“I know you can’t have children, and the Shen family is desperate for a boy to carry on their lineage, so there will be conflict between you. But you damn well remember this—if you dare to divorce Shen Du and let Ren Tianye seize the opportunity, I swear on my life that even if the city falls, I will make sure you’re dead!”
“Remember!”
“No divorcing Shen Du!”
“Absolutely no divorce!”
“Have Shen Du hold the Linjiang Shazui Water Fort!”
“Otherwise, let Ke Xunfang of Fanshan Fort be your warning!”
After finishing this letter, Zhou Xiong still couldn’t relax.
He had genuinely been traumatized by Ke Xunfang, that fool from Fanshan Fort. So there had to be another way.
Another way…
It wasn’t really a good one, either.
But it had to be done.
That was to send someone to monitor everything at Linjiang Shazui Water Fort.
To prevent any more mishaps.
With that in mind, he raised his hand to summon the head of the Law Enforcement Squad. After all, that man was one of his most capable subordinates, and having him oversee things should work well enough.
But no sooner had he given the order than he regretted it.
“Wait a moment!”
“General, what’s wrong?”
Zhou Xiong didn’t answer. He fell silent.
Nanny Sun’s words surfaced in his mind.
They were like poisoned darts. He had been suspicious back then, and now thinking about it, if that bastard actually surrendered, wouldn’t he mess everything up even more?
So…
Zhou Xiong gave another order: “Call the deputy of the Law Enforcement Squad instead.”
“Understood!”
…
Before the Linjiang Shazui Water Fort, Zhang Shi’s army had arrived.
But they didn’t rush to attack.
Inside the camp, the generals were analyzing the situation.
“This mudflat is nothing but mire. Large ships can’t move forward at all, so our attack can’t unfold. We can only strike when the tide comes in and floods the beachhead, but that time window is extremely short.”
“We’re all infantry, and many of us came from the grasslands. We’re not good at water battles in the first place, and now we don’t even have boats. Taking this Linjiang Shazui Water Fort is as hard as taking Pukou City.”
…
Each analysis landed in the ears of Zhang Shi, the commanding general. Normally, this was what he excelled at—what he even loved from the depths of his being. But right now, it couldn’t stir any enthusiasm in him.
He didn’t ask for more analysis. Instead, he walked straight past them, toward the entrance of the main tent, and asked his guard: “Has Lu Shuang returned?”
“General, she just got back. She said she’d report once she’s changed clothes. Please wait a moment.”
Before long, Lu Shuang entered, dressed in a green robe.
She was about to bow, but Zhang Shi stopped her with a gesture and said directly, “Lu Shuang, this Linjiang Shazui Water Fort, though not as strategically located as Fanshan Fort, is still a water fort.”
“You know, our men all come from the north. Most of them are from the northern frontier.”
“They’re naturally not good at water battles.”
“So taking this water fort is fundamentally much harder than taking Fanshan Fort.”
“In fact, in some ways, it’s even tougher than capturing Pukou City.”
“So…”
Zhang Shi paused, fixing his gaze on Lu Shuang.
All the generals inside the tent stared at her as well.
“So…”
“Does the fort’s commander have any love stories?”
Generals: “???”
Lu Shuang remained calm, her face expressionless. She stood up and said, “General Zhang Shi, this is exactly what I intended to report to you.”
“The commander of Linjiang Shazui Water Fort is named Shen Du. He’s the heir to the Shen family—yes, General Zhang Shi, you guessed it right.”
“The Linjiang Shazui Water Fort has been controlled by the Shen family for generations, passed down through several eras.”
“Now it has fallen to Shen Du.”
“Shen Du isn’t much of a talent. His ability to defend is mediocre at best. He’s not a famous general, and he’s even a bit worse than your average commander.”
“However, his romantic history is quite rich.”
“In his early years, he was reckless, relying on his handsome face and the Shen family’s local influence to fall in love with countless women…”
“Until he met someone: a member of the Tongxin League, named Su Lanxiang. It was love at first sight, and then it was love again. From then on, among three thousand waters, he only took that one sip.”
“He wanted to spend his whole life with this Su Lanxiang and never touch another woman.”
“Even though Su Lanxiang had never been able to bear him a child, he remained loyal, refusing all other women.”
“As a result, the Shen family was driven nearly mad.”
“For a large, hereditary family like theirs, deeply influenced by clan traditions, the most important thing is to continue the bloodline—relying on male heirs to carry on the family incense, inherit property, and strengthen the clan’s power.”
“The Shen family pushed several concubines at Shen Du, but he turned every single one of them away.”
“This caused several of the family’s elders to tear their hair out in frustration.”
Zhang Shi nodded and began to think carefully.
Unlike before, when he found these messy relationships headache-inducing and hard to follow, after the incident at Fanshan Fort, he could not only understand but also focus on the matter.
After a moment, he asked: “So, does that mean if we can get control of Su Lanxiang, Shen Du will open the gates of the water fort wide?”
“Exactly,” Lu Shuang confirmed. “But Su Lanxiang is also inside the water fort itself. She’s not easy to capture.”
“That is troublesome,” Zhang Shi nodded, then offered a constructive suggestion: “Can you find any information on Su Lanxiang?”
“Does Su Lanxiang have a sweetheart of her own or anything like that?”
At these words, even Lu Shuang was stunned.
Oh no. She hadn’t considered that angle!
She had been sitting calmly, unruffled, but now she shot up and bowed: “General Zhang Shi, I’ve neglected that point. I’m sorry.”
“It’s fine,” Zhang Shi waved a magnanimous hand. “But this is urgent. You need to investigate immediately. If you don’t have enough people, pick any skilled soldiers from the army to help.”
“Understood!”
For the first time, Lu Shuang felt immense pressure from Zhang Shi. She didn’t dare waste a moment and was heading out of the tent, nearly colliding with a guard rushing in.
“Sorry, Miss Lu Shuang!”
The guard apologized, then knelt before Zhang Shi: “General, someone has arrived. They say they’ve been struck by rose-tinted psychosis, and it’s been unbearable.”
“They saw the notice Your Excellency posted and have come to seek help!”
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