Chapter 337: My Own Wife, I Will Cherish Her Myself

Chapter 337: My Own Wife, I Will Cherish Her Myself

The man from Nanjiang answered honestly, "I know of only the two of us. We have been in the Imperial City all this time. Whenever we receive new information, we send it to Nanjiang via homing pigeons."

The Mo brothers understood one thing after hearing this.

In the past, whenever the Mo family went on expeditions, the enemy would always be aware of which Mo general had been dispatched by Great Shun, even down to the number of troops.

Without a doubt, there were spies from Nanjiang within the Imperial City.

They had repeatedly petitioned Emperor Shunwu, urging him to take this matter seriously and dispatch more people to uncover these Nanjiang spies.

At that time, Emperor Shunwu valued their words as he needed the Mo family to safeguard his empire.

However, despite sending out many people, no results were achieved.

Unexpectedly, they had stumbled upon and captured these two Nanjiang spies in the Northwest.

Thinking about this, the Mo brothers felt an even greater hatred for the men before them.

Nevertheless, they knew they needed to get the answers they wanted before venting their anger.

Mo Jiuye continued questioning, "Yun Li has been dead for so long; haven't you noticed any irregularities with the messages?"

He thought that with Yun Li dead for so long, it was impossible that no messages had been sent.

Moreover, judging from the appearance of this man from Nanjiang, he hadn't noticed anything amiss.

"The master often leaves the palace. There is a trusted maid in the palace who receives our messages. If the master is not present, the maid will deliver the message directly to the Emperor."

This explanation made sense. Moreover, who received the messages in Nanjiang was irrelevant to the Mo brothers.

Mo Jiuye pressed on, "How did Mr. Si Meng instruct you to carry out your tasks? Where do you hide in the Imperial City?"

"We live in Yongan Lane in the Imperial City. There is a large tree in front of our house, and we placed a bird's nest in it. Whether it's the master or Mr. Si Meng, they leave notes in that bird's nest when they need us to do something.

Whenever we are in the Imperial City, we check the nest daily for new tasks."

As natives of the Imperial City, the Mo brothers were very familiar with Yongan Lane.

It was named Yongan Lane because it was built by Yong'an Wang, the only non-royal prince who contributed greatly to the founding of Great Shun.

Yong'an Wang had no descendants. Before his death, he used all his wealth to transform the area into numerous residences for homeless citizens.

Over a hundred years of wear and tear, it had become the most mixed and chaotic part of the Imperial City.

These two men had indeed chosen a good place to hide. Given the disorder of Yongan Lane, it was no wonder that Emperor Shunwu's men couldn't find them.

Of course, this was also due to their disguises and deliberate concealment.

Mo Jiuye realized that given Mr. Si Meng's caution, even his disciples didn't know his whereabouts, let alone these two temporary operatives.

But he still needed to ask the necessary questions.

"Did Mr. Si Meng mention how you should return his precious pet to him once you find it?"

The man from Nanjiang shook his head. "He didn't specify how to return it. If we find the pet, we would bring it back to the Imperial City and temporarily keep it until we receive further instructions."

"Surely, he must have given you some benefit for doing his bidding?" Mo Jiuye continued.

Upon hearing this, the man from Nanjiang's gaze involuntarily fell on the slightly bulging pocket on Mo Jiuye's chest.

"It was the small pouch you took. Inside was a method for quickly raising insects that he gave us."

When Mo Jiuye searched the two men earlier, he did find a small, inconspicuous pouch. He had casually felt it, assuming it contained silver notes, and didn't examine it closely.

Now that the man from Nanjiang mentioned the pouch, he retrieved it from his pocket again.

Indeed, the pouch did not contain silver notes but a piece of paper filled with text.

Seeing that the content was related to insects confirmed that the man from Nanjiang was telling the truth.

Mo Jiuye pondered for a moment, feeling he had no other questions left.

Thus, he nodded at his brothers, who were eager to exact revenge.

The brothers immediately understood his intention.

Although this man from Nanjiang wasn't the direct perpetrator who harmed the Mo family, he had played a significant role, making torture inevitable.

Mo Jiuye, however, already had a plan forming in his mind and had no interest in joining his brothers in torturing the man.

After giving the signal, he walked out of the cave amidst the man's screams.

He speculated that Mr. Si Meng might be hiding in the Imperial City of Great Shun, otherwise, he wouldn't have sent two Nanjiang spies from the Imperial City to the Northwest to search for the golden-winged eagle.

If these spies found the eagle, they would bring it back to the Imperial City, making it convenient for him to retrieve his beloved pet.

The more he thought about it, the more reasonable it seemed, and he began to consider heading to the Imperial City to investigate further.

However, this was a serious matter that required careful consideration.

As the screams grew fainter, Mo Jiuye, deep in thought, unknowingly reached the foot of the mountain.

He Zhiran, worried that the two men from Nanjiang might be too tough for his brothers to extract useful information, slipped away unnoticed by his family and came here alone.

Just then, he encountered Mo Jiuye, who was walking down the mountain with a troubled expression.

"Ranran, why are you here?"

Seeing his wife, Mo Jiuye immediately ran over and carefully supported her.

He Zhiran felt a warmth in her heart upon seeing how concerned he was.

In modern times, she had never seen any husband treat his pregnant wife with such care and affection.

"I'm perfectly fine, don't worry. Besides, you've seen the pregnant women in the village; they still work alongside the men!"

"I don't care about others; my own wife is someone I want to cherish."

Since her pregnancy, she had been treated with such care, and He Zhiran had grown accustomed to it. Her words just now seemed to fall on deaf ears.

"Did you get any useful information from them?" She changed the subject.

Mo Jiuye supported her as they walked and talked.

"They are all from Yunli and can be considered spies planted by Nanjiang within Great Shun..."

They walked slowly, and along the way, Mo Jiuye recounted everything he had learned from his questioning.

He Zhiran's first thought aligned with Mo Jiuye's—both believed that Mr. Si Meng was likely in the Imperial City.

She also understood what was on Mo Jiuye's mind.

"Are you planning to go to the Imperial City?"

Mo Jiuye nodded firmly. "I do have this intention."

He Zhiran knew that her husband was not impulsive. Since he had made this decision, it must have been well-considered.

Moreover, Mr. Si Meng was currently the biggest enemy of the Mo family. If they could find him sooner, her father-in-law and her brothers-in-law could reunite with their family earlier.