Quick Wear: Under the Skirt, All Beings Are Equal

Chapter 416: The Traitor: Bright Moon, Drinking Alone in the Autumn

Guo Xu understood why Tang Ran set her sights on Zhou Wenye. Although he was perfect, it was precisely because he was too perfect, as if he had been carefully crafted, that became the biggest problem.

"After learning these things, I became very interested in this Duke of Zhou."

Tang Ran said excitedly, "We asked someone to investigate his life before he became an official, but we only found out about the past two years. As for where he lived when he was young, where he studied, and who his teacher was, we couldn't find any of that."

"So I sent someone to Chen Country. Do you know what our people found?"

Guo Xu shook his head and prepared himself mentally.

Since the Prime Minister dared to say so, he must have obtained some solid evidence. What surprised him a little was that the Prime Minister's people could actually reach out to the State of Chen and find out about this matter without anyone knowing.

If it turned out as he expected, Zhou Wenye's information must be top secret.

Tang Ran did not continue talking about Chen Kingdom. Instead, she changed the subject and talked about Liang Kingdom which was destroyed six years ago.

The fall of Liang State was sudden, catching the world off guard. However, in just half a month, the army of Chen State had arrived at the capital, and the people opened the city gates and lined the streets to welcome the army of Chen State.

"I know about this, too. According to my calculations, Liang State could hold out for at least two months, but I didn't expect this." There was some sigh in Guo Xu's tone.

In a flash, he suddenly thought of something and his face suddenly became gloomy.

"The man who led the people to open the city gates and welcome the enemy army played the same role and function as Zhou Wenye."

Every country has its blood. Even their Northern Qi fought a war with the Chen Kingdom many years ago and suffered heavy losses. But even today, when it is mentioned, the people still shout that they will never surrender and will never become slaves of a conquered country.

But if Zhou Wenye, who is known as a saint, takes the lead in rising up when the war breaks out, countless people will follow him and hand over their country to others.

The more he thought about it, the uglier Guo Xu's face became.

Glancing at Tang Ran, he sighed heavily, "Sir, please stop keeping us in suspense."

Tang Ran gave a look to the middle-aged man next to him. The middle-aged man was not tall and his appearance was not outstanding. He was the kind of person who could not be found in the crowd.

Although Guo Xu was a little arrogant and liked drinking and visiting brothels, he was very respectful to everyone around Tang Ran.

Especially when they were talking about such confidential matters, this person was present, which was enough to show his position in Tang Ran's heart.

The middle-aged man is called Tang Yan, and he is from Tang Ran’s family. He is now helping Tang Ran set up the Black Water Station, which specializes in collecting intelligence and handling some matters that cannot be disclosed to others.

Tang Yan said, "The Black Water Station found out that when Emperor Zhao Lianye of Chen State was young, he once worshipped the great sage Luo Mo as his teacher. At that time, Luo Mo had several disciples, Xu Shenjian and Gao Han."

Guo Xu knew that Xu Shenjian was also well-known for his benevolence in Liang State, but it seemed that he had not reached the level of a saint. As for Gao Han, he was the prime minister of Chen State.

Tang Yan paused and continued, "In fact, our people have been searching for a long time, but they haven't found Zhou Wenye. They only found Luo Mo's son Luo Zimu, who suddenly disappeared 23 years ago, and no one knows where he went."

They put in a lot of effort and almost half of their people were involved before they found some clues.

After saying this, Tang Yan quietly stepped aside.

At the beginning, no one paid attention to Zhou Wenye. It was not until one night that the prime minister called him to the study and asked him to pay attention to Zhou Wenye, so Heishuitai went to investigate.

Who could have thought that the saint of Northern Qi was actually from an enemy country, lurking for many years and changing his name just to use a country to celebrate for his senior brother Zhao Lianye and to use the power of the entire country to establish friendship with his master.

As for how the Prime Minister discovered something was wrong, Tang Yan didn't ask any more questions.

His life was saved by the Prime Minister. Even if the Prime Minister wanted him to die, he would have done it without hesitation.

What made him feel a little guilty was that the Prime Minister asked him to set up the Black Water Station, but he made such a big mistake and failed to discover in time that there was such a terrifying spy lurking in Northern Qi.

Guo Xu, whose courtesy name is Xiaoyan, Tang Ran likes to call him by his courtesy name. She said, "Xiaoyan, what do you think about this matter? Zhou Wenye must not be allowed to stay any longer."

Guo Xu shook his head, unable to think of a good solution for a moment. Thinking of the Black Water Station mentioned by Tang Yan earlier, he said, "Sir, since we have the Black Water Station as an intelligence agency, why don't we screen all the civil and military officials in the city to see if there are any monsters hiding there."

Tang Yan couldn't drink the tea that had just reached his mouth.

To put it simply, each and every investment is real money.

His master is so poor that he almost has to dig graves. Where would he get the money to expand the Heishuitai? Judging from Mr. Xiaoyan's intention, he obviously wants to monitor what the civil and military officials are doing. It would be best if he could even find out what color underwear they wear.

Tang Ran was moved by Guo Xu's description.

That was the Blackwater Terrace he imagined.

But, I seem to be... well, a little poor now, and I don't have the money to support so many people.

Tang Yan raised his eyes and looked at Tang Ran who was sitting above. A trace of guilt flashed across Tang Ran's face and she didn't dare to look at him.

Tang Yan gritted his teeth, and looked at Tang Ran with resentment like a wronged young wife: "Master, the money you gave me last time has been spent, and I have also paid part of it myself. You said you would reimburse me, but it has not been reimbursed to this day."

He just wanted to remind you that you should take a break and not to think too much.

Of course I can give you my life, but you can't use me like a donkey. You want a horse to run, but you don't give it grass to eat. There is no such good thing in the world.

Tang Ran smiled sheepishly, looking at his angry subordinates, and quickly smoothed them over, "Report, this must be reported, it's just money, just lend a little."

Guo Xu had been here for a while and knew that the prime minister was extremely poor. Seeing him like this, a smile unconsciously appeared on his face.

His goal is to help the world and prevent the people from suffering from war, but now in the court, Tang Ran's family is the only one in power.

Guo Xu thought about it for a long time before deciding to become Tang Ran's disciple. He felt that only in this way could he do something beneficial to the country and the people.

He originally thought that Tang Ran was as sinister and cunning as the rumors said, disrupting the government and taking bribes. However, after getting to know her, he found out that his prime minister's family was almost penniless.

There was corruption and bribery, but all the money went to the people. Even the salaries paid to court officials came from the money the prime minister earned from selling official positions and titles.

So he was very curious, how would the Prime Minister borrow money?

Tang Ran waved his hand and said, "The court is in urgent need of money now, so we can borrow some from our ancestors and pay it back when we make money in the future."

Simply put, robbing the tombs of our ancestors.