TCN: Mei Gongqing

Chapter 177

Good news had arrived too fast, too suddenly, and too precisely.

This translation belongs to hamster428.

Murong Ke paced two rounds, stopped, and reached for the silk scroll.

Looking at the scroll in his hand, he shook his head and suddenly smirked. "Yes, it's Wang Hong."

He turned to his three advisers, saying with gravity: "This news has to have come from Wang Hong."

The three men frowned in rumination as Murong Ke next sneered: "According to this itinerary, the new mayor will enter Mo'yang within two days. And we can't do anything to him once he is behind the fortress walls." The three advisers nodded. It was true — this place was now completely controlled by Ran Min. Murong Ke had no time or manpower to attack the city while also battling with Ran Min's forces.

His only opportunity to act was on the road.

"We don't have time. I can no longer send people to investigate the situation, but I can't let go of this opportunity either... Wang Hong is forcing me to divide my army."

He laughed. "This brat Wang Hong is putting in a lot of effort just for a woman."

"Men!"

"Aye, sire."

"Ask my captains to come here at once."

"Aye."

As the messengers dispatched, an adviser frowningly came to him and worriedly asked, "Sire, if we know this is a trap by Wang Hong..."

Murong Ke waved his hand without a response.

Before long, the captains had entered the tent.

Murong Ke was still staring at the map. "Murong Yu," he called without looking up.

"Aye."

"Take three thousand men to the south mountain road. Loot the Jins if you encounter them, but spare their lives."

"Aye."

"Hu Yancheng."

"Aye."

"Take three thousand men on the route to Yunnan. If you encounter the Jins, do your best to take their goods and force them to retreat."

"Aye."

After giving two orders, Murong Ke's hands were still pressed on his desk. He remained staring at the map, his brow knitting tighter.

At this time, an adviser walked to stand behind him and asked, "Sire, if the news is leaked by Wang Hong, then is it true or false?"

Murong Ke's lips curved into an easy smile. "It won't be false."

"Why is that?"

"False news can't fool my scouts." Afterward, he stared at Chen Rong's tent and smiled. "Moreover, he is reluctant to give up a woman like that."

The latter sentence was too light for anyone to hear, but the previous sentence was weighty enough to make everyone emphatically nod his head.

Murong Ke studied the map, his slender fingers slowly tracing the ink lines. Soon, he pointed to a place and determinedly called, "Murong Xiu."

A handsome and intelligent-looking youth came forward with a resounding answer: "Aye."

"Take two thousand men to set up an ambush here."

"Aye."

When Murong Xiu left, Murong Ke straightened his back and mumbled to himself: "Even with two thousand men left, you can't save your woman from my hands." There was animosity in his icy voice.