Star Trace Gate

"Han Chan, Yulin Party...!"

Bau sat upright in the big tent, his face looking a little solemn, and he was somewhat puzzled in his heart.

The name Han Chan was very unfamiliar to him, he had never heard of it, and he had no impression of the Han family in Shangyu County. However, he was familiar with the three words "Yulin Party" and even had some interactions with them, which was the real reason why Bau felt uneasy.

"Who is Han Chan playing in the Southern Xinjiang chess game?" Bau raised his head slowly and asked softly.

The general replied truthfully: "According to the confessions of these supernatural powers, it is indeed this Han Chan who is trying to win over the forces of various parties and plot against our border areas. However, this man was demoted for being involved in party disputes before, and was exiled to Shangyu County. He has been dormant for some years... Therefore, those who confessed did not know him very well, and had not even met him. They just heard of him."

Bau was silent for a long while before he spoke softly and ordered, "Write the letter yourself and send this information back to the government office immediately. And mark the letter as addressed to Prince Huai himself."

"Yes!"

"Go."

"Yes, sir." The general stood up, saluted, and left quickly.

Bau slowly stood up, walked around the account alone, and then called softly, "Wangcai."

"The end will be here."

A thousand-household commander stepped out of the tent, bowed and clasped his fists.

"You don't have to stay in Loushan." Bau stood in front of the big tent, looking at the beautiful scenery outside, and whispered: "Bring some good hands with you, smooth over the relationship with the bandits, and help me find someone."

"Who?"

"Merchant Zou Qing." Bau said softly.

The commander of the thousand households did not ask the reason, but only asked for the specific details: "Sir. After finding this person, will you capture him or...!"

"I had a dream last night that the King of Hell opened a pawn shop, but there was no one available." Bau replied calmly, "The underworld is also in need of such smart and capable businessmen."

The commander of the thousand households was obviously used to Lord Bau's stream-of-consciousness orders, so he immediately clasped his fists and replied: "Your subordinate will definitely deliver it to Lord Yama on time."

"Don't make it public, and do it as soon as possible."

"Yes." The commander of the thousand households clasped his fists and left.

Bau stood at the door of the big tent, gazing into the distance, feeling inexplicably irritated.

Receiving the imperial edict to rescue the young King Huai should have been a good thing, because it would allow Bau to reappear in the vision of the ruler of Southern Xinjiang, giving him a chance to be noticed and reused again.

In addition, the young prince Huai had successfully escaped from danger, and the aftermath of Loushan Pass was handled very well, and even a number of thieves were caught. As far as this result was concerned, it was obviously something that could make His Majesty happy and satisfied, and it could be considered a merit.

If it were someone else, they would have been grinning from ear to ear, but Bau, a veteran official, just couldn't be happy at all.

He always felt that the border areas surrounding Qingliang Prefecture had been undercurrents for a long time, and the power struggle even involved the secret struggle between the two countries. In such a big situation, if outsiders were involved, it would not necessarily be a good thing.

He really felt annoyed that his miserable life, which was about to retire, was suddenly disrupted.

When Bau reaches this age, he knows his destiny just by looking up.

For him, compared to being reused again, he actually hopes that he can land safely and live out his life in peace when he is old.

He really wants to give up! !

The most romantic thing he could think of was to lie on a rocking chair and rock slowly with countless concubines...

"Ugh."

Bau sighed and turned away.

The time has come, and it's time to take the tonic pills.

……

Three hours later, Lingnan Prefecture, government office.

In a wing room, in addition to the beloved concubine, a group of disabled persons' federation members from Qingliang Park were holding a meeting.

Ren Ye's face was as pale as a tuberculosis patient; Feng Lin's head was split open by the Chishui Goddess; Xu Bangzi was trained by countless magical masters with swordsmanship, knife skills, and dart skills, and all his injuries were external.

Although the three of them had taken the diluted water of life, some of their wounds contained poison and they were not recovering as quickly as before, so they all looked a little embarrassed. But with the treatment of the best doctor here and Lao Liu's essence liquid, they should be able to recover in two or three days.

However, the most resilient person in this group... would have to be big brother Fenglin. He fought alone against two fourth-grade masters, Chishui Niangniang and Li Baishou, but in the end he only suffered some minor skin injuries. He looked energetic and was not seriously injured.

This made Ren doubt whether he had lied before. This old man said that he was at the peak of the third rank or the beginning of the fourth rank, but with this level, could he really fight such a fierce Landlord game with the other two fourth rank warriors?

Unknown strength, but stronger when facing a strong opponent?

However, everyone has their own secrets, so Ren did not ask any further questions.

In the wing room, King Huai sat beside the round table and said softly, "If there is nothing else, let's go back at night."

"Alright." Xu Bangzi nodded and said, "According to the time calculation, Lao Liu and Erleng should be arriving at Qingliang Prefecture soon. We can go back and solve the plague issue first."

Ren also turned his head to look at Fenglin: "What do you mean by military?"

"Haha." Fenglin bit his apple and said casually, "If there is no news from the south, then let's go back."

"South?" Xu Bangzi was stunned, not quite understanding what he meant.

"Boom...!"

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

"Who?" Fatty Wu asked.

"It's me." Butler Bau's voice rang out.

“Come in, please come in…!” Ren also stood up to greet him.

Soon, the door opened, and the butler took out a letter from his sleeve with a smile, and bowed very respectfully, saying, "Your Highness Prince Huai, this is a secret letter that my master specially ordered someone to write to you. You must open it yourself."

"Oh, okay." Ren Ye took the secret letter and made way for him: "Come in and sit down."

"No, no." The housekeeper waved his hand sensibly: "This old servant still has some trivial matters to deal with."

"Ok."

"If you have anything to ask, please give me instructions, Your Highness."

After the two exchanged a few words of greeting, the butler turned and left.

Ren Ye closed the door, and before he could speak, he heard Fatty Wu say, "Do you know why he doesn't dare to come in and sit down?"

"Why?" Xu Bangzi asked.

"Hehe." Fatty Wu grinned, "He's afraid that I'll mention the six million Xingyuan land purchase. He's afraid that I'll blackmail him."

Xu Bangzi suddenly understood what was going on and said with great admiration: "This rice from southern Xinjiang is really good for health. Why are all the characters here so smart?"

"What do you want to say?" Ren Ye asked back.

"It's okay, I miss Master Wang!" Xu Bangzi replied, covering his wallet.

Ren rolled his eyes and opened the letter as he sat in his chair.

He spread out the paper, lowered his head and took a quick glance, then frowned and muttered, "Yu Lin Party, Han Chan."

"Brother, what is written in this secret letter?" asked Fatty Wu.

Ren Ye placed the secret letter on the table and whispered, "The generals under Bau have captured twelve supernatural powers. According to their confessions, the person who set up the southern border is Han Chan from Shangyu County, and he is the leader of the Yulin Party."

"Han Chan?" Fatty Wu frowned and said, "I've never heard of this person."

"It would be great if we could go into the government office's case file library to check for information." Ren Ye rubbed his chin and replied, "Only by knowing ourselves and the enemy can we win every battle. This Lingnan Prefecture is directly at the border of Daqian, and there must be a lot of files with information on enemy figures."

"No need to check."

At this moment, Fenglin suddenly said, "You know this person."

"Ok?"

Ren also turned his head and looked at him: "I know him?"

"Han Chan is the Poison Wine Pot." Feng Lin added, "When we were in the Dragon Lord's Mausoleum, we were in a hurry to leave, so when you asked me about the Poison Wine Pot, I said I would tell you later. What I wanted to tell you at that time... was the identity and past of the Poison Wine Pot."

"oh oh!"

Ren nodded vigorously: "The person who cooperated with Guan Feng on Daqian's side is Han Chan?"

"That's right." Fenglin said, "I have briefly told you about this man's past. He was demoted to Shangyu County by Emperor Wu because he was involved in the dispute over the party supervision. Later, due to the intercession of Master Xu Jingyuan, he was pardoned in Shangyu County and became a minor official. After wasting many years, he began to rely on the support of his party members to plot against southern Xinjiang."

Ren Ye frowned when he heard this: "In this way, the identities of the two main opponents are completely clear, but I always feel that...!"

"What do you feel?" Fenglin asked.

"It feels a little off." Ren also shook his head and muttered, "It feels like there's a strong disconnect between their identities and the commotion in Southern Xinjiang during this period. It doesn't match up...!"

"Tell me the details."

“I just feel that…!”

"Dong dong!"

While the two were talking, there was another knock on the door.

Ren was also stunned for a moment, then stood up and shouted, "Who is it?"

"It's still me." Butler Bau's voice sounded.

Ren Ye walked to the door helplessly and opened it: "Haha, what's the matter?"

"This time... it's a big deal." The butler suddenly said solemnly: "Please everyone stand up."

"Stand up?" Fatty Wu looked confused.

The butler shook his sleeves, straightened his appearance, and shouted concisely: "The imperial edict has arrived!"

With just one word, Fatty Wu knelt down instantly, while Xu Bangzi and Fenglin Taoist also straightened their clothes.

Ren Ye stood at the door, his back straight, neither kneeling nor saluting.

The housekeeper took out the imperial edict and read it out on behalf of Bau standing at the door: "The matter at Loushan has been resolved. Please invite Prince Huai to the capital to have a talk with me. In two days, the imperial envoy from the capital will come to the city to welcome you."

Ren was slightly stunned, and only clasped his fists and said: "Thank you for the hospitality of the Lord of Southern Xinjiang. I will obey your order."

At the back, Xu Bangzi looked at Fenglin Taoist as if he had seen a god: "The letter from the south you mentioned is the imperial edict? Your calculation is too accurate, isn't it?!"

Fenglin showed a basic expression and just nodded slightly, inadvertently acting like a king.

Ren Ye took the imperial edict and screamed in his heart: "Can I go back to this family?"

To go or not to go, that is the question.