Shen Qin entered the study. Mo Jingyu was looking at the intelligence of the past few days. Seeing that he was silent for a while, he raised his eyes and looked at him: "What's the matter?"
Shen Qin said with some annoyance: "Did the prince let Prince Fu go just like that? Because of the reselling of arms, soldiers from the southwest were buried in the border areas. If we don't take the opportunity to get rid of him this time, I'm afraid it will be difficult in the future."
Mo Jingyu put down the document in his hand: "Then tell me, what should I do?"
Shen Qin didn't even think about it: "Of course we should detain him and take him back to Beijing to bring him to justice."
Mo Jingyu asked calmly: "What's the basis?"
Shen Qin said: "Didn't Liu Fengyi say everything? With the testimony, it is natural to capture him."
Mo Jingyu said: "I am convicted based on one testimony alone. If it were you, would you admit it?"
Shen Qin thought about the tragic death of the magistrate's family and choked for a moment, then muttered after a long time: "Isn't there physical evidence?"
Mo Jingyu said calmly: "No more."
Shen Qin opened his mouth, and he probably guessed the reason, and pursed his lips hard: "Then the death of my soldiers from the southwest was in vain?"
Mo Jingyu curled his fingertips: "Shen Qin, since you followed me, have I ever let you down?"
Shen Qin shook his head: "Never."
Mo Jingyu reassured him: "It will be the same this time."
Shen Qin felt a little relieved.
Mo Jingyu was afraid that he would be impulsive, so he said a few more words: "Ordnance matters are of great importance. From His Majesty to the Ministry of War, everyone is strict. With King Fu alone, this matter cannot go so smoothly."
The full warehouse in Ruishan is enough to equip the garrison of three cities. This cannot be achieved overnight, and it is only now that there are clues. Someone must be helping to hide it from the imperial court.
Shen Qin was slightly shocked: "Your Majesty means, from the Ministry of War..."
Mo Jingyu shook his head: "Prince Fu wiped out all the clues, and now he can't figure out the depth of Kyoto. Do you understand what I mean?"
Shen Qin understood everything: "Your Majesty is far-sighted, but the general is reckless."
Mo Jingyu hummed a single note from his nasal cavity: "Well, go ahead."
Shen Qin turned around and walked out, then came back after a few steps and asked hesitantly: "Your Majesty, do you really want to stay a little longer?"
Mo Jingyu said "hmm".
Shen Qin sighed in disappointment: "The general thought that if the prince could stay in the southwest border for a few days, the general would be bold enough to ask the prince to answer questions."
Mo Jingyu raised his eyelids, and his tone was encouraging and firm: "Shen Qin, you are the commander-in-chief of the southwest garrison. You are more familiar with the southwest than I am."
Shen Qin's heart moved, and he felt a little sad for some reason. After a while, he showed nostalgia on his face: "It was really fun when I was fighting the enemy side by side with the general in the northwest."
Mo Jingyu didn't answer, and turned to look out the window, his eyes gradually becoming distant.
When Shen Qin saw this, he realized that he had said something wrong. Just when he was about to make amends, Mo Jingyu waved his hand outward.
Shen Qin was about to speak but stopped, and for a long time, he retreated in silence.
Mo Jingyu pushed the wheelchair to the window and did not move for two quarters of an hour.
Squeak——
The window was suddenly closed, and Chu Qingwan frowned: "The injury was not healed well before, and it was blown by the wind. Don't you want to heal it?"
Mo Jingyu's eyebrows softened and he retorted obediently: "It didn't last long."
Chu Qingwan pushed him away from the window: "Don't brag about it then. The bumpy road ahead will be bad for your health. I'll massage you for an extra quarter of an hour tonight."
Mo Jingyu nodded obediently: "Okay."
Chu Qingwan bent down and tilted her head to look at him: "In a bad mood?"
Mo Jingyu met her gaze: "Why do you see it?"
"Feeling." Chu Qingwan said, and on the way to take him to his dormitory, he added, "If you don't mind, you can talk to me."
Mo Jingyu, who was never used to confiding his inner feelings, was slightly startled. After entering the room, he whispered: "Okay."