The Reborn Princess Has Turned Evil

Chapter 285 Pursuit of victory

A short while later, someone came to invite Jing Anle to Qin Xu's study.

Qin Xu was dressed in casual black clothes today, and looked somewhat relaxed. "It is truly impolite to keep the princess waiting."

"Uncle, you're too kind. It's just that these things have troubled you lately."

After learning of Prince Qing's wolfish ambitions, Qin Xu did his best to help.

Looking at the face that resembled Qin Yin's, Qin Xu felt a sense of relief; her daughter was just as smart and sensible as she was.

“Prince Qing has suffered a heavy blow, and we should press our advantage now,” Jing Anle pondered.

“Actually, even if the princess hadn’t come, I was planning to send someone to invite her to discuss this matter,” Qin Xu said.

A general who can fight on the battlefield naturally has his own strategies. Jing Anle asked, "I wonder what Uncle thinks?"

As he spoke, Qin Xu gestured for Jing Anle to move to the table. Jing Anle looked at it and saw that it was a map.

"This is..." Jing Anle looked at Qin Xu in confusion.

Qin Xu's expression was somewhat grave. "This is the map of Prince Qing's elite troops camp. I had people scout out the terrain yesterday amidst the chaos, and it was only completed today."

“Prince Qing is definitely moving his troops now, but he has been based here for many years and must have a lot of weapons and ammunition.”

"Does Uncle mean we should steal Prince Qing's weapons?"

Qin Xu nodded. "Now is the best time."

If Qin Xu could say that, then he must have already made arrangements. Jing Anle immediately understood, "Uncle, is there anything Anle can do for you?"

"Everything has been arranged, we just need a place to store the weapons." The matter was urgent, and he didn't have time to plan in detail.

Jing Anle immediately understood Qin Xu's meaning. Where to put the weapons was a problem, but she really couldn't think of a suitable place for the time being. Just as she was hesitating, Jing Anle had a flash of inspiration. "Anle has an idea."

"Princess, please speak."

"Why not put it in the basement outside the city where my brother lives? It's the land that Father bestowed upon Jing Fengyao last year to build his mansion. There are still three acres left, and a large basement is also left, and no one is guarding it."

Qin Xu was startled. "Princess, this is inappropriate. Not to mention the dangers of weapons, what will His Majesty think if they are discovered?"

Jing Anle understood his meaning. The imperial power was immense, and it was inevitable that Emperor Jing would suspect Jing Fengyao of plotting to seize power by hoarding weapons. She had, of course, considered this. "Now that my brother resides in the palace and doesn't go to the princes' residences, and the most dangerous place is the safest place, if we plan well, and if it's discovered, we can pin the blame on Prince Qing. After all, why would he foolishly leave weapons in such an obvious place?"

Qin Xu was still a little worried. If it were used by someone with ulterior motives, it would be troublesome. But right now, he really needed a place to store the weapons, so he had no choice but to leave it at that for the time being.

That very night, Qin Xu's men infiltrated the elite camp, where countless soldiers had died. Prince Qing was busy relocating and only left a dozen or so men to guard the camp. Qin Xu's men were all highly skilled, and there were many of them. In addition, these men had been injured before, so they were quickly dealt with.

The person in charge of this matter was Cui Han, Qin Xu's former subordinate on the battlefield. He disguised himself as a woodcutter and led his men to haul several carts of weapons and ammunition under the cover of night. They covered them with tarpaulins and made more than ten trips, circling around the back mountain before entering the basement of the back mountain not far from Jing Fengyao's residence.

The previous trips went smoothly, but after settling in for the last one, Cui Han's eyes met those of Jing Fengyao, who was coming from the opposite direction.

Neither of them expected to run into each other, and they were both surprised. Jing Fengyao's subordinate spoke first, "How dare you! Who are you!" He then drew his sword and stabbed at Cui Han.

Cui Han instinctively dodged, and with a quick turn of his head, he struck the man's wrist, the sword clattering to the ground.

Jing Fengyao immediately recognized the man's high level of martial arts, but since he hadn't intended to kill, he was momentarily unsure whether the newcomer was friend or foe. He promptly counterattacked, pressing closer and closer, while Cui Han remained defensive, constantly dodging and avoiding attacks, seemingly afraid of injuring Jing Fengyao. Sensing something amiss, Jing Fengyao stepped back, drew his longsword, and swiftly pointed it at Cui Han's throat. A chilling aura emanated from the sword, and the young man, full of youthful vigor, coldly questioned, "Who are you? What do you want?"

Perhaps thinking of the weapons stored at the rear, Cui Han actually took off his hat, revealing a weathered face.

"This humble subject, Cui Han, greets the Crown Prince." His tone was neither humble nor arrogant. He bowed deeply as he spoke, his posture resembling that of an old poplar tree, weathered by time yet still exuding pride.

Just as he bent down, the sword was about to pierce his throat, but inexplicably, Jing Fengyao quickly moved the sword away.

"Cui Han?" Jing Fengyao murmured, not recognizing the name or the face.

"What are you trying to do by breaking into my residence in the middle of the night?"

If it were an ordinary person, Jing Fengyao would not waste his breath talking to him, but his intuition told him that the person in front of him had something else going on.

"If Your Highness wishes to know, then come with me to a place, and the truth will be revealed there."

"Outrageous! How dare you negotiate with the Crown Prince!" Jing Fengyao's subordinates shouted.

"Your Highness, do not trust him. What if there is danger?"

Cui Han said calmly, "Please rest assured, Your Highness, my martial arts skills are superior to yours. If you really want to do something, there is no need to say more; I will just break free and run away. Furthermore, Your Highness is a member of the royal entourage. If you do anything, I am afraid I will be beheaded tomorrow."

Jing Fengyao looked at Cui Han with a puzzled expression. What he said made a lot of sense, but what was he trying to say?

Seeing Jing Fengyao's hesitation, Cui Han said again, "If Your Highness wants to know, please trust this humble subject."

"Alright, I believe you." Jing Fengyao finally sheathed his sword.

"Your Highness, please follow me." With that, Cui Han led Jing Fengyao out into a desolate mountain area.