat feel much better.

"The situation in Xinan is also urgent. If General Cao is unwilling to lend troops, there’s nothing we can do, after all, once Xiliang invades, this responsibility, no one can bear."

"Yes, Xiliang is always rebellious. Every time Dazhou has issues, they love to intervene. During the Rebellion of the Seven Princes, they invaded amidst the chaos, cutting off a large piece of our territory, and they demand an annual tribute from us..."

The little soldier, likely a veteran, couldn’t help but reminisce about the old days upon hearing Yao Yan’s words.

"Seven years ago, the Regent King executed a plan to burn the enemy’s vast forest, wiping out their entire hundred thousand army, crippling Xiliang, thus they dared not act recklessly. In recent years, they seem subdued, yet they are constantly poised to invade Dazhou. If the Southern Territory issue is not resolved, the consequences will be dire."

Speaking of this, Yao Yan felt the burden on his shoulders grow heavier.

Suppressing the rebellion in the Southern Territory, he must complete it, but where are the men? The army? Supplies? There’s nothing!

Moreover, to speak of it, after more than a month of torrential downpours in the Southern Territory, everywhere have become swamps, crops submerged, fearing a complete crop failure this year. In such a scenario, the rebellion of the barbarians seems somewhat understandable.

But he is unlucky!

Yao Yan rubbed his temples, his head aching terribly.

"Commander, the situation is very urgent now, there’s hardly any supplies left in the army, and everyone is nearing their limit. The key is... heard that the court had previously allocated disaster relief grain funds, but, but..."

"You want to say, the Regent King destroyed that grain?"

Yao Yan looked up suddenly and asked.

The little soldier stammered, "I just heard others say it."

Yao Yan waved his hand and said, "Don’t listen to those rumors, everyone knows what kind of person the Regent King is. He never spares the enemy but is lenient with his people. There must be another reason for this matter."

"Some say, it’s for the throne struggle?"

At this moment, another person entered the tent, also a general, but of lower rank than Yao Yan.

"Throne struggle? Hmph, pure nonsense!"

Yao Yan let out a disdainful snort, feeling that people are too easily deceived.

"The Regent King’s mother consort is Princess Consort Yun, the Supreme Emperor’s most beloved woman. Why did the Supreme Emperor keep his identity a secret back then? Wasn’t it because the Prince himself didn’t want to be Emperor?"

Yao Yan sneered, "If he really wanted to be Emperor, he would have done it back then. Besides, the Prince previously was Emperor in Daliang, and someone who could easily give up the throne to his cousin would covet the throne now? Don’t be ridiculous."

This Yao Yan, indeed knows a lot.

The little soldier and the deputy general who entered both felt ashamed, lowering their heads in silence.

"Rumors cease with the wise! If you hear such talk again, you must curb it, or our army’s morale will scatter, the rebel army will find a clear path northwards, and by then, you and I will be waiting for our heads to be moved!"

"The General is right, it’s my ignorance!"

"Alright, quickly go check on the military camp over there. By the way, when did the messenger set off?"

"It’s been a while, he should be nearing the Xinan Camp by now, right? Who knows if General Cao will come this time?"

The two murmured as they exited.

Yao Yan rubbed his temples, his head pounding.

Why does he know so much about Li Qingmu?

Because he was involved in the war between Xiliang and Dazhou back then, and he even worked with Li Qingmu. It’s just that he was only a small official at the time, so he didn’t pay attention to him.

And after so many years, how could Li Qingmu possibly remember him?

Remember him, who was just a little soldier greeting him when he first arrived at the Xinan Camp?

Because in that great battle, he happened to kill a deputy general of the enemy and achieved merit. Later, during the army’s rewards, he was transferred to the Southern Territory to become the Great Commander.

The Great Commander doesn’t have as high a rank as the Great General, but still governs military and political affairs in one region, something unimaginable in the past. It was all because he basked in the glory of Li Qingmu’s victory over a hundred thousand enemies.

Therefore, he greatly admired Li Qingmu and naturally did not believe he would do such things.

There must be some unspeakable conspiracy involved.

The reason Yao Yan has been so exhausted lately is to handle the rebellion of the barbarians, and also to ponder who is trying to tarnish the name of this Regent King, Prince Mu?

Thinking too much has indeed worn him out.

Just when he wished to take a break from the headache, the original little soldier suddenly stumbled in, looking extremely flustered.

Yao Yan’s heart skipped a beat, sensing something amiss, he quickly stood up and asked, "What’s happened?"

"Great Commander, that... the Prince has arrived, he’s here!"

Yao Yan initially didn’t react, perhaps this news was too shocking, it took him quite a while before he exclaimed, "You say, the Regent King has come?"

"Yes, he has arrived, and he is currently waiting for you at the camp!"

Yao Yan, now in his own tent, pointed at the little soldier and scolded with a smile, "You rascal, what’s there to panic about? This is good news! Let’s go, head over immediately!" freeweɓnovel.cøm

The arrival of Prince Mu, does this mean the Southern Territory rebellion is about to end?

He can’t wait!