Peace Order-Chapter 793 - 94 A Destiny Arranged, A Heart-to-Heart Talk_4

Chapter 793: Chapter 94 A Destiny Arranged, A Heart-to-Heart Talk_4

Then, he took the initiative to touch and tap the Qiushui Short Sword that Li Guanyi was wearing on his lower back.

With a smug expression.

Ling Pingyang appeared hesitant and uncertain, saying to Li Guanyi, "Lord, this, this..."

Seeing Ling Pingyang’s hesitance, Li Guanyi asked,

"Pingyang, what’s the matter?"

Ling Pingyang organized his thoughts, and finally let out a wry smile, saying, "This, I’m not good with words, so please have a look yourself." He led Li Guanyi inside, suddenly catching the scent of alcohol.

Li Guanyi was taken aback when he saw Wen He drinking tea by the table,

And, slumped beside him, a young man.

This young man had a calm and gentle appearance, his body mingled with the smell of alcohol and a faint fragrance.

Li Guanyi was stunned and asked, "Mr. Wen He, this person is..."

Wen He replied, "Oh, isn’t this someone familiar to the lord?"

He gave a carefree laugh, saying, "It’s my fault, I didn’t clarify, this person is called Wen Lingjun. After the lord took over Jiangnan and submitted a petition to Central State for a marquisate, claiming the grand righteousness of controlling the land, it was he who wrote that letter to you."

"I enjoyed a pleasant drink with him, and he insisted on coming here."

"It was an offer I couldn’t refuse, an offer I couldn’t refuse."

"Ah, so I had no choice but to bring him along!"

Li Guanyi’s gaze fell upon the ropes on Wen He’s body and the unique scent of alcohol in the air. Just smelling it, his Immortal Body began to operate the detoxification process on its own.

Li Guanyi stretched out his hand and placed it on Wen Lingjun’s pulse.

He looked at the young man and asked, "Mr. Wen He and Mr. Wen, have you been drinking?"

Wen He smiled, "It was good liquor."

Li Guanyi said, "You gave Mr. Wen Lingjun Powder for Anesthesia mixed with the wine, didn’t you, Wen He?"

Wen He chuckled, "The lord truly understands me."

"We are indeed cut from the same cloth!"

Li Guanyi paused for a moment.

He felt a great challenge to his moral bottom line and sighed, "Mr. Wen He, please refrain from doing such things in the future." Wen He, smiling, said, "Rest assured, rest assured, Wen Lingjun is a gentleman; he will not hold a grudge against the lord."

"Moreover, he himself supports the legitimacy of the Red Emperor, the lord has the Chi Xiao Sword, and the royal family stands for the eight hundred years of tradition of the royal family, both possessing some reputation."

"He was merely hesitating."

"And the fact that he, who has always received grace from the Court, has begun to hesitate, indicates that he also does not trust the royal family, what I’ve done is merely giving a push to the already moving cart. Rest assured, lord, now that he has come here, he can no longer go back."

Li Guanyi asked, "Mr. Wen Lingjun, do you intend to come to our side?"

Wen He replied, "I have already imitated his handwriting and sent letters to all his close friends at the Academy, saying he has come here. A gentleman’s word is as heavy as nine cauldrons; he will not regret it."

Li Guanyi: "..."

Mr. Wen He indeed should be kept at home!

Wen He laughed, "I was only joking just now. When he wakes up here, all you need to do is to display your talents and spirit. Wen Lingjun, with the talent of a King’s adviser, is not blind; he will choose you over the Court that no longer can control its direction of progress.

"The debate at the Academy in half a month is important for you."

"And to stand nobly and gracefully before the whole world, unrivaled, no one surpasses Wen Lingjun. Lord, this man should join our ranks."

"The role of Chief Historian of the Heavenly Strategy Mansion is suited for none but him."

"With his talents, one day he may well become the Minister."

Without making a fuss about not sleeping well, Wen He then smiled and said,

"So, I leave this great talent of the world in your hands, lord."

"It was not easy for me to bring him back; don’t let him run away."

"It really wasn’t easy bringing him back."

Mr. Wen He left at ease, and Li Guanyi gave a wry smile. He carried Wen Lingjun back to the bed in the guest room and sat beside it, reaching out his hand to press onto Wen Lingjun’s wrist, healing him with the "Lake Heaven Guai" from the Imperial Pole Worldly Scripture.

It was a Martial Arts Legend technique, especially adept at healing, taught by a predecessor from the Taoist Sect.

It uses the healer’s own Vitality True Essence to stimulate the patient’s body to recover from injuries.

Unceasing vitality.

For Li Guanyi, a person brimming with vitality himself, this technique was exceptionally effective and exceptionally proficient.

Wen Lingjun felt himself drifting in and out of consciousness.

The last thing he remembered was the encounter on the Imperial Path, his own hesitations and struggles, and then... then Wen He arrived...

Wait, Wen He came?!!!

Wen Lingjun felt a chill down his spine, tried to struggle, but seemed unable to move his body, only a gentle flow of Inner Qi like Water slowly transferring into his wrist, that anxious and restlessness gradually dissipating, his Mental State weary, he drifted back into sleep.

Unknowingly, having slept for a while, Wen Lingjun’s spirit recovered, feeling parched, he mumbled,"Water..."

A gentle and slightly familiar voice replied, "Here’s the water, Mr. Wen."

Before he could ponder where he had heard that voice, he took the cup and drank deeply. The water flowing through his parched throat was refreshingly cool, finally bringing his consciousness back. He opened his eyes and saw a strange room, pausing in surprise.

Wen Lingjun looked down and saw slender fingers pressing on his pulse, transferring Inner Strength, and with his keen mind, he instantly knew that the person beside him had been healing him all night.

With heartfelt gratitude, he looked up and said,

"Thank you..."

His voice trailed off, his eyes shifted, and he saw a young man in a blue robe with his hair tied by a wooden pin smiling at him, "Are you awake, Mr. Wen?"

That face.

Wen Lingjun’s voice stopped.

The young man in the Taoist robe with a gentle demeanor, superimposed with the memory of the imposing lord he had encountered yesterday, hand pressed upon the Chi Xiao Sword, clad in solemn court dress, crowned with a gold crown and Qilin Pattern, regal and commanding. Wen Lingjun said,

"Marquis Qin Wu..."

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