He tricked his amnesiac partner into becoming crippled.

Chapter 224 The Marquis Has No Clever Heart 1

[A hot-tempered marquis VS a shrewd strategist]

The north wind howled, carrying a biting chill; late autumn had arrived, and the bare campsite was desolate and lonely.

A lone goose cried out in the distance, and the shouts of the soldiers in the camp sounded like muffled thunder.

The felt tent trembled in the cold wind, while the stove inside burned brightly. Listening to the sharp wind, Wen Yan slowly picked up the teapot and poured hot tea into her cup.

Clear water flowed from the tea spout, and the aroma of tea permeated her slender fingers.

"Report."

The smooth flow of words was interrupted. Without raising her eyebrows, Wen Yanmei said in a low voice, "Go in."

The soldier who entered bowed his head and respectfully reported, "Reporting to the military advisor, the Marquis has led his army north and has reached the north side of Xushan Mountain. He awaits your orders."

Wen Yan nodded slightly, her face pale: "Very good. Let's set up camp here and wait for me... cough cough cough, let's discuss it after I get there."

"This is absolutely not allowed!" The soldier was anxious and hurriedly looked up at Wen Yan, his tiger eyes filled with worry: "The Marquis has ordered that you are unwell and need to rest properly. The front line is dangerous and the weather is bitterly cold. We don't know when it will snow. You can't take it."

Wen Yan was barely breathing, and although it was not yet the dead of winter, he was already wrapped up tightly in layers of clothing. He looked weak, and his black hair was tied up high, but he had no spirit at all.

She waved her hand, "It's alright."

The soldier tried to persuade her further, but she interrupted him, "How is the sir? Has he woken up?"

"Reporting to the military advisor, no."

"Send someone to take good care of him; I'll discuss everything when I return."

"military adviser……"

"Alright, go and bring... cough cough cough... the foal."

The soldier couldn't dissuade her and reluctantly agreed.

Wen Yan put on a fur coat and waited by the stove, where her cold hands gradually warmed up under the heat.

She sighed softly and rubbed her temples. This world was different from all the previous ones, and the original owner of this body was unique.

Simply put, this is a story of a woman who, having committed a crime, disguises herself as a man, rises from a refugee to a prime minister and then to a regent, ultimately leading to the downfall of a dynasty.

The original owner was the son of the prefect of Yuanzhou. His mother was detained in a villa for committing a crime. However, she was already pregnant when she was sent there. Ten months later, she gave birth to the original owner, but lied to the outside world that she had given birth to a son.

The prefect of Yuan was overjoyed. He was nearly fifty years old and had a lot of daughters. He had always dreamed of having a son. Now, he not only brought the original owner's mother home, but also cherished the original owner like a precious gem.

Yuan, the prefect, was an official who was neither good nor bad, just a law-abiding citizen. One day, he was suddenly exposed for embezzling military funds, and his whole family was exiled to the Northwest. The original owner of the body, who was eight years old, was sent away by him at the cost of his life.

The remaining fifty members of the Yuan family perished on the way to exile in the Northwest. The original owner of this body followed his mother, who was beautiful and talented, and had no choice but to continue fleeing as a man in order to survive.

The emperor was old, and his four sons fought tooth and nail for power. The court was rife with factional antagonism, and the imperial examinations became a tool for these four factions to fight. The officials selected for the post were illiterate and completely incompetent in governing the country. Once their term was up, they were immediately recalled to the capital to choose sides, leaving the people to suffer unspeakably.

The original owner's idea of ​​entering the imperial court through the imperial examination to overturn his father's case is no longer feasible.

After many years of wandering, by chance, the fifteen-year-old original owner caught the eye of a master. The original owner had the ability to remember everything he saw, and was especially good at scheming against people's hearts. He was particularly liked by the master and was taken in as his last disciple.

The gentleman is the maternal uncle of Liang Jinglan, the Marquis of Zhenbei. After completing his studies, the original owner was appointed as the military advisor in the army camp under the gentleman's arrangement.

The original owner was ambitious and only used her teacher as a stepping stone, climbing up whenever she had the chance. Sure enough, as soon as the Fourth Prince extended an olive branch to her, she betrayed her teacher without looking back, sold the map, and turned to side with the Fourth Prince.

Having seen the ways of people along the way, she became increasingly obsequious, spending her days studying the ways of officialdom. As soon as she climbed to the position of prime minister, she betrayed the fourth prince and then, in one fell swoop, framed the other three princes.

The old emperor trusted her and made her regent after his death. She indulged in extravagance and pleasure amidst the corpses of the common people, and the court was thrown into chaos by her actions.

Until the rebel army besieged the city, the original owner was shot through by an arrow and fell on the bluestone slab that her sedan chair had walked over countless times, and the horse's hooves trampled her bones into a pulp.

The dynasty was completely overthrown, several generations of warlords vied for power, and new and old dynasties alternated. It took more than a hundred years and five generations for the situation to gradually stabilize.

The original owner never managed to overturn the verdict against his father until his death.

The original owner has now accepted the Fourth Prince's offer and poisoned her husband. She arrived at the scene of the crime.

The original owner's body was extremely weak due to his childhood wanderings; just lifting the doctor and placing him on the bed to detoxify him exhausted all his strength.

With her eyes rolled back and she barely clinging to life, she urgently sent a message to the Marquis of Zhenbei, ordering him to quickly lead his troops to the north of Xushan before collapsing.

It's only now that I've recovered.

The soldier led over a foal, and Wen Yan poured a bowl of bitter medicine down its throat. He wrapped himself tightly in his fur coat, mounted the horse, and spurred it forward.

Startled, Zuo Lang whipped the horse's rump, and the horse whistled and ran ahead of Wen Yan. He then called several soldiers to protect Wen Yan on both sides, and they hurried towards the north of Xushan.

Wen Yan had a headache. The original owner had already sold the map to the Xiongnu. There were traps everywhere north of Xushan, making it extremely difficult to break through.

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Forward camp.

Liang Jinglan nearly overturned the table: "You just watched him come without even trying to stop him?! What's the point of him coming here? Can't you just leave the message to me?!"

"His frail body gets sick in three days from just a gust of wind. My uncle will definitely scold me again when he wakes up!"

Liang Jinglan was both angry and worried. She was angry at Wen Yan, and worried about her uncle who was unconscious on the bed.

"My lord, you must not show your emotions." Wen Yan lifted the curtain with uneven breath, glanced at him indifferently, and smiled but not into her eyes.

Liang Jinglan choked on his words, awkwardly touched the tip of his nose, and silently retreated to the side.

He was clad in silver armor, tall and imposing, with his black hair tied up, his brows furrowed and his thin lips slightly pursed, exuding the unique aura of a general.

Wen Yan put down the tent flap and sat on the military chair. There were only two people in the camp, and she was the only one sitting there. There was also hot tea to drink.

After drinking some warm tea, his headache eased a bit. A new stove had been lit inside the tent, and Liang Jinglan's forehead was dripping with sweat.

The table was rearranged, and Wen Yan took off her fur coat and tossed it to Liang Jinglan.

The tall man, who had just taken off his armor, his muscles bulging, was covered by a fur coat. His lips twitched, but he held back and took it, placing it aside.

Wen Yan took the map and pointed to a few places. "Here, here, and here, the original plans for these places are cancelled."

Liang Jinglan was stunned for a moment, then flew into a rage: "What do you mean, cancel it? Wasn't this something you and your uncle agreed on? We were about to call it, and now you're canceling it? Are you kidding me?"

Wen Yan covered her ears and turned her head away, quietly watching him. She waited until he was almost done getting angry before bringing up her teacher again, tapping the map with her fingertips, and asked slowly, "What did your teacher tell you before?"

Liang Jinglan said reluctantly, "If anything happens to him, we'll follow the strategist's orders."

“Very good, Your Excellency remembers it perfectly.”

"But we've already set up ambushes in these places, why abandon them?" Liang Jinglan was still puzzled. Seeing Wen Yan coughing badly, he frowned, patted her back, and poured her some tea to soothe her throat.

"Send a few skilled and observant men to inspect these places, and you will understand."

Liang Jinglan was about to ask again, but seeing that Wen Yan was really tired and her face was as white as paper, he stopped and changed his answer.

"Who else can rival my skills and eyesight? I'll go myself."

Wen Yan: "Your Excellency may go, but send several men to the places I indicate, and be quick."

Although Liang Jinglan found it strange, he obediently sent people to investigate as she instructed.

"He was the one who devised the plan and claimed it was a clever strategy, but she was also the one who gave up at the last minute..."

Youlang complained, but was stopped by Liang Jinglan after only a couple of sentences. Liang Jinglan's eyes still showed worry.

"He is my uncle's last disciple. My uncle's judgment of people is never wrong... right?"

Wen Yan had been in the military camp for about a month and had fallen ill three or four times. She was as fragile as a porcelain doll, but she had actually commanded and won battles and handled the rear situation very well.

His uncle had tried to persuade him, saying that he was impulsive and lacked understanding of people's hearts, which was exactly what Wen Yan was good at. He should listen to Wen Yan.

There have been hundreds, if not thousands, of similar statements; he's heard them so many times they're practically calloused.

Having heard it so many times, he naturally took it to heart. Moreover, Wen Yan was indeed capable; within just one month of arriving, everyone in the military camp respected him.

Right Lang: "Lord Marquis?"

Liang Jinglan: "Never mind, let's go and see the place first."