Mo Zilian in the Ninth Prince's mansion was even more anxious. Right now the imperial court was guarding the palace tightly, and people outside couldn't get in, and people inside couldn't get out. What should they do
After all, the Ninth Prince was his savior, and he would rescue the Ninth Prince even at the cost of his own life. But now he didn't know what to do.
Seeing his anxious look, the housekeeper also frowned, "What should we do?"
"We can't just sit there and wait for death, nor can we disappoint the Ninth Prince!" Mo Zilian's face became a little gloomy, and his playboy look disappeared completely, replaced by a serious face, "We must find a way to rescue the Ninth Prince!"
"But how can we save him?" The housekeeper was touched by his words and also held on to hope, "Break him out of prison?"
"No!" He rejected it resolutely. The risk of jailbreaking was too great. If it failed, not only would he lose his wife but also his army. "We must replace the Ninth Prince." They would replace the Ninth Prince in prison without anyone noticing, and then plan to kill the emperor by surprise!
The housekeeper's eyes lit up immediately after hearing this. This was a good idea, so the two of them began to prepare.
While the two were plotting, Wen Ling was thinking about another thing in another courtyard of the Ninth Prince's Mansion. Now the Ninth Prince's Mansion was heavily surrounded and no one would be able to survive in a few days, but she did not want to die.
Moreover, she was working for Shen Qingwan now, and she had promised to send her away. Thinking of this, she was about to leave the mansion. She could not stay in the mansion any longer. If the people of the Ninth Prince knew that she was a traitor, she would be dead.
She pretended to be calm and walked to the gate of the mansion, but was stopped by the guards at the door.
"Stop!" The guard blocked her way expressionlessly, "No one is allowed to leave the house!"
"Sir, I am just an unfavored concubine of the Ninth Prince. I really don't know what he has done. I hope you can be flexible and let me leave the house." She pretended to be pitiful and her tearful look was really distressing, but the guards in front of her were indifferent.
"No one is allowed to leave the house without orders!" The guard said in a cold voice with a sullen look on his face.
Wen Ling bit her lip unwillingly, lowered her eyes to hide her annoyance, and when she raised her eyes again, she pretended to be pitiful, "Sir, please have pity on me. I am alone and just want to live a peaceful life. I don't want to go to jail!"
Her voice was mournful, but the guards still ignored her. How could a well-behaved girl get close to Fu Huaiyu? Moreover, the Ninth Prince's Mansion was now a place under the close watch of the imperial court. Who would dare to make the slightest mistake
"Sir..." She wanted to cry out for more, but the guard had already drawn his sword impatiently and threatened, "Go back!"
When Wen Ling saw the swords and knives, they were immediately frightened and with a trace of resentment in their eyes, they all left.
When she returned to her own courtyard, she felt even more uneasy. It seemed that Fu Yuheng really had no intention of letting Fu Huaiyu off easily. Now the Ninth Prince's Mansion had become a purgatory on earth!
But she was not going to sit and wait for death. She still had Shen Qingwan as her backer. Thinking of this, she took out the carrier pigeon.
After writing the letter, she released the pigeon. She placed all her bets on him. She also said that he would arrange for her to leave after the matter was completed. Now was the time. If she didn't leave, she would surely die.
However, the carrier pigeon startled Mo Zilian. The one who was still communicating with the outside world at this point must be a spy from the Ninth Prince's Mansion.
He wanted to stop the pigeon but it still ran away. Fortunately, he saw the direction from which the pigeon came, which was Wenling's residence. His eyes were full of blazing fire. He didn't expect Wenling to be a traitor, and what he hated most was betrayal!
Almost instantly he broke into Wenling's yard and put his hand around her neck, making it difficult for her to breathe.
"Ah!" The sudden attack made Wen Ling lose the ability to think, and he could only hear the man's cold voice as if it came from hell.
"Bitch! Who are you communicating with? You are actually a traitor to the Ninth Prince's Mansion!" The gloom on his face burst out from his eyes as if it were real.
After seeing who was coming, Wen Ling opened his eyes wide in shock, with anxiety and panic flashing in his eyes. Has he been exposed
She pleaded with both hands to push away his hand that was strangling her neck, "Let me go... I didn't, I didn't betray, I didn't betray the Ninth Prince..." Even at the last moment, she couldn't admit it. If she died in his hands...
"You're still quibbling! Humph!" He saw it so clearly. If the carrier pigeon flew away from her yard, it could not be kept. At this moment, he would rather kill a hundred by mistake than let one go.
She knew very well that he would not believe her no matter how she explained, so she simply yelled at the top of her lungs, "Help! Help!"
Mo Zilian realized her intention and was about to increase the force of his hands, but the guards guarding the yard had already rushed in, drew their swords, and shouted, "Let go!"
The emperor ordered that no one in the Ninth Prince's Mansion could enter or leave and that no accidents could occur.
Mo Zilian wanted to kill her directly, but he gave up when he thought of his plan to save Fu Huaiyu, and angrily let go of the exhausted Wen Ling. It was not appropriate to make a sound at this time, and it was not appropriate to attract attention. He glared at her fiercely, and murderous intent flashed in his eyes.
"Go back to your residence and do not move around without permission!" The guards took him back. Although he was unwilling, he still accepted his fate and went back.
Next time he will never forgive Wen Ling, the woman who betrayed the Ninth Prince.
Wenling fell to the ground and started coughing violently. Her face turned red. Her heart felt empty when she thought of the feeling of suffocation just now. If she had been a second later, it would have cost her life!
Shen Qingwan, who was in the palace, received the pigeon from Wenling and frowned slightly. She had indeed forgotten about it. After releasing the pigeon and putting away the note, she got up and went to the imperial study. Sun Ning did not stop her and let her go straight.
"Your Majesty, I have something to report." She bowed to the person sitting on the table and said calmly, "Please, Your Majesty, spare the life of the Ninth Prince's concubine Wen Ling."
Upon hearing this, Fu Yuheng narrowed his eyes slightly, and was very dissatisfied with the three words "Ninth Prince".
Shen Qingwan saw his displeasure and continued calmly, "This is the deal between me and her."
"Oh? Deal?" Fu Yuheng raised his eyebrows with interest and looked at her with complicated eyes, "I wonder what kind of deal it is?"
"It was Wenling's help that allowed me to grasp the movements of the Ninth Prince, and the Emperor could capture him in one fell swoop." Her voice was not as cold as before, but rather had a warm feeling that made him feel a little more comfortable. "Therefore, I beg the Emperor to rescue Wenling. If the people in the Ninth Prince's mansion find something wrong, they will kill her." Her voice came neither slowly nor quickly, "The Emperor is a wise ruler, and he will definitely rescue Wenling."
Smart women always have ways to make people irresistible, and Shen Qingwan is such a woman.