C45

"Marshal, what are your orders?"

The rain had stopped and the sky had turned dark. The night scene of the Liantang Town was just outside the inn, and under the dark curtain of the night, lights lit up. The moist, gloomy and cold air rushed into the house from the window, causing the air inside to be extremely chilly.

The person that entered the room looked at the window and said worriedly, "Marshal, the night chills, let me close the window."

Yuwen Tong did not care about the chill at all, "Yue Qi, bring half of your men back to the capital tomorrow and report my whereabouts to the emperor. Tell him that I'm going to the Tan Yang to find my target of marriage."

"Yes …" "Huh?" Yue Qi, also known as the leader of Yuwen Tong's personal guards, was completely dumbfounded.

Marriage, marriage contract target?!

The marshal has an engagement partner?

No, when did the marshal get an engagement? He had been by the marshal's side for nearly a decade. How come he had never heard of him?

Could it be that the marshal was lying in order to avoid the possibility of an engagement from the emperor?

Yue Qi could not help but guess, and started to worry, "Marshal, is what you said true? If the emperor finds out that it's fake, then that's the crime of deceiving the monarch! "

Yuwen Tong looked at him in displeasure, "Who told you that it's fake?"

Rea…really? Yue Qi was even more unconvinced, "But Marshal, didn't you say that you have no marriage contract?"

"I just found out about it. Alright, stop nagging, and do as I tell you to." Yuwen Tong said. Under the dim yellow light, the handsome face that seemed as if it had been meticulously carved appeared even more handsome. Unfortunately, the master's expression was cold and serious, wasting such good looks for nothing.

After Yue Qi was scolded, he did not dare to ask anymore. No matter how shocked he was, he still chose to believe in Yuwen Tong.

"Yes, your subordinate will definitely complete the mission."

"Marshal, do we need to bring more people to the Tan Yang? I heard that the bandits over there are rampant and the place is not at peace."

Yuwen Tong rejected: "No need."

"Then, Marshal, you must be careful." Yue Qi said.

"Yes." Yuwen Tong replied.

Yue Qi left the room and intentionally looked at Yuwen Tong before he left, wishing to ask the marshal who his target was. It was a pity that he did not have the guts to do so.

After Yue Qi left, Yuwen Tong continued to look at the map of the Tan Yang in his hands. The map was very detailed, and was definitely one of the rarest, but with Yuwen Tong's identity, it was not difficult for him to obtain such a map.

After he looked through every possible place that had bandits hidden in, his gaze fell on the Tan Yang State Guard's encampment and turned cold, "Zhang Chong."

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Ling Residence, Tan Yang.

Because of Ling Xingzhong's sudden appearance, Ling Zhaowen's words were cut off, and Ling Zhang did not hear anything from Second Uncle's mouth about his mother's background.

In the past, Ling Zhang only suspected that his mother's background was not simple, but after this incident, he was completely certain of it.

It was just that he did not know what kind of background it was that allowed his mother to grasp such powerful knowledge about formations. Even though Ling Zhang did not know any martial arts techniques, he knew that these formations were extremely precious and could not be told to anyone easily.

What kind of people in the Da Yue are proficient in this way? No matter how he thought about it, Ling Zhang couldn't think of a suitable target, and if he had to say it, only the Yuwen Clan could be thought of own such a possibility. The Yuwen Clan had many generations of good generals, proficient in military formations, but his mother's surname was not Yuwen, and he felt that it had nothing to do with the Yuwen Clan.

His grandfather had said that his maternal grandfather’s family was far away and that it was more distant than going to the capital.

Furthermore, he still had an engagement with Yuwen Tong, which was even more impossible.

If that's not the case, then where did he come from?

Why didn't his grandfather want the Second Uncle to tell him?

Ling Zhang couldn't figure it out for a while, so he could only sigh and let go of this matter for now.