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Dongfang raised his glass to his nose and spat out three words amidst the pungent aroma. "It won't work."

Dongfang Ze was not convinced. "How can it not work?"

Dongfang Gu lowered his head and took a sip of the bright red puer tea. He felt a bit bitter when he first swallowed it, but when he passed it through his throat, there was a kind of sweetness that spread from the base of his tongue to the surface of his tongue. The fragrance lingered in his mouth for a long time.

Dongfang Ze didn't have the mood to drink tea right now. He anxiously said, "Seventh Brother, hurry up and say it!"

"That's right, Wei Jin does have hatred towards his mother, but they are siblings after all. As the saying goes, 'We won't separate from our brothers until we've beaten them to death. We won't separate from father and son'. How could they be separated with just a few words of yours?"

These words were like a bucket of cold water poured on his head, causing Dongfang Ze's entire body to be drenched in cold water. He stubbornly said, "Who said that blood brothers and even their fathers and sisters were everywhere. The matter with Wei Wenbin had long caused them to be unscrupulous, all that is lacking is the last straw to crush them."

"The theory is correct, but …" You held the wrong straw. "

"Wrong grip?" Dongfang Ze stared blankly for a moment, then his eyes lit up. He stared at the calm Dongfang Zhi and asked, "Seventh Brother, do you have a better idea?"

Dongfang Shoudao drank half a cup of tea and said quietly, "Ninth Brother, remember this one sentence of Seventh Brother's. Don't forget the word 'estranged' at any time."

"I know, but now …"

"I know what you mean." "No matter what, they are siblings. Forcing their way in would only be counterproductive. There's only one way to make Wei Jin fall on our side, and that is to make him afraid."

"Afraid?" Dongfang Ze's face was full of confusion as he said, "Wei Jin is a minister of war, and also a relative of the royal family. What is he afraid of for no reason?"

Dongfang Zi leaned over and whispered a few sentences into his ear. After hearing these words, Dongfang Ze's face suddenly lit up. He clapped his hands and smiled, "I understand. Seventh Brother is still the best!" With that, he got up hurriedly, "I'll go look for Yang He now."

Dongfang Wenshui's anxious look made him laugh. "What are you being so anxious for? You can just go back later."

"If we're late, something will happen. It's better to make the arrangements earlier." After throwing down these words, Dongfang Ze stormed out, shaking his head in amusement at the sight.

The atmosphere in the imperial court grew increasingly tense, especially between the household and the army. Since four days ago, Li Hong and Jiang Ming, two of the top officials of the first rank, had never relaxed their expressions, especially the former, who had to face the scolding of the Eastern Wasteland almost every day.

On this day, the soldiers sent to investigate finally came back with the news. As expected, the Qi army had already broken through the Yangguan Valley and was now advancing towards Jinling. They were about eight or nine hundred miles away, and according to their speed, they would arrive outside Jinling City in less than ten days.

This situation was even more serious than previously estimated. It wouldn't take even ten days. In other words, they would only be left with three or four days at the most. Otherwise, the battle between the two armies would be too close to Nanjing.

Despite the increasing tension in the office, Wei Jin still went to the teahouse to sit for half a day every day. Today was no exception, he ordered a pot of tea and sat in the window seat he had been given upstairs as usual.

Every day, this teahouse would invite some of Jinling City's famous vaudeville team to perform here. Although it was a bit repetitive, it won in the liveliness, so the business was always good.

The news of the Qi army's approach to Jinling City was still firmly sealed up. The people knew nothing about it and continued to live their peaceful lives.

On the stage, a young man was performing with an urn on top of his foot. He was lying on the bench, with his feet on the ground. His feet were moving up and down in a fast motion.

After a while he turned the urn with one foot, and with his free foot he lifted up the other, which his companion had handed him, and turned it in the opposite direction, which was far more difficult than a single urn or turning in the same direction, and which required the juggler to do two things at once.

The man stood up and cupped his hands towards the audience below. A young servant dressed in green walked up to the stage and handed over a silver ingot that weighed about twelve pounds, "This is the reward from my master."

"Thank you very much." The man bowed in the direction of Wei Jin. These days, he received 1 gold coin per day, and the reward was always Wei Jin.

At the beginning, he had also rejected the offer. However, firstly, the silver ingots were too attractive and secondly, Wei Jin insisted on it. Therefore, he took it half-heartedly. Now, he was accustomed to it.

After the man left, Wei Jin retracted his gaze and turned to look at the bustling crowd under the window. Suddenly, the light dimmed. When he raised his eyes, he saw that there was another person in front of him.

"Minister Yang?" Wei Jin looked at the approaching person in surprise, who cupped his hands and smiled, "Greetings to the Marquis. Master Hou, do you mind if I sit here?"

"Sit!" Wei Jin took up the blue and white porcelain teapot and personally poured a cup of tea for Yang He. Although he didn't have any relationship with Yang He, but Yang He had opposed the latter several times when Wei Wenbin committed the crime. Although Wei Wenbin died in the end, he didn't forget this favor.

The latter poured a cup of tea and took a sip. After the boiling tea passed through his throat, he said, "This official has watched the juggling just now. It's really good that that person was able to do two things at once at such a young age. But then again, when this official looks at that person, I actually feel that he's similar to Prince Wei from back then!"

The corner of Wei Jin's eyes twitched at his words. He held the teacup and said expressionlessly, "It's nothing."

"If it wasn't so, why would Master Hou come here every day? On the subject of tea …" "Although this place is not bad, it is still incomparable to the treasures of the Hou Mansion. According to what this official knows, the owner of the teahouse was originally planning to change to a new acrobatic group, but was stopped by you, Master Hou!"

Wei Jin's expression turned cold as he stared at Yang He with ill intentions. "You're investigating me?"

How dare you." Yang He cupped his hands and said, "A good friend of mine is also a frequent guest of the teahouse. During a chat, I mentioned to you about meeting Master Hou, so I asked a few questions." Having said that, he heaved a long sigh and said in a low voice, "This official regrets that regarding Young Master Wei, this official has always felt that although Young Master Wei was in the wrong, he did not commit the crime of not dying, and thus was executed …" It's really too heavy.

His words caused Wei Jin's expression to soften a bit. He said in a low voice, "What's the use of saying these things now?"

"Hai." Yang He shook his head and stared at Wei Jin for a while before saying in a low voice, "Of course it's a pity about Young Master Wei, but what this official is most worried about … Instead, it's Master Hou. "

"Worried about me?" Wei Jin was surprised. "What do you mean?"