Young master, why not become a corpse immortal?

Chapter 277 Reunion

The three Zeng brothers were riding forward, with the eldest brother, Zeng Mu, holding the reins with both hands.

Behind them followed a small group of soldiers, fully armored and expressionless, clearly elite troops.

He looked around with delight, and his eyebrows twitched as he gazed at the vibrant scene around him.

"The bookmaker behind this must be quite wealthy."

"Weren't these carpenters provided by Lao Lü? How did you figure out they were rich, brother?"

“The trade routes here have been prepared in advance,” Zeng Mu pointed to the road that had obviously just been cleared beneath their horses’ hooves. “If it were just the Zi people clearing the land, they probably wouldn’t need to transport goods back and forth here. It seems that the landlords behind this plan to promote this place, then attract people and make it a sub-town of Qingniwa, through which trade routes will pass.”

After hearing their elder brother's explanation, the two brothers understood.

Zeng Yan couldn't help but sigh:
"This is also a good thing for our Northern Prince's Mansion."

“If the town’s owner is law-abiding, that would indeed be a good thing.” Zeng Mu shook his head: “When we met Lao Lü before, didn’t he tell us that this person is very capable, seems to be a star, and comes from the capital? I’m worried that the capital might target us.”

Upon hearing this, he shook his head: "Why be afraid of him? Those officials in the capital are all well-known figures. Why would they leave the central city to suffer if they have nothing better to do? There's nothing to fear."

Zeng Yan felt helpless.

His elder brother was cautious, but perhaps a little too cautious. Many times, he would vaguely feel that there were many people in the world who harbored ill will towards the Northern Prince's Mansion, and believed that many people were there to harm the mansion.

His third brother was somewhat reckless, with the stubbornness of a young man who wouldn't learn until he hit a wall.

If the old man isn't around, the two of them will occasionally do this or that.

He was caught in the middle, and he had a headache.

As they were talking, they suddenly saw a figure walking towards them from a distance.

The three of them stared intently at the object and took a closer look.

The three of them were somewhat stunned.

The person who came before me looked very familiar!

Just based on that face, even if you've only seen it once, you'll never forget it for the rest of your life.

Isn't this Young Master Lin?
Zeng Mu immediately dismounted, took two quick steps towards Lin Jiang, and arrived in front of him:
"Young Master Lin!"

"Brother Zeng!"

When the group reunited, they all had smiles on their faces.

As they met, they pushed out the little ginseng that was hiding in Lin Jiang's sleeve. The little ginseng grabbed Lin Jiang's sleeve and swung back and forth.

Zeng Wen saw the little guy and bent down slightly.

"Hello." The little ginseng was hanging with one hand, using the free arm to greet.

"Hello." Zeng Mu hadn't seen this spirit herb for a long time, and felt that the little guy had become even more spirited. He smiled and waved in response.

"I just heard someone outside calling 'Northern Prince's Mansion,' and I was wondering if it was Master Zhao's residence. I didn't expect that when I came out to take a look, it was indeed you all."

“Yes, the Northern Prince’s Mansion is indeed Master Zhao’s residence.” Zeng Mu carefully examined Lin Jiang and felt that the young talent’s temperament had become even more outstanding since they last met, exuding an indescribable clarity: “Brother Lin, are you the owner of a business in this town?”

"it's me."

As soon as Lin Jiang finished speaking, he heard a commotion behind him.

The Lanko people also noticed the horse team at the gate, their eyes filled with a mixture of curiosity and unease.

Lin Jiang keenly noticed this.

Having left their hometown, and having just settled down, they encountered soldiers passing by, which naturally made them uneasy.

Without saying another word, he immediately and warmly invited everyone into the house that had been set up inside.

After everyone was seated, Zeng Mu looked at Lin Jiang:
"Young Master Lin, why don't you stay in Cangsong? Why did you come here to build a town?"

"It's a long story," Lin Jiang briefly recounted Lan Ke's situation to the three of them, who exchanged glances.

If it were someone else who did it, the three of them would most likely assume that person had ulterior motives.

However, Lin Jiang... his brother still remembers that Lin Jiang stepped into that plague-stricken land without hesitation.

His words, without a doubt, indicate he has no ill intentions.

only……

The brothers couldn't help but recall the so-called "pointing stars" remarks.

They knew Lin Jiang was highly skilled, but probably not quite at this level.

"Then why have the three of you come here?"

Lin Jiang inquired about the matter from the three Zeng brothers.

"Upon receiving information that someone with ties to the grasslands had appeared nearby, we immediately rushed over to investigate. After all, this is the duty of the Northern Army."

"Speaking of which, the General's side made a mistake, but you weren't affected, were you?" Lin Jiang blinked and asked abruptly.

They were clearly soldiers, and now the Imperial Advisor was heading south straight for the General's residence. Wouldn't that implicate them?

“Naturally, there’s no problem.” Zeng Yan gently shook his head and explained to Lin Jiang:

"The Daxing army is divided into two branches. One branch is the Southern Group, which was formed by the generals who followed Daxing when it conquered the world. This is now the General's Mansion. The other branch is the Zhenbei Mansion, which is the Northern King's Mansion to which we belong. It was mainly established to resist the increasingly rampant grassland barbarians."

At this point, Zeng Yan couldn't help but sigh deeply:
"Those Southern Army soldiers are more interested in political infighting than in protecting their country, so they have always been at odds with us. This time they have brought trouble upon themselves and have been questioned by the National Preceptor. Let's just take this as a lesson."

"It's probably just a lesson learned," Zeng Wen, who had been silent all along, suddenly spoke.

He was usually a man of few words, and after uttering this sentence, he remained silent and sat upright.

These words caused Lin Jiang to feel a little confused.

However, I have heard that he offered no explanation, but simply sat quietly with his head bowed.

In the end, it was the eloquent Zeng Yan who spoke up for Lin Jiang:
"The barbarians in the southern border are quite dangerous. Without a great general to guard the border, Daxing will surely be attacked. The Grand Preceptor's primary responsibility is to protect the dynasty, so it is highly unlikely that he will actually take their lives."

"It would be better to kill him," Zeng Wen said coldly.

“This is really inappropriate. There is no one who can replace the position of Grand General at present. If he is killed, it will only make the relationship between the Southern Ministry of War and the capital more tense. Even if the Grand Preceptor can suppress everything, the Nine Heavens is not an immortal after all. He will only leave behind a lot of blood debts in the country.”

Zeng Mu strongly disagreed with his brother's idea.

However, after hearing these words, Zeng Wen sneered and shook his head, saying:
"Leaving such a hidden danger in the country will eventually lead to a catastrophic disaster. Given the current situation, how can we be so soft-hearted?"

"This is not a woman's kindness, but a last resort."

"Why must we have no other choice? Who in the world is as powerful as our Great Xing? We will simply repel any invading enemy!"

"The nation is currently unstable. If we truly get bogged down in war, we'll only sink deeper and deeper. How can we be so short-sighted and fail to consider the bigger picture? Even if the capital survives the war, what about the rest of us?"

"Do not let the traitors go unpunished for the sake of the so-called big picture! Are the men of Daxing the kind of people who are afraid of death?"

After a heated argument, the two brothers' ideologies were clearly at odds, and neither was willing to give in.

Finally, Zeng Yan, who was watching from the sidelines, stepped in to smooth things over and managed to separate the two of them.

However, the two brothers were still sulking with each other, ignoring each other like stubborn children.

Lin Jiang, witnessing this scene, couldn't help but chuckle.

In these kinds of situations, both sides always have their own reasons, so let them argue it out.

“You’re looking for people from the grasslands, and I happen to have captured one.”

Lin Jiang suddenly spoke, cleverly changing the subject. His words immediately attracted everyone's attention, and the two who had been sulking put aside their grudges for a moment.

"That's the leader of the Money Gang, a notorious thief gang in the martial arts world. They seem to be secretly colluding with the grassland people."

Lin Jiang learned of this from the ghost, who said that these four people were all funded by the grasslands to make huge profits, and that they came to Qingniwa on the orders of the grasslands.

As for the few who were already dead, Lin Jiang naturally could not hand them over to the Zeng brothers, even though they knew he possessed a robe that could produce ghouls. In the end, those people were slaughtered near the misty town.

He simply couldn't explain what the town had to do with him.

Fortunately, the old man they had just captured was still alive, so he could hand him over directly to the three brothers.

As one of the four thieves, Lao Nan must have many secrets hidden in his heart that he could confess.

The brothers were filled with doubts. Lin Jiang turned around and called Yana, ordering her to bring Lao Nan back immediately.

Before long, Lao Nan was led back into the house.

As soon as he stepped into the wooden house, he looked around and was shocked to find that everyone's eyes were fixed on him like torches. After a moment's hesitation, he knelt down on the wooden floor with a thud.

"Grandpas, please spare me!"

He was sobbing uncontrollably, tears streaming down his face, as if he was about to cry out, "I have an eighty-year-old mother to care for and a three-year-old child to raise, please don't kill me!"

Zeng Mu walked over to the unremarkable-looking middle-aged man, circled him twice, tapped his head, and carefully recalled for a moment, seemingly pulling the man out of the depths of his mind:

"Southern leader?"

Old Nan lowered his head and dared not utter a sound, while Zeng Mu stomped hard on his ankle.

Old Nan immediately let out a miserable howl, curled up on the ground and rolled twice, finally looking at Zeng Mu with tears streaming down his face and fear in his eyes:

"Yes, I am Nanfang, my original name is He Yuan, and I am from Ma'anshan. Grandpas, please ask me whatever you want, and I will answer you to the best of my ability."

"When we take you back, you'll have plenty of time to explain."

Zeng Mu handed the man over to his men, who then bound him tightly and threw him onto a horse.

After putting Lao Nan down, the soldier carrying him waved his hand dismissively, saying, "This guy's flesh rots and is disgustingly rotten."

Old Nan trembled slightly and remained silent.

After taking the man, the three Zeng brothers all smiled simultaneously.

Although they came here with the intention of making an arrest, they never expected to capture such a person.

The thief with the money was extremely cunning; under normal circumstances, even three people might not be able to catch him.

"The three of us still need to go back and report. If Master Zhao knew that you were here, he would be overjoyed."

The three Zeng brothers had no intention of staying long, so they simply reserved a seat for Lin Jiang and planned to leave immediately.

"When will things be peaceful? We should always make preparations in advance," Lin Jiang asked.

However, after saying this, Zeng Mu pondered for a moment:

"It seems unlikely that we can do so for the next couple of days. We have guests at the manor. Let us go back and ask, and we'll come to pick up the young master in person next time."

"Then we'll wait for you brothers."

As they mounted their horses and waved goodbye, Lin Jiang watched their retreating figures, a sense of curiosity stirring within him.
Who are these guests from the Northern Prince's Mansion that they're talking about?

(End of this chapter)