The ancestor is here, she is here with space

Chapter 267 Discussing Countermeasures Overnight

In the capital, Lin Congyun, who had just come out of the Dali Temple, got on a carriage and told Feng Lieyang to drive around the capital.

Although I have been away from the capital for almost a year, except for returning through space at night, I have not had a good walk during the day.

When the carriage drove onto a very busy street, Lin Congyun heard bursts of hawking and laughter coming from outside. She lifted the curtain and looked out, and saw shops lining both sides of the street, stalls filled with all kinds of goods, and a constant stream of pedestrians... a prosperous scene.

"It's lively here." Lin Congyun murmured to himself.

"My benefactor, do you want to get off the car and take a walk?" Feng Lieyang heard the noise and turned around to ask.

"Well, let's go down and take a look." Lin Congyun nodded and got off the carriage.

The master and servant strolled along the street, stopping in front of stalls from time to time to look at the goods and ask about the prices.

Suddenly, a noise came from not far away. Lin Congyun looked up and saw a group of people gathered together and talking.

"Let's go and take a look." Lin Congyun said, and walked towards the crowd.

Feng Lieyang followed closely behind, always keeping alert.

After squeezing into the crowd, Lin Congyun saw a ragged man kneeling on the ground, covered in wounds. He held a worn-out bundle tightly in his hands and pleaded with tears in his eyes to the people around him: "Please, kind people, save my daughter! She is dying..."

Next to the man, a little girl who looked only seven or eight years old was lying on the ground. Her face was pale, her lips were purple, and her eyes were closed. She was obviously unconscious.

"What's going on?" Lin Congyun asked with a frown.

"Alas, this old man has fled here from another place. His daughter is seriously ill and he has no money to treat her, so he can only beg here. But these days, everyone's life is hard. Who has extra money to give to them?" Someone nearby sighed and explained.

When Lin Congyun heard this, he felt an inexplicable sadness in his heart.

She squatted down, stretched out her hand to feel the little girl's breath and pulse, then turned to Feng Lieyang and said, "There is still hope. Hurry, send them to the clinic."

Feng Lieyang was stunned for a moment, then reacted: "Yes, benefactor."

He bent down and picked up the little girl, while Lin Congyun asked the guards to help the man up. They quickly walked out of the crowd and headed towards a nearby clinic.

After being treated by the doctor at the clinic, the little girl was finally out of danger.

The doctor wiped the sweat from his forehead, turned around and said to Lin Congyun, "Sir, it's a good thing you sent the child to the hospital in time. If you were any later, I'm afraid the child would not be saved."

"Thank you, doctor." Lin Congyun bowed to express his gratitude.

Then, she took out some silver and handed it to the man: "Take this money and buy some medicine and supplements for your daughter to take good care of her health."

The man took the silver and was so excited that tears welled up in his eyes: "Thank you very much, sir! Thank you very much, sir! I will repay you for your kindness in my next life even if I have to work like a cow or a horse!"

"That's not necessary." Lin Congyun waved his hand, "Just take good care of your daughter."

After saying that, she turned and walked out of the clinic.

Back in the carriage, Feng Lieyang couldn't help but ask, "My benefactor, why did you help them?"

"Help if you can." Lin Congyun said calmly, "Besides, that child is really pitiful."

After hearing this, Feng Lieyang's admiration for Lin Congyun increased even more.

In the following days, Lin Congyun visited various places in the capital, helping the poor and the needy... She was like a busy bee, shuttling through the streets and alleys and various occasions in the capital.

Her good deeds and righteous acts gradually spread in the capital, and many people took a new look at the second prince who had been away from the capital for more than half a year.

Inside the Third Prince's residence, the night was deep. The candlelight cast mottled shadows on the carved wooden windows, interweaving with the solemn atmosphere indoors to form an uneasy picture.

The Third Prince, dressed in a brocade robe, stood in front of the desk, tapping the table unconsciously with his fingers. Every tap seemed to hit his tense heartstrings, making a dull echo.

His brows were furrowed, and complex emotions flashed in his eyes, including worry and unwillingness.

On the desk, a secret letter lay quietly, the blurred handwriting revealing what the second prince had done when he returned to the capital.

He slowly walked to the window, staring at the dark night sky outside, with a lot of thoughts in his mind.

The sound of wind blowing through the treetops brought a hint of coolness, but it also seemed to blow away some of the irritability in his heart.

However, this tranquility did not last long. The third prince suddenly turned around, his eyes sharp, as if he had made some kind of decision.

"Someone come here!" His voice was low and powerful, echoing in the empty house.

A moment later, a servant hurried in, knelt on the ground, and waited for orders.

"Gather all the counselors in the mansion immediately. I will discuss countermeasures overnight. In addition, strengthen the security inside and outside the mansion, and report any disturbance to me immediately." The third prince spoke very quickly, and every word revealed his unquestionable majesty.

The servant took the order and left. The house returned to silence again, but this silence contained an undercurrent that was about to explode.

The Third Prince knew very well that although the capital city seemed calm on the surface, there were actually undercurrents.

He must act quickly to gain the upper hand in this war without gunpowder and ensure that his position is not shaken.

In the Second Prince’s residence, the study was brightly lit.

Lin Congyun was standing in front of the table, holding a brush, concentrating on painting a landscape.

Her brushstrokes are smooth and powerful, with the appropriate shades of ink, outlining a picture with profound artistic conception.

At this time, Feng Lieyang hurried in with a serious look on his face.

"My benefactor, there is movement from the third prince." He said in a low voice.

Lin Congyun paused when she heard this, then regained her composure. She gently put down her brush and looked up at Feng Lieyang: "Oh? What did he do?"

"He summoned all his advisers to discuss countermeasures overnight and strengthened the security inside and outside the mansion." Feng Lieyang replied, "It seems that he has noticed your threat."

Lin Congyun smiled slightly, with a hint of confidence in his eyes: "Then let him try."

One morning a few days later, before the sun had completely dispelled the mist in the capital, Lin Congyun left his mansion, got on a carriage, and drove towards the Dali Temple.

There are few pedestrians in the streets and alleys, and only the chirping of birds in the distance occasionally breaks the tranquility.

Halfway through the journey, we suddenly heard the sound of hurried horse hooves coming from afar, and then an unusual smell filled the air.

At this moment, a group of men in black emerged from the darkness like ghosts, their faces hidden under their hoods, with only their eyes flashing with a cold light.

The men in black quickly surrounded Lin Congyun's carriage, forming an airtight encirclement.

"Who are you? How dare you block my way?" Feng Lieyang had already drawn his sword and shouted sternly, his voice carrying a majesty that should not be underestimated.