My Antique Mirror Is A Portal To Another World-Chapter 134: Wen Yirui’s Scheme

Madam Ji frowned slightly at the servant’s words.

After a moment of silence, she sighed and said, "His reputation was known to the public. This Wen Clan’s second young master is lustful and lazy. While he stays under our roof, I won’t allow any mishaps to happen."

Understanding her concern, the servant supported Madam Ji by the arm and replied in a low voice, "Don’t worry, Madam. This old servant will take care of it right away."

"Good. With you watching over things, I can rest easy."

With that, the senior servant escorted Madam Ji back to her courtyard before heading off to make the necessary arrangements.

Meanwhile, the welcoming banquet was about to begin in the main hall.

Gesturing for Wen Yirui to take the seat to the right of the main one, Ji Hui said, "Second Young Master, please have a seat."

"Thank you, General Ji."

As Wen Yirui took his seat, Ji Hui sat in the main seat. After everyone had taken their places, Ji Hui glanced at the steward waiting nearby.

Catching the signal, the steward clapped a few times, and a group of male servants entered, carrying plates of food and jars of wine.

After serving the dishes and wine, one male servant stepped forward to fill Ji Hui’s wine cup, then silently retreated.

Lifting the bronze wine cup, Ji Hui smiled and said, "Second Young Master, this general toasts you."

Hearing this, Wen Yirui also lifted his cup. "Thank you, General Ji, for your hospitality."

With that, both men downed their wine.

Placing his empty cup on the table, Ji Hui ordered, "Let the song and dance begin."

As dancers entered the hall, the musicians began to play.

Ignoring the performers, Wen Yirui focused on the food and wine.

After starving for an entire day and surviving on rice bran pancakes in the Yuezhi Tribe’s military camp, he felt like his stomach had stuck to his back, and he had lost a great deal of weight.

When he’d finally eaten his fill, Wen Yirui set down his chopsticks and wiped his oily lips. Now that he was full, it was time to settle things with Ji Hui.

Just as he opened his mouth to speak, a soldier rushed into the hall.

"Report!"

The soldier knelt before Ji Hui, pulled a letter from his sleeve, and said, "Reporting to General Ji! An emergency letter from the Wen Clan’s Second Young Master just arrived!"

At those words, the main hall fell into stunned silence.

Wen Yirui’s eyes narrowed as he looked at the soldier. Hidden under his wide sleeves, his fists clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned white.

Inwardly sneering, he glared at Ji Hui. ’Very well. You actually dared to fool this young master!’

Sitting on the main seat, Ji Hui glanced at the steward.

Receiving the unspoken order, the steward nodded and walked over to the soldier. After he took the emergency letter, the soldier saluted and withdrew.

Returning to Ji Hui, the steward handed him the letter. "Master."

Ji Hui opened the letter and read its contents. When he finished, he placed it down and turned to Wen Yirui.

"Second Young Master, please forgive me. I failed to carry out your orders," he said with an apologetic sigh.

Although Wen Yirui knew Ji Hui was acting and putting on a show just for him, he had no choice but to play along.

Smiling politely, he replied, "General Ji, you are being too serious. This young master can see the fault wasn’t yours."

Satisfied to reach his goal, Ji Hui refilled his wine cup, lifted it, and said, "This general will punish myself with three cups."

Before Wen Yirui could respond, Ji Hui downed the wine.

Wen Yirui’s hands trembled under the table from the anger. With a smile still on his lips, he thought, ’As expected of my elder brother’s dog. You really don’t put me in your eyes!’

Knowing he could no longer hold Ji Hui accountable for the supply matter, Wen Yirui shifted tactics.

After a brief pause, he asked, "General Ji, this young master heard the imperial court order the Feng Army to send food and water back to the capital. Is that true?"

Ji Hui nodded. "It’s true."

"I see." Wen Yirui sipped his wine, a thoughtful smile on his face.

Ji Hui frowned when he saw this. He frowned slightly as he observed Wen Yirui carefully. ’What is he up to now?’

After a moment of silence, Wen Yirui asked, "Has Great General Feng sent the supplies?"

Ji Hui’s expression darkened at his words. "Second Young Master, this general has had no communication with Great General Feng. How could I know that?" he asked, displeased.

Wen Yirui chuckled and shook his head. "General Ji, this young master knows you already have the answer to that."

Still uncertain about his aim, Ji Hui replied cautiously, "This general is indeed aware that the Feng Army hasn’t sent anything back to the capital. But why are you so concerned about this matter, Second Young Master?"

Wen Yirui’s eyes flickered as he replied, "Because this young master knew that General Ji surely knows who was behind that imperial edict."

When he said this, Ji Hui’s face stiffened slightly. "Second Young Master, this general is a rough man and doesn’t understand those flowery words. If you have something to say, just say it."

"Then I won’t beat around the bush." Wen Yirui leaned forward slightly and ordered, "General Ji, this young master wants you to bring 10,000 soldiers to Xiqiang City and retrieve the supplies from Feng Xiyan."

The moment he said that, Ji Hui’s eyes widened in surprise. He had expected Wen Yirui to demand wine or women, but he never expected him to demand something like this.

After a moment of silence, Ji Hui’s expression grew more serious. He pondered for a moment, then said, "Second Young Master, Feng Xiyan won’t hand over the supplies easily. What if he refuses?"

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