They were in charge of being beautiful, and she was in charge of taking the hits.

Chapter 223 Plotting a Major Event

Immediately, three or five people, carrying water and towels, were combing their hair, adorning themselves with flowers, and drawing their eyebrows.

With a little dressing up, I look quite energetic. Looking at myself in the bronze mirror, it's as if I'm wearing a mask.

He tried to force a smile, but his eyes were full of falsehood.

"The Prime Minister and His Highness have important matters to discuss, so it may not be appropriate for the master to go."

“As long as Your Highness has not divorced me, I will still be the master of this household.”

"Can't I even manage you servants?"

Those who said this could not refute it, and when Wu Chengye blamed them, they would be the ones to suffer.

"Please tell them not to make things difficult for the younger ones."

"Step aside!"

After all, his own mother came, so he has powerful backing.

They all reluctantly made way for each other.

Sima Lingyu went out of the room to look at the sky, and it seemed as if the sky had changed.

Thinking to myself, it seems like things are really about to change!

Wu Chengye never expected that the Prime Minister would come to her residence.

He had invited him several times before, but the prime minister had refused each time.

After all, we are both in high positions, and the Empress already had some reservations about her, so of course I have to be cautious.

The fact that he actually came to her residence this time shows he's given up on everything.

Instead of greeting him, Wu Chengye went out and teased, "How dare the Prime Minister come to my residence? I am truly astonished!"

"Your Highness, given the current situation, you still have the leisure to talk about such trivial matters."

"No, Prime Minister, please come in."

When the Prime Minister came in, he gave the steward a wink.

The gist of it was to send her to check what Sima Lingyu was doing, so she wouldn't cause any more trouble.

But before the steward could even leave the house, Sima Lingyu had already appeared in front of the courtyard.

Moreover, he was holding a tea tray in his hand, and there seemed to be nothing unusual about it.

"Mother, Your Highness, I've come to serve tea."

He appeared gentle and respectful, showing no signs of depression. Wu Chengye clenched his fists and kept giving the steward meaningful glances.

The butler shook his head, unsure of what was going on. Logically, someone should be watching him from his doorway; why was he coming out?

"Hmm." The Prime Minister, having accepted the tea, nodded slightly to Sima Lingyu.

He looked him up and down; it seemed he hadn't suffered here.

Sima Lingyu then placed the tea next to Wu Chengye's table and stood respectfully to one side, creating a harmonious scene.

Wu Chengye didn't dare to make a scene in front of the Prime Minister, and just sat there with a forced smile, but she dared not drink that cup of tea.

Moreover, the Prime Minister did not drink that cup of tea, showing extreme caution.

But there was nothing added to the tea; it was just ordinary tea.

"Lingyu, you may leave. The Second Prince and I have some matters to discuss."

"Mother, is there anything I can't hear? I know about all the things you're discussing."

Both of them stared at him in shock, while Wu Chengye suppressed his anger.

"What do you know, you man!"

"This concerns the entire mansion or the entire Prime Minister's residence."

"I don't want to die in a daze!"

The Prime Minister's opinion of his son had changed drastically.

In her eyes, Sima Lingyu used to be the kind of person who was gentle and obedient, and would listen to whatever she said.

Why are you speaking so sharply now!

"Lingyu! Weren't you taught proper etiquette before you got married?!"

"Prime Minister, it is my fault for not controlling my husband properly."

"Stop putting on airs! You'll die if things don't go smoothly!"

As he said this, the butler was already sweating profusely.

How dare he say such insolent things in front of the two lords?

But what he said bluntly was indeed true: if things didn't work out, both families would really die!

Wu Chengye refrained from making a move, and Sima Zongcheng wouldn't do something so disrespectful.

They all looked at him with cold eyes, probably thinking he was crazy.

"Butler, the master has been overworked and worrying these past few days, and he's been talking nonsense. Take him away immediately!"

We can't let him continue. If he keeps going, the last shred of decency will be torn away!

The steward immediately stepped forward and grabbed Sima Lingyu, trying to take him away, but Sima Lingyu did not struggle.

He only glanced back and smiled, his expression utterly desolate. It was only then that the Prime Minister realized that he was probably not having a comfortable time in this mansion either.

After the steward took Sima Lingyu away, the Prime Minister and Wu Chengye continued their business discussion.

The Prime Minister then produced a letter containing a list of the heavy weapons that had been manufactured.

There were as many as three hundred heavy repeating crossbows.

The border area had as many as four thousand horses, not to mention countless other cold weapons such as knives, spears, swords, and halberds.

I wonder how many years the Prime Minister has been planning this!

"Prime Minister, I had no idea about these things before. Did you have this planned all along?"

"Now that things have come to this, Your Highness and I are in the same boat. What difference does it make whether it's sooner or later?"

"What is the meaning of the Prime Minister handing this list to me?"

"I need you to draw attention to the city gate so I can transport all of this to Rongyang!"

"Rongyang County is the county closest to the border between the Wu Dynasty and Xiao Rong, you...!"

"Is Your Highness afraid if you wish to accomplish great things?"

How could Wu Chengji not be afraid? But the arrow was already on the bowstring and had to be released.

Having come this far, we have no choice but to grit our teeth and keep going.

When will we leave the city?

"It's tomorrow, hopefully nothing will change."

But who knew that when Sima Lingyu went out and quietly returned to his room, the steward didn't instruct anyone to keep an eye on him.

So the guards didn't take it seriously. Sima Lingyu came out again and threw a letter out when he reached the back door.

He probably knew what his mother was plotting with Wu Chengye.

The letter was picked up by a passerby who looked like a street vendor and delivered to Jiu'an Prefecture.

However, Wu Ziyan was still at the Holy Martial Division and had not returned at all, so he was directly handed over to Sima Lingchuan.

He looked at the familiar handwriting; wasn't that his brother's?

The things written above concern nine generations of one's family!

However, since Wu Ziyan is not in the manor, no one can make a decision on such an important matter.

Moreover, he was just a stay-at-home husband who had long been confined to the inner quarters; it was impossible for him to go to Wu Chengye's residence now and catch her red-handed.

But for now, it seems that's the only way. He can go out through the back door and then send someone to inform Wu Chengji.

It would be good if he went to their door first to stall them for a while.

He immediately took action, changed into civilian clothes, and instructed his men to prepare a carriage to exit through the back door.

But just as he stepped out, Wu Ziyan's letter arrived at Jiu'an Prefecture, and she herself was about to return home.

But by sheer coincidence, the two of them missed each other.

Wu Ziyan was unaware of the situation outside and was still in the room with Mo Baiyun, being all lovey-dovey.