The Cold-Faced God of War's Favored Concubine Is Not to Be Tried

Today, the Prime Minister's Mansion was in chaos. Yun Wenyuan didn't care about his wife, so he adjusted his mood and went to court.

Afterwards, Liu Jie hurriedly invited a doctor to check the pulse of the prime minister's wife, Zhang Yunrong. After a careful diagnosis by the doctor, it was confirmed that Zhang Yunrong was fine, but had fainted due to inhaling smoke. Liu Jie breathed a sigh of relief and told his servants to take good care of his wife. He then hurried to the fire scene to deal with the fire in the mansion's property.

Zhang Yunrong slowly opened her eyes, only to see the figure hurriedly leaving.

"Madam, are you awake?" When the maid Xiaolan saw Zhang Yunrong wake up, she hurried forward and asked anxiously.

Zhang Yunrong nodded and asked in a slightly weak voice: "What's going on? What happened to me?"

Seeing Xiaolan standing anxiously in front of the bed, she frowned slightly and asked, "Xiaolan, what happened? Why are you so panicked?"

Xiaolan's eyes were slightly red, and she choked up and said, "Madam, something terrible has happened. Last night, dozens of shops in the capital caught fire. They are all our family's properties."

Zhang Yunrong was startled when she heard this, and a bad feeling welled up in her heart. She grabbed Xiaolan's hand and asked anxiously, "Are you saying that the property that caught fire is our Prime Minister's Mansion?" She thought she had heard it wrong and repeated to confirm: "More than a dozen? You mean... more than a dozen, all of them are ours?"

Xiaolan nodded, tears welling up in her eyes: "Yes, ma'am. Many shops, restaurants and warehouses in the mansion were on fire. The losses were heavy."

Zhang Yunrong took a deep breath and tried to calm her panic. She knew that as the wife of the Prime Minister's Mansion, she had to stay calm and make plans for the affairs of the mansion. "Where is the master? Where did he go?" She clutched the quilt tightly, trying to calm herself.

"The master hasn't returned from the morning court yet!" Xiaolan replied, wiping her tears.

Zhang Yunrong leaned against the head of the bed, clenching his hands into fists. "Who is it? Who is it?"

Zuo Wenyuan returned from the morning court today, looking depressed and angry. Everything he had carefully planned was almost exposed by Prince Zhan in the court. Now he is sure that the fire last night was caused by Yan Lingxiao, but it's a pity that he can't do anything to him now.

When Zuo Wenyuan walked into the inner room and saw the prime minister's wife Zhang Yunrong sitting on the bedside, looking thoughtful, he guessed that she might have heard about the fire. He did not speak immediately, but just stood silently by the bed, staring at Zhang Yunrong.

Zhang Yunrong felt Zuo Wenyuan's gaze, she raised her head and met his eyes. She saw that Zuo Wenyuan looked strange, so she asked, "Wenyuan, what's wrong? Did something happen today?"

Zuo Wenyuan sighed, turned around and sat on the stool beside the bed. He frowned and said, "Yunrong, I think you already know what happened last night. This morning, the War King has begun to suspect me."

Zhang Yunrong frowned slightly: "Is it because he discovered something?"

Zuo Wenyuan nodded and said in a deep voice: "That's right. He should suspect that I set the fire secretly and tried to frame that bitch's son."

Zhang Yunrong was shocked when she heard this. She grabbed Zuo Wenyuan's hand and asked anxiously, "How is this possible? Didn't we do it very secretly?"

Zuo Wenyuan smiled bitterly, "Did I underestimate Yan Lingxiao's power? I didn't expect him to strike back so quickly and burn dozens of our properties!"

Zhang Yunrong was even more stunned after hearing this: "You mean, Yan Lingxiao has known that those are our industries for a long time, and this time he is targeting us!" After a moment of silence, "Wenyuan, so, Yan Lingxiao is just giving me a warning. As long as he hasn't exposed us in front of the emperor, we still have a chance. So we won't recognize it this time. Just assume that these shops have nothing to do with us. You have to cooperate with the investigation in person." Zhang Yunrong is really meticulous, and she is worthy of being Zuo Wenyuan's virtuous wife.

Zuo Wenyuan sighed and said helplessly: "You don't know! The emperor actually asked Yan Lingxiao to investigate the matter personally, but he did it. He can report it however he wants. But this will restrict my work and make many things difficult to handle." His face was gloomy: "We don't have any other way. Now the Prime Minister's Mansion has fallen into trouble. Let's swallow this loss for the time being. When the prince ascends the throne, it will be the day when Yan Lingxiao will be buried."

Zhang Yunrong didn't say anything else. She just hoped that everything would go smoothly and that the Prime Minister's Mansion could survive this crisis.

Suddenly Zhang Yunrong thought of something and said in shock: "Not good!"

"What's wrong, Yunrong?"

"Quick, send someone to stop Liu Jie. Don't let anyone find out that our people were there after the fire."

Zuo Wenyuan heard this and felt that he shouldn't be here at this time. He quickly shouted outside: "Long Liu, pass on my order. Go and get Liu Jie back. Tell him not to do anything these days."