Eternal Life: I Rely on Fortune Points for Improvement-Chapter 175 - 140: The Higher the Virtue, the Greater the Devil
Uncle Huo tugged and spoke.
He could naturally see that the content recorded in these books involved many people. He and Jiang Feng were small figures, and they couldn’t afford to meddle in these big players’ games.
"That’s strange, the content seems different, there are more people involved."
Jiang Feng opened the pages Uncle Huo had just checked and saw a few familiar names. Inside were Han Dong, Bao Longwei, and even Xiao Ran. Additionally, there were names of Prince Jing’s heir and several ministers.
It even involved some concubines within the Imperial Palace.
But these names...
Were mixed into the list, stuffed into various corners.
Jiang Feng felt something was off.
He picked up another task ledger to check.
The content at the beginning was fine, the same as what he had seen before.
But when he reached the third page, although the task plan on top seemed okay, the list of personnel executing it had changed. Many people were mixed in, including Han Dong and Xiao Ran. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞
Even later, it was fabricated that Xiao Zhan had been raising troops at the National Gate as bandits, exploiting the safety there to deceive supplies and military pay, along with content just right to implicate Xiao Zhan’s military maneuvers over the past couple of years.
The content of these books...
Involved the current ministers and people like Xiao Zhan, as well as various royal family and relatives.
It was as if the ministers of the court, princes, and even many concubines within the Imperial Palace, along with Xiao Zhan and others, were members of the Dark Hall.
The recorded content on the book indicated they were all working for the Second Prince, as if the person they were loyal to was not the Emperor, but the Second Prince himself.
In addition...
Names like Huo Shangxiang and the Government Director appeared on the roster and task lists.
It seemed that as long as they were significant figures in the court, royal family, or even noted personalities in the martial world, their names and related task information could be found in these two books.
"I understand now, these books weren’t thrown by the Seventh Prince, but are the Second Prince’s tactic!"
Jiang Feng suddenly realized.
"Hurry up, stop dawdling!"
Uncle Huo snatched the book from Jiang Feng’s hand, threw it on the ground, and pulled Jiang Feng towards the prison, afraid that Jiang Feng would get fascinated by it and become a target.
"Risky move!"
"Confuse the audience!"
"Create a new life from certain death!"
"Well played, Second Prince, what a strategy plan! Someday the Great Tang will undoubtedly fall into your hands."
Jiang Feng’s heart was filled with mixed emotions.
As if he hadn’t noticed, he was being pulled along by Uncle Huo.
He initially thought that these books were duplicated overnight at the Seventh Prince’s behest and thrown onto the street to ruin the Second Prince’s reputation and make him a target.
Who would have thought...
This was actually the Second Prince’s tactic.
Originally two lethal weapons, when handled by him, turned into evidence by those with ulterior motives to tarnish him and frame ministers of the court.
Although the Dark Hall wouldn’t exist anymore...
Everything lost would be irretrievable, but undeniably, the Second Prince’s tactic was truly clever, even if it raised many doubts, causing countless people to suspect him, they couldn’t convict him.
Even though he suffered severe losses...
The fruits of many years of effort would flow away...
And he would face various checks and punishments...
But the status and rank of a prince wouldn’t be lost.
With his courage and skills, he would surely make a comeback in the future.
Thinking of facing such a person as an enemy, Jiang Feng felt a chill down his spine. No matter what, he couldn’t let him notice himself, otherwise, without absolute martial power, the consequences would be unimaginable.
"Now I can only hope that the Seventh Prince and Xiao Zhan can work together to severely injure the Second Prince, preferably not recover within a few years."
Jiang Feng hoped silently.
He knew that the two ledgers handed to the Seventh Prince were pretty much rendered ineffective, at least couldn’t be used as evidence against the Second Prince. However, the information on them could still follow the clues to find some corresponding people, making the Second Prince pay a bit.
Especially Xiao Ran’s death.
He died in the Primordial Flame of Jin Muchuan.
No one could fake this.
No matter what, the Second Prince couldn’t escape the blame.
As long as the man guarding the National Gate returns, he would surely have ways to make the Second Prince pay.
"What are you still thinking about, forget everything you just saw!"
Seeing Jiang Feng’s furrowed brows all the way, seemingly contemplating the content of the book, Uncle Huo was so angry that he waved his hands vigorously in front of Jiang Feng’s eyes, as if trying to erase the content from Jiang Feng’s memory.
"Huh? Forget what? I didn’t see anything just now."
Jiang Feng regained his composure, chuckled, and walked into Zhenbei Prison.
"You brat, you owe me a drink, don’t forget."
Uncle Huo laughed and scolded, quickly following Jiang Feng’s steps, entering Zhenbei Prison together.
Jiang Feng arrived at the third level.
Just like any other day, he lectured a few subordinates, only after reiterating important points did he lead Chief Wang, Chief Ma, and Chief Feng to patrol the jurisdictional area.
The morning was peaceful and quiet.
Han Dong and Bao Longwei were still inside the Imperial City and hadn’t come out.
In the afternoon, people were gradually sent in, with orders from above to closely guard them, and no one was allowed near without permission.
By evening...
In Zhenbei Prison started to buzz with discussions.
Many people were talking about the books found on the road today and the content they saw.
Some prison guards couldn’t contain their curiosity, pulled a few companions, and discussed spiritedly in the corners of the prison, even boldly speculating with imagination.
