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Chapter 256 Restoration of Title
Tang Zhao, it's Tang Zhao again!
Bai Rouyin turned around with tears in her eyes and saw Tang Zhao walking over calmly, unhurriedly, as if everything had nothing to do with her.

It really had nothing to do with Tang Zhao. Tang Zhao didn't know how to cure diseases or save lives, so why would she ask her for help?
But the only person who could save her father insisted that she beg Tang Zhao.

Why?
why?
Why does Tang Zhao always have to get involved in everything, no matter when or what?

Why is it always Tang Zhao who decides the fate of their family?

Bai Rouyin was filled with despair, but she couldn't just watch her father die. No matter how wronged or humiliated she felt, she had to ask Tang Zhao for help.

Her lower lip was bitten until it bled, and a sharp pain shot through her mind. Bai Rouyin made up her mind, turned around, and bowed deeply in Tang Zhao's direction. "Please, Princess Zhaoshan, save my father's life!"

Tang Zhao neither dodged nor avoided Bai Rouyin's grand gesture.

Tang Zhao knew very well that she had to save the Earl of Zhongyong today; otherwise, the Prince of Xuan would definitely keep Bai Rouyin and her daughter until they committed an unforgivable crime.

Tang Zhao could distinguish between enduring for a while and enduring for a lifetime.

Moreover, judging from the plot, Bai Wei will eventually wear down her relationship with Prince Xuan. When that happens, if Bai Rouyin and the Marquis of Zhongyong's family dare to provoke her again, it won't be too late for her to deal with them.

"Rouyin, get up! We won't beg her!" Madam Zhao stepped forward and forcibly helped her daughter up. "Tang Zhao has a deep-seated hatred for our family. Why would she save your father?"

Tang Zhao ignored him and said to the ghost doctor beside him, "Mr. Kui, save the person."

"Really save him?" the Ghost Doctor asked again.

"Save them."

The Ghost Doctor said no more and led Gu Xuan into the tent. A moment later, the Earl of Loyalty and Bravery cried out in pain.

"Lord!" Zhao shouted, and was about to rush into the tent.

Gu Ci stopped the man, saying, "This is a restricted area of ​​the military medical camp; no unauthorized entry is permitted."

Zhao glared at Gu Ci with hatred. He was no good either!
Tang Zhao sneered, "Let the Lady of Zhongyong come in if she wants. Just don't blame us for spreading germs to the Marquis of Zhongyong!"

Upon hearing this, Zhao immediately dared not venture inside.

Tang Zhao, too lazy to look any longer, turned around and strode away to the royal tent.

Inside the royal tent, the military doctor was bandaging King Xuan's wounds. When Tang Zhao entered, the doctor quickly finished bandaging the wounds and then withdrew.

As King Xuan put on his outer robe, he asked, "How is Lao Bai?"

"Mr. Kui is receiving treatment," Tang Zhao said truthfully. "Whether he survives or not depends on himself."

King Xuan knew that Tang Zhao and the Zhongyong Earl's family were at odds, but the Zhongyong Earl had been injured while saving him, and he couldn't bear to watch him die.

"Today, I consider this a debt your father owes you. I will make it up to you when the opportunity arises in the future."

Tang Zhao looked at the wound on Prince Xuan's shoulder and asked, "How could Father be so badly injured?"

King Xuan has spent half his life on the battlefield and is now the commander-in-chief of an army. He rarely goes to the battlefield, and when he does, he is heavily guarded by his soldiers. How could he have been so seriously injured?
The mention of this incident infuriated King Xuan. "Damn it! Those Tibetan soldiers went even crazier, relentlessly attacking me while ignoring everyone else!"

"I'm just wondering, am I really that hated?"

King Xuan glanced at Tang Zhao, whose expression was solemn, and said, "I naturally find it strange, especially that cold arrow, which was shot at me from behind."

Behind King Xuan were soldiers of the Great Yu Kingdom.

"Has anyone been caught?"

"He's dead. After shooting the poisoned arrow, he cleanly and decisively slit his own throat."

"I have already sent people to investigate, but so far there has been no news at all. This person seems to have appeared out of thin air. In this vast military camp, not a single person knows him!" Tang Zhao glanced at the exasperated Prince Xuan, "Then, regarding the matter of the Marquis of Zhongyong taking the arrow for you, is that...?"

King Xuan understood Tang Zhao's unspoken words. It was precisely because he also had doubts that he had to save the Earl of Zhongyong; otherwise, the debt of saving his life would truly be impossible to prove after his death.

The royal tent fell silent for a moment. After a stick of incense had burned, Gu Ci entered and said, "The poisoned arrow has been removed, and the Marquis of Zhongyong is temporarily unharmed."

King Xuan was overjoyed and insisted on visiting the Earl of Loyalty and Courage despite his injuries.

Just as Jiang Yiming was about to report the matter of the poisoned arrow, Prince Xuan swept past him like a gust of wind.

Jiang Yiming: 。 。 。 。 。 。

Who is pressuring for a result?

"Still no one recognizes the archer?"

Jiang Yiming turned around and saw Tang Zhao with a cold face. He reported truthfully, "Yes, we asked everyone in the military camp, but no one recognized that person."

Although there were many soldiers in the Northwest Army, they spent a lot of time together. Even if they couldn't remember each other's names, they could at least be familiar with each other's faces.

But now, there isn't a single person I recognize.

This shows that the archer was not a member of the Northwest Army.

So here's the question: if they weren't Northwest Army soldiers, where did the Northwest Army uniforms come from?
It is important to understand that in battle, uniforms are an important basis for distinguishing friend from foe. Soldiers subconsciously believe that those wearing the same uniform are their comrades.

"We counted the number of people before we set off, so there shouldn't be any problems," Gu Ci said, pursing her lips. "Then the problem can only arise on the battlefield."

During the war between Tibet and Dayu, the archer put on the uniform of the Northwest Army, disguised himself as a soldier of the Northwest Army, and infiltrated the Northwest Army. Then, he waited for the right moment to shoot the poisoned arrow.

“That should be the case,” Jiang Yiming agreed, “but with just this one clue, it will be difficult to find out who is behind it.”

Although the uniforms of the Northwest Army were unique to the soldiers of the Northwest Army, the Ministry of War and the Ministry of Revenue had copies of the patterns and designs of the uniforms. To put it bluntly, a couple of years ago when the imperial court did not pay the soldiers, their princes even secretly found tailors to sew uniforms.

"Now it seems that the most important clue still lies with the Marquis of Zhongyong."

The timing of the Marquis of Zhongyong's rescue of King Xuan was too coincidental, so coincidental that it was as if he knew in advance that King Xuan was in danger and was waiting to shield him from arrows.

Jiang Yiming said, "I will send someone to keep a close eye on Marquis Zhongyong. If he really has a problem, we can prepare in advance."

Tang Zhao suddenly spoke up, "What reward will Father bestow upon the Earl of Zhongyong for today's events?"

“In the battles of the past few days, the Marquis of Zhongyong has shown great bravery, and today he saved the Prince. It is certain that he will be reinstated to his original position,” Jiang Yiming analyzed. “As for the title of Marquis, that depends on fate.”

Tang Zhao was displeased.

Sure enough, two months later, the imperial court sent an envoy with an imperial edict, restoring the Marquis title of Marquis Zhongyong to his meritorious service in saving King Xuan, and appointing him as General Zhongyong, to continue serving in the Northwest Army.

For a time, the Marquis of Zhongyong's mansion was bustling with visitors, regaining its former glory.

To celebrate this joyous occasion, Lady Zhao, the wife of the Marquis of Zhongyong, specially hosted a banquet, inviting noble families from all over the Northwest.

Qiu Yu curled her lip in disdain, "It's just that he was restored to the title of marquis, I really don't know what he has to show off."

Tang Zhao put down the invitation sent by the Marquis of Zhongyong's residence, saying, "The Marquis of Zhongyong's wife has ulterior motives."

Chunfeng guessed, "Does the young lady mean that the Lady of Zhongyong Marquis is looking for a match for Miss Zhongyong Marquis?"

Tang Zhao nodded, "Let's see who's unlucky."