leonardwarren 0022 Tusu's Worship, Yujing's Spy
0022 Tusu's Worship, Yujing's Spy
"Your Highness, you can win like this?"
[This is truly unbelievable!]
Miss Tu Su sat in the sedan chair, unable to contain her amazement.
The light of adoration in his eyes was irrepressible.
It was clearly such a crazy plan.
One wrong step and you're doomed.
Your Highness, however, remained so calm and composed.
It's simply a miracle.
Tu Su studied divination and the "Cai Shen Jing" (a classic text on divination), which gave rise to an inner personality that only believed in probability.
Everything is a number, and everything is a probability.
The problem is that Zhao Jingzhen is really proceeding step by step. First, she killed Du Jin, then Wei Kai, and now she has broken the Dao heart of the world's number one female constable.
These are all low-probability events.
All achieved.
This was unbelievable to Miss Tu Su.
The inner personality opposes the plan.
On the way here, Li Ren said:
"The chances of this plan succeeding are close to zero."
"Yujing has fallen, and the Xuanwu army has entered the city."
"The Six Doors surrendered, the Embroidered Uniform Guard changed hands, and the Beijing Garrison rebelled."
"Only the imperial palace and the crown prince's residence remain to put up a resistance."
"Returning to Yujing, the chances of victory are less than half."
"The chance of infiltrating the imperial tomb is only one in a thousand."
Even if they succeed, the chances of escaping alive are extremely slim.
"Your Highness was able to escape from Yujing only because the enemy underestimated you and had laid an ambush, which is why you were able to remain calm and composed."
"Any disturbance at the imperial tombs will inevitably trigger a full-scale counterattack."
The analysis of the inner personality is insightful and penetrating.
Zhao Jing nodded with a smile:
"What Miss Tu said is absolutely right."
"But this is the only chance of winning."
"I simply chose to win."
"Besides this, does Tu Su have a foolproof plan to win?"
The inner personality is silent.
No.
She cannot offer that kind of hope.
All analysis came to an abrupt end.
Tu Su, switching to the dominant personality, explained somewhat shyly:
"Your Highness, she does not support it, but says she is deeply grateful and willing to give her life to accompany you."
"This doesn't involve probability."
Zhao Jing chuckled; these two personalities were quite interesting.
They don't believe in winning, but they're willing to come along.
It's different now.
They fought their way in.
Zhao Jing didn't know what the other personality thought.
But Tu Su began to believe it.
Could this crazy plan actually succeed?
She was so excited that she finally gave a heartfelt praise.
Zhao Jing simply replied calmly:
It's a small matter.
Remember this: I will lead you to victory, until the very end.
To become a king and reach the pinnacle of the world, one must win an impossible war and overturn all established probabilities.
Emperor Guangwu won the Battle of Kunyang.
Emperor Taizong of Tang won the Battle of Hulao Pass.
Emperor Taizu of Ming won the Battle of Poyang Lake.
Liu Bei was defeated at Yiling, and Chuang Wang was defeated at Yipianshi, leaving behind only regrets for a thousand years.
The difference between hegemony and imperial power is nothing more than this.
Therefore, we must win.
Even if the odds are slim, we must win!
This is an obsession, and even more so, a goal.
Miss Tu Su's beautiful eyes sparkled, unable to contain her emotions.
At this moment, Zhao Jing was as dazzling as the sun, making it impossible for anyone to look directly at him.
Even through the Thousand Illusion Pearl, this voice was enough to warm people's hearts.
Tu Su was inherently insecure.
Because their biological father deserted, the Yun family, residing in the martial Jianzhou, suffered constant bullying.
She always had a habit of looking down and hiding herself.
Because the ridicule and stones thrown by the surrounding crowd were always with him.
"Look, the deserters are here."
"Why are they still here!"
"Perhaps it's one of their lovers protecting them, mother and daughter."
"Ugh, how shameless!"
Tu Su could only pretend to be deaf and dumb and avoid the crowd.
This fostered a timid and shy personality.
Only when she is immersed in numerology does she have a moment of confidence, and gradually develop her inner personality.
The inner personality is a safe haven.
Probability, analysis.
Everything is for the sake of protecting myself and making myself confident.
Zhao Jing's absolute confidence made her yearn to follow him and share in his brilliance.
I wish to follow Your Highness.
Not for gratitude or righteousness, but for this ray of light.
Tu Su nodded emphatically, his eyes glazed over.
This humble woman believes in Your Highness.
[But that female constable is not simple; she seems to have heterochromia.]
Your Highness, please be careful.
Zhao Jing chuckled and answered affirmatively:
I know she will definitely catch up.
The Cold Noodle Devil isn't so easily defeated.
Moreover, she possesses the ability to track down targets across vast distances.
Tu Su couldn't help but feel nervous:
【Your Highness, what should we do?】
Zhao Jing chuckled:
[Let's find a place and take care of her!]
She caught up with him, so he killed her.
The Cold Noodle Rakshasa is not someone to be trifled with.
Zhao Jingfang used every means at his disposal to turn a criminal case into a political one.
This could only force her to be unable to mobilize the power of the Six Doors.
For the sake of her beliefs, she must come alone.
Even if I have to do it all by myself, I will get to the bottom of this.
Leng Huazhu is that kind of person.
Zhao Jing didn't soften his stance, and calmly added:
We'll find a hidden spot, lure them into a trap, and eliminate any future trouble.
So, you choose the location.
Tu Su had already made a plan:
[Your Highness, the Fuwei Warehouse in Anmin District is the most suitable location, as it is heavily fortified with secret mechanisms.]
Zhao Jing raised an eyebrow:
[Fuwei Warehouse?]
Tu Su explained:
It is a property of the Fuwei Escort Agency.
[Fuwei Escort Agency is nominally a vassal of the Seven Seas Alliance, but in reality, it is a spy for the Crown Prince.]
It was founded in Minzhou by the Lin family ancestors and has been passed down for four generations.
Because the escort agency possessed superior martial arts techniques, they were caught in a trap and their entire family was wiped out, leaving only their sole son, Lin Qingshan.
[Just then, my adoptive father was transporting perfume and passed through this area; he reported this to the Crown Prince.]
[His Highness the Crown Prince, knowing of Lin Qingshan's extraordinary martial arts skills and recognizing his talent, helped him seek revenge.]
Later, Lin Qingshan rebuilt the escort agency, trafficked in perfumes, and expanded his business by leveraging the Seven Seas Alliance.
His body was in the martial world, but his heart was in the Eastern Palace.
My father's ability to conceal his talents is truly exceptional.
I'd rather earn less than expose myself.
Zhao Jing muttered to himself.
Hidden Mist Tea House is affiliated with the Eldest Princess, and Fuwei Escort Agency is affiliated with the Seven Seas Alliance; both are backdoor listings.
They've paid a lot in protection money.
But this is the only way to secure the position of Crown Prince.
We want both.
Too weak; the emperor believes you cannot hold onto the throne.
It's too powerful; the emperor can't sleep.
Zhao Jing's father delivered a perfect answer: he was a good grandson.
His acting was mediocre, yet he possessed a hidden ability to maintain the status quo.
As a result, the eldest princess told her brother that exams were useless, only flipping the table was useful.
Zhao Jing shook off his distracting thoughts and gave the order:
"Go to Fuwei Warehouse."
"Yes, young master!"
While Zhao Jing was chatting with Tu Su, Chen Zhong and his men drove around Anmin District in sedan chairs, trying to shake off their pursuers.
Yujing is a large city with over five million permanent residents and an even larger floating population.
The outer city had seventy-two gates of various sizes, serving as a passage for people to enter and exit for work, and for merchants to come and go, with a constant flow of traffic.
Even with 100,000 troops, the Xuanwu Army was only able to barely seal off the exits.
Each department has only about a thousand students.
This is the source of Zhao Jing's confidence to kill.
If they stay for two or three days, they will inevitably be exposed.
It's not a big problem to delay it for a day.
Chen Zhong led the way, his spiritual senses fully activated, guiding the group to avoid the patrols.
The capital city is quiet tonight.
The group circled around before finally arriving at the Fuwei warehouse.
The warehouse was completely surrounded.
Your turn.
Yes, young master.
The copper coin shot out in a wonderful parabola, soaring over the wall and into the gatehouse.
These copper coins come with their own secret code.
A kerosene lamp was lit in the hut.
Although it did not emit light like a magic stone, this new type of kerosene lamp was very popular.
Soon, one lamp, two lamps, three lamps...
The other party responded with a coded signal by lighting kerosene lamps, which were then extinguished one by one.
Seeing this, Miss Tu Su replied in a low voice:
"Leave first, then come back."
The code will tell you everything.
The other party asked to leave first and then return, using this action to verify the authenticity of the offer.
The group followed orders and temporarily withdrew. After circling around again, they returned to find that the side door was already open.
The gate remains tightly closed.
The group immediately accelerated, and the Blood Raven Flying Carriage vanished in a blur.
call!
The side door was covered with silence stickers to eliminate all sound.
The side door closed silently.
chap!
The lights suddenly came on, and what greeted everyone was the cold sight of crossbows aimed at them.
Taking advantage of the favorable terrain, the people in the warehouse held bows and crossbows, and even rifles could be seen.
Wang Younian and his men felt their hair stand on end and drew their swords.