When the prince is reborn, he will only hit me if he doesn't hit the wall!

Qin Liexing's eyes were full of interest. He coughed a few times and laughed softly: "Very good, you said so."

"That young master seems to be quite capable. Although he is a little immature, he will probably be a promising talent in the future. What a pity... the person I wanted to recruit was snatched away by Qin Yuechuan... Ha!"

Qin Liexing patted Wuming on the shoulder: "You will have this opportunity."

"Please don't let me down then... Otherwise -"

"You know my methods. You are a useless chess piece, so why not give your shell to someone else?"

Wuming still maintained the posture of saluting just now, and it was unclear what his expression was, but he only heard a steady response:

"Yes."

A servant held a tray and brought a bowl of medicine: "Master."

Qin Liexing glanced at the bowl of medicine that was offered to him, his eyes revealing displeasure, but still said nothing. He picked up the medicine with one hand, drank it all in one gulp, put the bowl back where it was, and waved his hand, motioning for it to go away.

Due to this frail body, many of my plans and attempts could not be carried out, and I feel disgusted every time I think of them.

"Is there any movement from Xu Yuqiong's place?"

"It's nothing serious for now. Princess Qi sneaked into the study a few days ago. I don't know what she was planning, but Xu Yuqiong ruined it. She should be quiet for a while."

"Princess Qi, it's nothing to worry about... Let Xu Yuqiong keep watching."

"Nothing in Prince Qi's mansion can be missing, including Qin Zhaolie. They all belong to me."

"Yes."

*

At the same time, the Imperial Mausoleum

It was the time for the shift change, and Chen Lin would personally inspect the various shift change points every time at this time to prevent any unexpected events.

The inspections in recent days were not just to check the defense points. He was also looking for something - the broken flag of the He family army that he had been carrying with him.

It was originally just a thought to express old thoughts.

At that time, the Duke Zhenguo's Mansion and the He family army under it were also branded with the stigma of "treason". The name "rebel" caused the He family army to be criticized by the people.

The He family army, once in its heyday, fell into the hands of "traitors" hated by everyone, and the government searched everywhere for the remaining old soldiers.

Even though I know I have been wronged, I have no way to express it.

Not being understood, and unable to return home.

Carrying the stigma is already helpless, how can I allow my family members to be implicated?

Time flies. I have been hiding here and there, doing all kinds of things. Whenever I hear the slightest sign of trouble, I flee like a frightened bird until the news passes and the matter gradually fades out of my sight. I have lived for several years, stopping and walking.

By chance, I saw a recruitment campaign and thought that since I had nowhere to go anyway, it was probably just a normal recruitment of soldiers to serve as scattered soldiers.

It was a good idea to bring the scattered tribes of the He family army to make a living here, so the brothers lied that they were unemployed refugees and were brought here without knowing why.

In the past five years, he was promoted from a low-level soldier to a commander. If he was not clear about the purpose of stationing troops here at the beginning, now he can guess the general idea based on the clues he had left when he was in the military camp.

Chen Lin sighed helplessly, having inadvertently embarked on a path of no return.

However, now that we are stuck in this situation, it is probably too late to turn things around.

He could leave, but he couldn't bear to leave the brothers who had come here with him and shared the joys and sorrows.

In the name of the commander, he searched every corner, but the flag was lost somewhere.

This happened many years ago, so if no one recognized me, it would be fine. But things are unpredictable. If someone really recognized me...

I kept it carefully for many years, but such a mistake happened.

If it wasn't in front of his subordinates, Chen Lin really wanted to slap himself hard.

After taking a look around, he recalled where he had been recently and what he had missed. His mind was wandering and he couldn't help but stop.

He was so absorbed in his thoughts that he could not help murmuring, "Where will it be left..."

Suddenly, a deep voice sounded from behind: "Are you looking for this thing?"

Chen Lin suddenly came back to his senses and looked back, only to see a soldier wearing low-level scale armor standing next to him.

The helmet covered most of his face, leaving only a pair of bright eyes that stared at him without blinking.

His eyes were cold and sharp, as if he could see through everything Chen Lin was thinking.

No, that's not right. This should not be the intimidating aura that a low-level soldier possesses.

Chen Lin immediately became alert: "Who are you? How did you get in? Come..."

Just as he was about to call for help, a tattered flag instantly fell off and spread out before his eyes: "You can shout, but this thing will probably be exposed."

Chen Lin's pupils trembled, and he tried to snatch the piece of cloth.

"Let's find a quiet place. I want to talk to you, Chen Lin."

The tone left no room for doubt, and Chen Lin could not help but follow the instructions of the owner of the voice, who took him to a hidden corridor somewhere.

After opening the mechanism, the two entered the stone door one after the other. Chen Lin was more cautious, with his back against the hidden weapon mechanism, and said cautiously: "So, can you hand over the thing in your hand to me?"

He Xuehuai saw all of his little movements. He took off his pointed helmet without hesitation and said calmly: "You carry this thing with you, so you don't have to worry about getting into trouble."

"I don't understand what you are talking about. This is something from my hometown. Seeing it just makes me miss my hometown."

He Xuehuai raised his eyebrows, lowered his head and twirled the incomplete pattern in his hand, and said unintentionally: "Homesickness..."

"Chen Lin... do you still want to return to the He Family Army?"

Chen Lin opened his mouth, trying to ask for confirmation, but his throat seemed to be blocked, and after a long while he finally said: "You...you are..."

"Who do you think I am?"

Chen Lin looked carefully and found that the facial features of the person in front of him looked very much like someone deep in his memory!

The former Duke of Zhenguo!

But the age doesn’t seem right, so the person in front of me is the prince!

He took a step back suddenly, his eyes flashing with disbelief, his body seemed to be frozen: "You are, you are... the prince!!"

"Your subordinate, your subordinate greets the prince!"

He Xuehuai stretched out his hand to stop him from bowing: "No need, it's not appropriate to be polite at this time."

Chen Lin asked anxiously: "You are back, then the Duke of Zhenguo..."

"Right now, I am the Duke of Zhenguo."

The Crown Prince succeeded the Duke, which meant that the old Duke was no longer around.

Chen Lin understood and was not too surprised. It was already very good that the Duke's Mansion had a bloodline heir.

He Xuehuai briefly described the situation outside.

Chen Lin's eyes were filled with tears of excitement: "The young lady has a little young lady! The humiliation of the Duke's Mansion has been washed away... There is hope for the Duke's Mansion to be revived! The old Duke's spirit in heaven will surely be pleased!"

"It cannot be considered that he has been completely cleared of all charges. His Majesty's attitude towards the Duke's Mansion is still very subtle..."

He Xuehuai said: "Now I want to revive the He family army, are you willing to help?"

Chen Lin hesitated for a few breaths, as if he had something to hide: "If it were just one of my subordinates, I would definitely help you with all my strength, but I still have the former members of the He Family Army behind me, as well as the brothers I have met in recent years... The former members of the He Family Army, of course, need not be mentioned."

"He's just an outsider... We've been friends for many years, and I don't want to just leave him alone..."

He Xuehuai nodded, this was understandable: "Are you sure you can persuade them? If they are willing, the He family army is willing to recruit them as well."

Chen Lin was overjoyed: "Duke Zhenguo, are you serious?"

"Of course. Otherwise, do you think I came here just to chat with you?"

"However, the number of troops I can mobilize is extremely limited. Even if my brothers and I resist together, I am afraid that... it is difficult to defeat the crowd..."

"Most of the people here are recruited by Prince Qi, and they also obey Prince Qi's orders..."

He Xuehuai pondered: "I know this very well. A group of people will sneak into the imperial mausoleum. You just need to relax your guard at the important patrol points. I will be outside and work with you from inside to outside..."

"But how can a large number of people sneak into the imperial mausoleum? They can't enter through the main gate! I know of a few secret passages, but they are too narrow..."

"I remember that you have a poisonous tomb chamber that has not yet been activated..."

"My Lord! Are you crazy?!"

"I'm not crazy." He weighed the medicine bag in his hand and said, "This matter depends entirely on the young lady."

……

"Haqiu!"

Xu Xinyue put on her clothes and stood in front of the door, looking into the dark night for a long time. A cold wind blew and she couldn't help but sneeze.

"Qin Yuechuan...really went out to sleep?"

"Princess, please go back first. It's very cold outside. If the prince sees me, I will be in trouble."

Xu Xinyue rubbed her nose and said, "Xuan Yi, no, you still have to listen to me whether you get any good results or not."

Xuanyi: "..."

That being said, he wasn't happy at all.

Xu Xinyue tightened her robe, turned around and muttered, "I was just saying it casually, I'm not really angry..."

Before he finished speaking, his back suddenly felt warm, and his whole body was embraced by a broad embrace. Qin Yuechuan hugged Xu Xinyue from behind, resting his chin on her neck, and sighed softly: "So Yueyue was joking, but I took it so seriously. Does that mean I can go back to bed and sleep?"