I support the army through farming and business.

Chapter 271 Little Eight
Just as Tang Zhao was being carried out of the Marquis of Zhongyong's residence by his personal guards, Gu Ci arrived on horseback.

Having heard Wu Yi'er recount the whole story halfway there, Gu Ci's face turned frosty. Without saying a word, he picked up Tang Zhao and strode towards the Protector General's Mansion.

Tang Zhao glanced at Gu Ci's expression and said with a grin, "If someone didn't know better, they would think I injured my leg."

Gu Ci lowered his eyes, "I thought you had injured your head."

Tang Zhao:. . . . . .

Your swearing is so foul!
But soon, Tang Zhao witnessed what it meant to be filthy beyond measure.

Dr. Zhong burst out cursing, "Did you grow a head just to make up for your height or to look like a normal person?"

"If she wants to die, then let her die! Why do you care so much? Do you live by the sea?"

"Just like your maternal grandfather, he had nowhere to put his sympathy but fed it to the dogs at Renxintang. It was a good opportunity for them to change their diet after eating too much medicine."

Tang Zhao wiped the spittle off his face with a handkerchief.

The Ghost Doctor sat in a chair, drinking tea, eating snacks, and watching the commotion.

Doctor Pei re-bandaged Tang Zhao's bandages. "Girl, you can't do that again. You're killing the three of us old men."

“If anything happens to you, none of the three of us will have to live anymore. We can just drink our medicine and go see your maternal grandfather.”

Tang Zhao nodded obediently, "I will never dare to do it again."

The Ghost Doctor stood up. "Then I'll kill that Bai guy right now!"

"No!" Tang Zhao sat up abruptly. "You can't kill her!"

The Ghost Doctor was puzzled. "Why?"

"Because I have a three-year agreement with her."

"You make your own appointments, I didn't make any appointments with her."

Tang Zhao:. . . . . .

Unable to come up with a reason, Tang Zhao resorted to pleading, "You just can't kill her. If you do, I won't live either!"

The Ghost Doctor wasn't buying it. "Really? Then I'll definitely give it a try."

"Grandfather, you must do justice for me!" Tang Zhao cried out, "Look at the kind of people you've associated with! They wish their granddaughter were dead!"

The Ghost Doctor was speechless.

"Grandfather, if I break my promise, I will have no face to live in this world anymore. At that time, I will slit my throat and come down to find you!"

"Alright, alright!" the Ghost Doctor couldn't take it anymore. "Stop howling!"

"I'll keep an eye on that girl surnamed Bai for you."

Tang Zhao's expression changed instantly. "Thank you, Grandpa Ghost Doctor."

The Ghost Doctor turned and left.

Doctor Zhong and Doctor Pei went downstairs to brew the medicine, leaving only Gu Ci and Tang Zhao inside.

Gu Ci was speechless at Tang Zhao's pitiful look, as if she were an abandoned puppy. He sighed, sat down on the edge of the bed, and asked, "Does it still hurt?"

"It hurts!" Tang Zhao pouted. "It hurts so much!"

"If you don't want to talk about it, I won't ask," Gu Ci said, not daring to look at Tang Zhao's injured arm. "But if there's a next time, Tang Zhao, I really won't let you off so easily!"

Tang Zhao reached out and wrapped her undamaged left arm around Gu Ci's waist, snuggling into his arms like a puppy. "I promise, this is the last time."

Gu Ci reluctantly believed her.

After feeding Tang Zhao her medicine and coaxing her to sleep, Gu Ci hurriedly returned to the military camp.

【Host】

"Fuck away!"

[Is that three-year promise real?] "Of course!"

What if Bai Rouyin tries to kill you again three years later?

"Can you please listen to what I have to say."

【....you say】

"Nonsense, of course it's fake, it's just a delaying tactic."

"Three years from now, I'll have already accumulated a thousand life points and be living a carefree life. Whether we make plans or not, who cares!"

[As expected, it's still the host I know.]

Tang Zhao turned over and fell into a deep sleep.

Northwest military camp, dungeon.

After being subjected to severe torture, Wan Qian was no longer recognizable as a human. He burst into laughter when he saw the Marquis of Zhongyong and his wife, along with the Bai clan members, who had been imprisoned there.

"Bai Wei, I thought you and King Xuan were conspiring to deceive me and gain some benefit, but it turns out you're just like me, destined to die a horrible death."

"But I'm much better off than you. My family is all in Luoyang, at least they're not in mortal danger, while your family and clan will all have to go to hell with you!"

"Wanqian!" Bai Wei shouted through the iron bars, "I didn't betray you!"

"Pah! You didn't betray me? Then how did Gu Ci know my hiding place? Besides the Flying Dragon Guards, only you know that place!"

"I don't know what happened either, but I really didn't betray you, much less His Majesty!"

Bai Wei thought of Lian Qiao, "Perhaps some of you in the Flying Dragon Guard have defected to Prince Xuan."

"Nonsense! We Flying Dragon Guards are brothers who have risked our lives for each other!"

The Flying Dragon Guards in the other cells retorted, "Our families are all in Luoyang, how could we possibly betray His Majesty!"

“King Xuan, now that things have come to this, you must at least let me die knowing the truth,” Bai Wei asked the King Xuan standing before him. “The poisoned wine was tipped off by Lian Qiao, but who told you where the Flying Dragon Guards were hiding?”

"Leader of the Flying Dragon Guard."

"Nonsense!" Wanqian stared wide-eyed at her only eye.

"You should remember this person, right?"

From a dark corner, a boy of about seventeen or eighteen, who looked like a shop assistant, came out and bowed to Bai Wei, saying, "My Lord."

"It's you!" Bai Wei's eyes flickered, and he instantly understood.

"Who is he?" Wan Qian thought the waiter looked familiar, but couldn't remember where he had seen him before.

“I was once a gatekeeper at the small gate of the Marquis of Zhongyong’s mansion, and I had the honor of seeing you once on a winter morning,” Xiao Ba said. “At that time, you were not the commander of the Flying Dragon Guard, but just a servant who delivered charcoal.”

Wan Qian suddenly realized, "Bai Wei, how come he's still alive?"

Bai Wei sat on the hay. "I had him beaten thirty times and thrown out of the mansion."

Wan Qian shouted, "You should have just beaten him to death!"

"What the commander says is true. It's a pity that I was not meant to die. When I was about to freeze to death, I met a kind person who took me home and called a doctor for me, which saved my life."

"After I recovered, I was fortunate enough to become a shop assistant at the cake shop. I recognized you immediately when you went to buy a cake there before."

Xiao Ba laughed heartily. Who didn't know that Princess Zhaoshan and the Marquis of Zhongyong's family were at odds? Anyone who associated with the Marquis of Zhongyong's family was naturally Princess Zhaoshan's enemy!

So he told the shopkeeper about it, and the shopkeeper, as expected, told the princess. He, a lowly servant who had barely even seen the Marquis a few times, had actually met the princess.

Xiao Ba still remembers how tolerant and kind the princess was to him; there was not a trace of disdain in her eyes, only admiration.

Sure enough, he became the second-in-command of the cake shop the next day.

Later, based on his description, the princess drew a portrait of the servant who delivered charcoal that day, and even asked him to secretly search for the person in the portrait with the personal guards of the Protector General's Mansion.

Persistence pays off, and Wanqian was finally found near a dilapidated house in the northern part of the city.