They did not want to harm innocent people with any further actions, so they dared not act rashly.
Three days later, while everyone was racking their brains for a solution in the West Mansion, a major event occurred in the capital.
"Oh no, oh no!"
Feng Zixiao's men rushed in, and the faces of the people in the room immediately turned cold. Could something have happened? They all looked at the men who had reported the incident, and Feng Zixiao shouted anxiously.
"What happened? Why are you shouting?"
"Reporting to Your Majesty, Your Majesty's portrait is plastered all over the capital, with a note next to it stating that Your Majesty is impersonating the late Emperor and plotting a rebellion."
After the subordinate finished reporting, everyone in the hall was speechless. They hadn't expected such a thing to happen. What did this mean? It was obvious that Jiang Feixue was not dead. She had returned to the capital and reported to Jiang Batian that Feng Zixiao and others wanted to kill Jiang Batian, so Jiang Batian fabricated such a plausible reason.
"Damn it, that woman should have been killed back then."
Feng Qian shouted angrily. She couldn't bear to let her go after she had just miscarried, so she spared her life. Who knew that she would end up in this predicament? It seems that the saying "being merciful to the enemy is being cruel to oneself" is true.
"I'll go out and take a look."
Feng Zixiao angrily waved his hand and led his men out. Feng Qian followed behind him, shouting, "Brother, brother, don't go out!"
His portrait is plastered all over the capital. If he goes out and is discovered, he will be regarded as a traitor plotting against the dynasty. So it is not advisable for him to go out now.
"I will be careful."
Feng Zixiao's voice rang out. He reached out and messed up his tied-up hair, letting his long black hair fall loosely over his shoulders, mostly obscuring his face and making it difficult to see clearly. He quickly led a few people out of the West Mansion and searched along the way. Sure enough, just as his subordinates had reported, notices were posted everywhere, with his portrait on them. Many people were gathered in front of the notices, discussing them animatedly. His voice reached his ears one by one.
"Look, this person looks just like our late emperor."
"Don't talk nonsense. This is a traitor. The late emperor has been killed by bandits. Where is the late emperor now? Watch your words."
"Yes, but is this traitor in disguise, or does he really look like that?"
"Who knows? Anyway, if anyone sees this person, they must report it to the authorities, or they'll be in trouble."
Hearing these words, Feng Zixiao was so angry he almost exploded. He never expected that he, an emperor, would be reduced to a traitor. This was truly the most ridiculous joke in history.
Seeing his grim expression, his subordinates, fearing he might become agitated and anger, quickly said, "Master, let's go."
Having said that, they weren't afraid of angering Feng Zixiao. One of them grabbed their master from the left and right and left. Fortunately, Feng Zixiao didn't go berserk. He followed his men and left. Just as they were about to return to the West Mansion, they discovered that someone was following them. Feng Zixiao's face turned ugly. Could they have been targeted so quickly? He secretly gave his men a look, then led two of them around the streets. Finally, they disappeared into a small alley. When the people behind them caught up, the men in the alley jumped out and dragged the people who were following them inside.
Feng Zixiao sized up the person who was following them, not recognizing him, and asked coldly.
"Who are you, daring to follow us?"
"I was ordered to deliver this message to you."
“Send us a letter,” Feng Zixiao was a little taken aback. He glared coldly at the person who spoke. The person trembled slightly under his gloomy gaze, then quickly took out a letter and handed it over: “Someone asked me to deliver this letter to you.”
Feng Zixiao did not accept the letter directly. Instead, he carefully examined the messenger to see if the envelope had been poisoned. However, after a few close inspections, he did not find anything suspicious. Even so, he did not reach out to take the letter. Instead, he drew the sword from his waist and pointed it directly at the messenger.
“Tell me, on whose orders did you deliver this letter?”
The man, startled by the sword pointed at him, knelt down with a thud: "Sir, it's not my fault! It's not my fault! A young lady with a veiled face asked me to deliver the letter. I was short of money, so I took the job. Sir, I was wrong. I'll never do such a thing again. Please let me go, please let me go."
He never imagined that delivering a message could cost someone their life. Although he possessed some martial arts skills, he didn't want to lose his life.
Upon hearing his words, Feng Zixiao was stunned for a moment, then thought, "A young lady with her face covered, could that woman be Jiang Feixue? It's true that Jiang Feixue has returned to Jiang Batian's side, but why did she send someone to deliver a message to him? What does she want to do?"
Feng Zixiao's lips curled into a cold smile. He then reached out and took the letter from the man's hand, opened it, and began to read.
The letter even told him where Jiang Batian was currently living.
This news was simply too unbelievable for him. What exactly did Jiang Feixue mean by revealing Jiang Batian's whereabouts? Or was it a setup?
However, the letter ended with the words, "Believe it or not, it's up to you. If you don't believe me, you'll never have the chance to kill Jiang Batian in your life."
But Feng Zixiao couldn't figure out what Jiang Feixue meant, so he decided to take the letter back and deal with it later. He kicked the messenger and said, "Get out of here. If you follow us again, we'll kill you. And if you talk nonsense, we'll kill you too."
"Yes, sir. Yes, sir."
He didn't want to do this thankless task anymore. These people were clearly not easy to bully, so he scrambled away and left.
Feng Zixiao put away the letter, led a few of his men, and wandered around the streets twice more until he was sure no one was following them before quietly returning to the West Mansion.
The main hall of the West Mansion was now filled with people. Everyone had read the letter Feng Zixiao had brought back, and then they all fell silent. They were completely baffled by Jiang Feixue's actions. The only explanation they could think of was that Jiang Feixue wanted to set a trap to capture them, but it seemed unlikely that she would so openly and brazenly plot against them. Did she think they were fools? For a moment, the entire hall was silent; no one spoke, and no one could fathom Jiang Feixue's intentions.
A quarter of an hour later, Ye Lingfeng spoke sharply and deeply.
"Could it be that she's trying to kill two birds with one stone?"
I can't think of anything else besides this.
As soon as Ye Lingfeng spoke, everyone looked puzzled. It was a double-edged sword. Hai Ling was the first to react, and then Ji Shaocheng and the others also had some clues. But was that really the case?
Feng Qian continued Ye Lingfeng's words: "Could it be that Jiang Feixue was actually there the night Jiang Batian killed Liu Shi? She witnessed the fake Jiang Batian kill Liu Shi with her own eyes, so she hates Jiang Batian and has now revealed Jiang Batian's whereabouts to us. Now she wants to use Jiang Batian to get rid of us, and she also wants to use us to get rid of Jiang Batian, so that she can reap the benefits."
After Feng Qian finished speaking, everyone was certain that they couldn't think of anything else besides this.
So, the whereabouts of Jiang Batian as stated in this letter are true.
"I will immediately send someone to this place to investigate the situation."
Feng Zixiao stood up excitedly. As long as Jiang Batian was really in this place, he vowed to get rid of Jiang Batian. Even if it meant both sides would be injured in the end, he could not sit idly by and let Jiang Batian live a carefree life.
"Be careful, stay far away, and don't alert Jiang Batian. If this address is real, we must capture Jiang Batian. He probably never dreamed that his daughter would want to get rid of him."
Ye Lingfeng gave Feng Zixiao some instructions, and Feng Zixiao nodded, then waved his hand and led Feng Zihe and several of his men out.