Henwell releases his grip. Lucy collapses to the ground, coughing and gasping for breath for a long moment.
Tears streak her face as she shouts at Henwell, âYou look down on us women! What choice do I have? Iâm not like you. This is an Eastern country, I canât build my own power base. I have to rely on a reliable prince to gain as much control over the empire as possible. Since theyâre all princes, why shouldnât I pick the one I like?â
Henwell shakes his head. âYou donât need to explain this to me. Itâs none of my business. Whatever choices you make are your own. You have options, you donât have to take this path. You could just be a peaceful consort or empress. The higher-ups even tolerate some investment failures.â
âBut you canât have it both ways. You enjoy the privileges granted by them, yet you want to chase your own happiness. Thatâs a huge mistake. You live too comfortably.â
âYou donât understand the path weâre on, itâs a road where the whole world is against us. Wanting happiness isnât wrong, but you shouldnât expect us to help you achieve it. We work for the higher-ups, not for you. You still donât get that difference?â
Lucy gets up from the ground. âIâm waiting for the emperor to pass away and be laid to rest. Then I need you to hold off the palaceâs royal warriors. The mission will be completed soon, you just need to wait a little longer. After that, you can leave. Like you said, this is my business, and if the higher-ups punish me, thatâs my problem too.â
Henwell returns to his seat. âThe timeline?â
âThe emperor has been slowly poisoned, at most a year left. Then weâll rise up.â
Henwell nods. âAlright. Iâll stay in the capital during that time. Youâll be able to find me. If you donât bother me, I wonât interfere with your affairs.â
After Lucy leaves, Henwell rubs his forehead. He finally understands what this âhelpingâ mission really means.
Helping Lucyâ
Not indulging her reckless whims, but helping her come back from a crooked path.
Thatâs a lot more complicated!
Changing a personâs heart is far harder than cutting down an enemy.
Fortunately, Henwell and his team have already made some arrangements in advance; otherwise, it might take another three years.
Henwell plans to use Cao Mingzhi as a stepping stone to enter the turbulent capital.
He will draw all attention to himself, especially Lucyâs attention.
Henwell isnât worried about Lucy betraying him.
If she dares, the higher-ups will immediately lock her memories and erase all assistance to her.
Then Henwell only has to deal with a clever noblewoman, and he has plenty of means for that.
The next day, Henwell disappears into the estate, heading to the contact point to share the new intelligence heâs gathered with his comrades.
After learning the news, everyone feels overwhelmed but can only bury themselves in their tasks.
On the third day, someone comes to visit Henwell.
Itâs none other than Cao Mingzhi, whom Henwell has been waiting for a long time.
Cao Mingzhi looks worn out, surrounded by a large group of guards.
But among them, only four are Entry Rank, and there isnât a single Second Rank Martial Warrior.
Clearly, his father, Cao Yu, has limited manpower to deploy and too many people to protect.
Thereâs Cao Yuâs own safety to consider, the security of the mansion, and the eldest sonâs protection as well.
The other children are even confined at home to prevent any accidents.
Upon seeing Henwell, Cao Mingzhi immediately steps forward and grabs Henwellâs arm. âHenwell, please save my life!â
Henwell raises an eyebrow. âWhat? Are there still villains daring to attack you nowadays?â
Cao Mingzhiâs voice cracks with desperation. âHenwell, Iâm on the brink of death right now. I have no one else to turn to but you!â
Henwell invites him inside the estate. âWhy do you say that?â
âHenwell, the enemy failed last time, but there will definitely be more assassination attempts. I canât stay in the mansion because the target is me. If I stay, I might endanger my mother and siblings. I may not be a good person, but I wonât risk the lives of my closest family!â
âYet many of the top fighters in the capital have been called away, and I donât dare to invite unknown people. The only one I can think of is you, Henwell. Not to mention your guards are all experts, you yourself are a hidden powerhouse!â
Henwell asks in surprise, âTo be honest, you donât really know me either. Strictly speaking, Iâm also someone with an unknown background. If you donât trust others, why do you trust me? Arenât you afraid I might have some bigger scheme and am deliberately getting close to you?â
Cao Mingzhi slumps into a chair, waving weakly. âHenwell, donât joke with a foolish younger brother. If you were in cahoots with the villains, you could have just stood by that night instead of stepping in to save me! As for whether you have some grand scheme, thatâs none of my business. I just need to know you wonât harm me.â
Henwell remains silent. Cao Mingzhi stands up and says, âIf youâre willing to help, Henwell, Iâm ready to pay ten thousand gold to repay you!â
Henwell lifts his teacup and takes a gentle sip. âThough weâre not related by blood, meeting each other is fate. Weâve had good conversations, so I recognize you as a friend.â
The unspoken meaning is clear: weâre just friends, and matters of life and death arenât something I care about.
Henwell continues, âItâs not that I donât want to help, but this situation runs very deep. Whoever is behind it is a powerful force.â
âIf I step in to protect you, Iâm making deadly enemies. After theyâre severely damaged, they might not be able to retaliate, but for me, a nameless outsider, it would be an easy target.â
The message is even clearer: your money isnât enough.
Cao Mingzhi hesitates a moment, then grits his teeth. âThirty thousand gold.â
Henwell shakes his head. âOne hundred thousand gold. And I want an official position, at least eighth rank in the capital.â
Cao Mingzhi freezes, then suddenly stands with a furious expression. âIf you doesnât want to help, fine. But why toy with me? One hundred thousand gold? Even if I sell off my familyâs assets, I canât come up with that!â
âAnd an eighth-rank official post in the capital? You know that in other provinces, thatâs equivalent to a sixth-rank real position! If I had that kind of power, what expert wouldnât I be able to hire? Why would I come here to be toyed with?â
Henwell sets down his teacup, lightly tapping the table. âCalm down and hear me out. Just tell your family about this. If Iâm not mistaken, your father will agree.â
Cao Mingzhi looks at Henwell seriously, filled with doubt. âHow do you know my father will agree? Heâs not even part of the Ministry of Personnel. How could he have that authority? Besides, appointments in the capital are closely watched. Even the smallest official post is fought over by powerful factions. My father may be a third rank official, but he can hardly get involved in this.â
Henwell smiles. âHeh... Donât you trust me? This is the start of mutual trust. Just go and talk. Whether your father agrees or not, I will protect you for now.â