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The man on the horse gestured, and the Black Man under his direction immediately dragged all the corpses across the mountain road into the forest and buried them.

In the dark rain, blood was everywhere and the smell of blood filled the air. Black Man's movements were as fast as lightning and all of them looked like ghosts, causing the butler, Wong Wai and the rest to shiver.

The man on horseback had his face half covered by a bamboo hat. No matter how handsome and strong he was, they did not dare to raise their heads to look.

"Who are you? How did you meet these bandits?" Just when the butler thought that he couldn't get a response for his words, the man on the horse spoke.

"Reporting to your honour, I am the steward of the Ling’s family in Tan Yang, and I am going to the capital and work for my host. These are the guards. We went all the way north, and unfortunately it was raining today. Originally, we wanted to rush to Liantang Town to rest, but just as we rushed up the mountain, we met these bandits. If it wasn’t your honour arrived on time, we would die here today.” The butler quickly replied.

In the face of the man on horseback's extremely oppressive aura, the butler did not dare to conceal his identity.

"Tan Yang Ling’s family?" The man on the horse's cold and serious tone softened a bit as he asked, "Are you from Lord Ling Xingzhong, who was once a Minister of Board of Rites twenty years ago?"

"It is indeed the head of my clan." The butler was shocked. He did not expect the man to actually know about the Ling Family and what happened to the Ling Family twenty years ago. He carefully asked: "May I ask who you are?"

The man did not reply, "You don't need to know my identity. The bandits have already been exterminated, hurry up and bring the unconscious one away."

The butler was perturbed. Even though he was suspicious of his identity, but the man possessed a powerful aura and a vigorous team like this. He knew that he must not be a simple character, so asking any questions would be of no use.

Thinking of this, the butler thanked him again, "Yes, your honour, thank you for saving us."

With that, he gave Wong Wai a meaningful glance.

Wong Wai nodded at him, then called for the people to help lift the unconscious Shi Duner up and carried him into the carriage.

Shi Duner's back was cut by a blade and he had fainted now. He had to hurry to Liantang Town to find a doctor for treatment.

After bringing Shi Duner onto the carriage, the butler was also prepared to enter the carriage, but because he had been standing in the mud for a long time, his shoes were covered with mud and they were extremely slippery with moisture. When he stepped on the side of the carriage, his feet slipped and he fell down!

"Uncle Li!" Wong Wai hurriedly went to support him.

The man on the horse also looked over.

The place where the steward fell were pools of water. His body immediately became wet. His face paled. He didn't care about the pain of the fall as he quickly got up. "This is bad!"

"Uncle Li, what's wrong?" Wong Wai asked, "Did you get hurt?"

The butler did not have time to answer him and hurriedly took out a letter from his arms. The corner of the letter was already soaked through. "It's over. The letter that old Master told me to deliver into the capital was wet."

When Wong Wai heard this, his expression also changed. He hurriedly said, "Uncle Li, quickly get on the carriage and find dry cloth to absorb the water!"

"Right, right." The butler was sent to the carriage by the Wong Wai in a panic. He entered the carriage and was flustered untying his package and took out all of his clothes to press onto the letter. He muttered: "What should I do, this is a letter to the Yuwen official residence."

This was because the steward was inside the carriage that he had said with less scruple, thinking that no one would be able to hear him.

However, he didn't know that the man on the horse outside the carriage had a move in his ears. His originally carefree gaze immediately became sharp, shooting straight at the carriage.

Wong Wai and the rest were anxious to go to Liantang Town, no matter if it was for the sake of Shi Duner or to save the letter, they had to go to Liantang Town to think of a better way.

However, at this moment —

"Wait."

It was a simple sentence, but it stopped the Wong Wai and the rest in their tracks.

Wong Wai and the others looked at each other, and Wong Wai was chosen to be the representative to face the man on the horse, "Master, is there anything else to order?"

"You want to send a letter to Yuwen official residence?" The man on the horse looked at them sharply.

Yuwen official residence? Wong Wai and the others looked at each other again. Their mission was to protect Ling Residence's housekeeper to go to the capital, but they did not know what exactly the housekeeper was supposed to do until today, and they knew he was going to send the letter just now. However, where was this letter sent to? They did not hear the butler's words, of course they didn’t know.

"Well, we don't know where to send the letter, nor did we hear that it was supposed to be sent to Yuwen official residence." Wong Wai cautiously replied.

His heart was not at peace. They all knew very well what kind of place Yuwen official residence was. But why would this person in front of him suddenly ask such a question?

"Get Ling Residence's butler to come out and answer." The man on the horse said.

Wong Wai hesitated, but facing the strong oppressive aura of the man, he chose to go closer to the carriage, "Uncle Li."

The steward was in the midst of inspecting the letter when he heard Wong Wai calling him. He raised his head and asked, "What’s wrong?"

"Just now, that lord asked if we are sending a letter to Yuwen official residence." Wong Wai said.

The steward was stunned. He subconsciously hid the letter under his clothes and frowned. How did that person know?

Could it be that the moment he took the letter out was seen by that man?

The butler walked out of the carriage and looked at the man on the horse. His heart trembled when he saw his sharp and inquiring sight, but he forced himself to calm down. With his thoughts turning around sharply, he was ready to be perfunctorily deal with the man and was about to say...

"You said in the carriage that you’re going to send a letter to Yuwen official residence?"

The steward froze. Had he been heard?! How could this be? Not only it was from such a distance, but he also spoke softly.

"May I ask if Sir is acquainted with Yuwen official residence?" The steward thought for a while and finally chosen to ask tentatively.

But to the man on the horse, the words of the butler was equivalent to admitting it. He directly answered with his own identity: "I am Yuwen Tong."

"What?!"

The butler was so frightened that he almost fell down from the carriage once again. Wong Wai and the rest all stared with their eyes wide open, not daring to believe what they had just heard.

Marshal Yuwen?! It can't be, what kind of dumb luck is this, to actually as Shi Duner wished, they would be able to see the Da Yue's best Grand Marshal of the Army and Horse, Yuwen Tong?!

Just at this time, all the Black Men had already buried the bodies of the bandits, and returned back to Yuwen Tong one by one to organize them into a team again.

"Marshal, the mission is complete." The leader of the Black Man said.

The butler's jaw almost dropped when he saw this scene.

No wonder, no wonder these people were so strong, no wonder that man on horseback had such a strong aura!

Wong Wai and the rest nervously swallowed their saliva. The butler carefully asked the man on the horse: "You, you really are Marshal Yuwen?"

"How dare you question our marshal?!" The leader of the Black Man looked over with a gaze as sharp as knives, his eyes filled with killing intent.

The butler immediately waved his hand, "No, no, no, I do not dare to call in question. It just I did not expect to meet the Marshal Yuwen himself."

Yuwen Tong raised his hand to stop his subordinates, "It's not convenient to talk here, Heading to Liantang Town to rest."

"Yes sir!" All the Black Man replied. They quickly mounted their horses and returned to their neat horse teams.

Seeing this scene, how could the butler, Wong Wai and the others still feel that they were ghosts and death gods? Their minds were filled with admiration and envy.

They truly deserved to be the subordinates of the Marshal Yuwen. Well-trained and quite imposing, they were real man!

"Gentlemen, please." Yuwen Tong saw that the butler and the others did not move, so he said.

"Yes, yes, yes, we're leaving now." Butler quickly answered and went back to the carriage.

Wong Wai and the rest quickly mounted their horses. Their hands that were pulling the reins slightly trembled, and they subconsciously straightened their backs.

Yuwen Tong gestured, and the group immediately resumed their advance.

Seeing that, the Wong Wai and the rest hurriedly protected the carriage and followed.

The butler sat in the carriage, feeling excited for a moment, and then conflicted. Although he believed that Yuwen Tong was indeed Yuwen Tong in his heart, his duty as the butler allowed him to maintain kind of his composure, thinking that he must obtain solid evidence for him to hand over the letter.

As for why he had to hand over the letter, the butler did not think too much about it. After all, wasn't it natural?

Old Master told him to hand the letter to Yuwen Clan. Who else could represent Yuwen Clan more than Yuwen Tong?

Yuwen Tong made his subordinates slow down and matched the pace with the carriage at the back. His eyes flashed a little and he wondered in his heart, why would the Ling Family send a letter to Yuwen Clan?

After arriving at Liantang Town, they settled down at an inn.

As Shi Duner was in a coma with a high fever, Yuwen Tong asked someone to call a doctor to come and treat him.

The butler was led to the front of Yuwen Tong by one of Yuwen Tong's subordinates. Yuwen Tong had already taken off his bamboo hat and sat there bold and uninhibited with an imposing manner.

"I pay my respects to the Marshal." The butler was about to kneel down and bow.

Yuwen Tong stopped him: "There's no need to bob so seriously, take a seat."

"No, no, no, I don't dare." the butler quickly said.

"Why did Lord Ling let you deliver the letter to Yuwen's home?" Yuwen Tong went straight to the point and stared at the butler with his sharp eyes.

"I don't know. My Old Master has just ordered me to deliver the letter to the capital and hand it over to Yuwen's family." The butler replied.

"Oh? Show me the letter. " Yuwen Tong said.

Just as the butler was about to nod his head straightforwardly, he suddenly froze. He looked at Yuwen Tong with some hesitation, "Marshal, emmm … Do you have a token brought with? "

A token? Yuwen Tong knew what the steward of Ling Residence was thinking at the moment he heard his words, the butler was worried that his identity was fake, hence he did not casually take out the letter.

He was not completely brainless.

Therefore, Yuwen Tong was not angry, and straightforwardly took out the token of authority he brought with himself.

After the butler saw the token, he carefully returned it to Yuwen Tong and took out the letter, "A corner of this letter has been wet, I don't know whether or not the words inside will be destroyed."

Yuwen Tong took over the letter, and after confirming the seal on the letter, he opened it.

The corner of the letter had indeed been soaked, but because of the timely rescue and the limited wet scope involved, some of the writing had become blurred, but it did not affect the reading.

Only this content...

After Yuwen Tong finished reading it, his expression became somewhat odd, showing that if it was a long story...