Meng Xiang can suppress the news and not report it. He should do this first and then report the war.
The emperor would definitely be annoyed by the conflict between the two sides, and Gu Fenglin would not be able to spare any time to take care of this matter.
Then, the Mongolian Party can use this incident to damage the reputation of the Priest Palace as much as possible, close the medicinal dining hall, and weaken the power of the reformists.
Of course, this is just Mu Yunhan's guess. She has no evidence, so she can only get it from Meng Jia and support it.
Meng Jia was silent for a long time, and finally said: "My father has always been impartial and law-abiding, and never leaked important military information, even if that person was me."
When he said this, his tone was slow and difficult, as if he wanted to convince himself, but found it difficult to do so.
Mu Yunhan sighed and said: "I came here today not to argue with you that we were framed for this fire or something else.
I don’t want you to be open-minded and reduce major issues to trivial matters. I just want to tell you that internal and external troubles are not the time for internal fighting.
I know you have opinions about Alin Duo, saying that whether he is involved in politics or taking power, destroying the reputation of the priest at this time is very detrimental to the overall situation."
Meng Jia said quietly: "I will enforce the law impartially."
Mu Yunhan noticed that he was in a very bad mood and a little impatient, so he knew that he could only say so much.
She smiled, pretending not to know his impatience, and said: "I plan to contact the county government here to ask for a list of victims and losses to facilitate rescue and compensation. Can you tell Magistrate Peng?
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Meng Jia said succinctly: "Okay, you can have someone come to me directly."
The two of them had nothing more to say, and the atmosphere fell into awkwardness.
Mu Yunhan knew that he shouldn't ask more questions, but he still couldn't help but asked: "How are you doing?"
"Ha..." Meng Jia sneered, his laughter cold and abrupt.
Mu Yunhan regretted it and whispered: "Thank you very much, I'll leave first."
But Meng Jia took a step forward to block her way and said coldly: "You don't know whether I am doing well or not?"
His tone was full of resentment and grievance: "You don't know who that person is?"
Mu Yunhan originally wanted to say that it was your father's arranged marriage for you, and you agreed to it yourself, so you can't blame me.
But when the words came to her lips, she couldn't bear to say them.
Maybe he just felt too uncomfortable and had no place to vent, so he took this opportunity to get angry at her.
So she remained silent and didn't say a word.
Seeing that she remained silent, Meng Jia became even more angry: "It's all your fault that I've come to this point! Why do you want to regret your marriage?
Why do you want to save me? Why do you want to do business with me? Why do you want to give up?"
His voice was trembling, with some sobs in it.
Mu Yunhan stood there frozen: "I didn't give up after all, I..."
She thought about it again and said, "If I knew this would happen, I would never do business with you, and I would try my best not to know you..."
"So you're just going to see me die of illness and madness? You're not that partial!" Meng Jia roared angrily.
Mu Yunhan was so frightened that he turned around and ran to hide behind Elder Wu.
Elder Wu frowned and looked at Meng Jia: "What are you yelling about? If you have the ability to yell at your father, why are you bullying your friends?"
Mengjia yelled fiercely: "Who is her friend? I have no such friend!"
Mu Yunhan tugged on Elder Wu's clothes: "Let's go."