Since the autumn of last year, Montaigne took over Bai Qi's military power, he has been preparing his army in Wucheng to deal with the war against Wei after the beginning of spring. By the time Yiren led his troops to Wucheng, Montaigne had already gathered and sent troops to camp, pressing against the Xinyu City of Wei, and was ready to give Wei a fatal blow.

Just when everyone's focus shifted to the war against the Wei Kingdom, a rumor suddenly spread throughout the streets and alleys of Xianyang. The detailed and vivid plots made people think a lot. In ancient times, when there was no entertainment and leisure, this became a topic of conversation for ordinary people after dinner. It was passed down from word to mouth, and the speed of circulating was faster than everyone's expectations. When the royal city reacted, it was too late. The Qin secret spies searched for shops throughout the city, but in the end they could not find out the source of the rumor. It seemed that the rumor-maker had either escaped from Xianyang or had been silenced.

"Old Huang, how did the matter be investigated?"

King Zhao of Qin lay on the soft collapse, his face with a bit of sick whiteness. In just a few months, his body quickly lost weight as if he was dehydrated. He looked listless, as if he was over 10 years old. It is hard to imagine how a strong man like a ferocious beast was knocked down by the disease so easily.

"When you go back to the king, there is still no clue. The person behind the scenes is very professional. He cut off all the clues. Even if he finds the thread, he cannot investigate in depth. But this is not important. No matter how cunning the fox will reveal its tail. The biggest benefit of this is the fifth prince. The old slave has sent someone to keep an eye on it. I believe that it will be possible to know the truth in a short time."

"Ahem..."

King Zhao of Qin coughed violently again, and did not even notice the blood oozing from the corner of his mouth. He panted for a while until King Zhao of Qin felt that his chest and abdomen were smoother, and then he spoke: "If you check it, you must also determine the accuracy of the rumors. It would be fine if it was really a rumors. I can only say that the person who spread the news was a great talent, and the fabrication was reasonable and it must be believed to be true. But if this matter is true... the royal family still needs to be maintained."

"I understand." Huang Dajian nodded, hesitated for a moment, and suddenly lowered his voice and said, "I think Zhao Ji knows the truth of this matter most. She should know who the child was born. She should know who his biological father is. Old Nu wants to start with her. As long as she cheats her, she can know the truth of it. But..."

"Don't worry too much, just ensure that the mother and son are safe, but you are not allowed to be tortured or let her know your identities."

"It's the old slave who took the order."

No matter how the storm is raging, the wind is always calm, but this does not mean how safe it is. On the contrary, this is a Jedi, because no matter which direction you move closer, you will be crushed by a violent hurricane.

When this rumor just emerged, Lu Buwei immediately found an opportunity to "meet" Zhao Ji. Considering that the direct meeting was relatively high, the meeting between the two was very hidden, and the time was very short, so short that it was only the moment when they passed each other.

Lu Buwei, disguised as a stranger, walked past Zhao Ji like a stranger. At the moment he passed by, Lu Buwei just said a low voice.

"Ying Zheng is Yiren's son, but he can only be Yiren's son."

The strange face and familiar voice surprised the unprepared Zhao Ji. In panic, Zhao Ji looked around and wanted to find the cruel person, but wherever he looked, there were only bustling strangers.

It must be him besides him. Zhao Ji really can't imagine who can say such heartless words.

It seemed like a thousand-year-old piece of ice was put in his chest. Zhao Ji was completely cold. The last bit of warmth was shattered, and all that was left was naked interests. He gave his woman as goods and used his son as a weight on the balance of interests. Zhao Ji really didn't know what else could not be labeled with a price in Lu Buwei's eyes.

Ying Zheng is Yiren's son Ying Zheng is Yiren's son

Such words flashed repeatedly in Zhao Ji's numb mind, and even when she was eating and sleeping, she was muttering that she wanted to hypnotize herself in her subconscious mind. Only by making herself believe that carefully compiled lies can she make others believe that all lies are true.

At night, Zhao Ji returned to her bedroom as usual. First, she looked at Ying Zheng in the small bed. Seeing the child sleeping soundly with his mouth pouting, Zhao Ji couldn't help but smile knowingly, slowing down her movements and gently covering the corner of the quilt for him.

Since Yi Ren went to the battlefield, Zhao Ji lived alone in the huge room. Later, Zhao Ji thought that living alone was lonely, so she asked the nurse to move Yi Ren's small bed in so that the little man could be a companion with him.

Zhao Ji changed her nightgown behind the screen, and suddenly remembered that it was almost time to feed her, so she shouted softly: "Lu Yu Lu Yu"

Lu Yu is the wet nurse of Xiao Ying Zheng. Because Zhao Ji moved Ying Zheng's small bed into the bedroom, and Yi Ren was not at home. In order to facilitate breastfeeding, Lu Yu moved to the outer room of the bedroom. On weekdays, as long as Zhao Ji shouted, Lu Yu could respond immediately. But he didn't know what happened today. Zhao Ji shouted twice, and the outer room was still silent, as if no one was there.

"Can you fall asleep?"

Zhao Ji stood up in confusion and wanted to go to the outer room to call her, but as soon as she reached the door, she felt something was wrong, as if a poisonous snake was staring at her in the dark.

The hairs on his arms stood up, Zhao Ji took a deep breath, put down and rolled up his sleeves, and then slowly turned around. I saw that there was a man in black next to Ying Zheng's small bed. He was not tall, with a slightly hunched back, and his dry fingers were exposed outside his robe. He was gently stroking Ying Zheng's small face, with his eyelids slightly raised, and his sinister eyes swept over Zhao Ji with contempt.

"If you dare to scream, I promise to take the baby's life."

The hoarse voice was like an invisible big hand, pressing Zhao Ji's cry for help tightly into his throat.

Zhao Ji covered her mouth in horror, and her body retreated uncontrollably. She stopped until she hit the door. She forced herself to control her body and asked tremblingly: "Who are you, don't you know that trespassing into the prince's mansion is a serious crime of beheading?"

"You don't have to scare me with this, it's useless." The man in black sneered: "Yi Ren has a great grudge with me. I sneaked into Xianyang and wanted to take his life, but he actually hid in the military camp. But it doesn't matter. I heard that this little boy is his flesh and blood. I will kidnap him today, break his hands and feet in the future and let him be a beggar. Your Yi Ren owes me too much, even if your son pays the interest first," to be continued.
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