Chapter 3703 — The Younger Junior Sister's Date
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What gratified Wei Zhao somewhat was that the contents of the two intelligence reports were largely consistent, which proved that, at least for the time being, Li Zhengming truly was working for him in good faith. Otherwise, had Li Zhengming merely been humoring him and muddling through before, any intelligence delivered now would surely be false—and might even be laced with traps to lure him into a snare.
But now, with two reports corroborating each other, there was no need for such worry at all.
Without either of them knowing it, Zhong Yongliang and Li Zhengming had each served as a witness for the other—and in the days to come, they would continue to cross-verify one another.
Should either of them ever turn disloyal, Wei Zhao would notice at once. This was precisely why he had been willing to take Li Zhengming in; with such a double safeguard in place, he had no fear whatsoever of Li Zhengming biting the hand that fed him.
When the sky was fully bright the next day, the cave dwelling's ward was suddenly touched, ever so lightly. Wei Zhao answered the summons and stepped outside, yet found no one there—only a finely wrought letter on the stone slab at his door.
A knowing, faintly amused curve tugged at the corner of Wei Zhao's mouth. This was exactly as the intelligence had described. No need to guess—this letter was surely from Meng Jueming's hand.
Wei Zhao knew that Meng Jueming and the others must be watching from some distant vantage point at this very moment, so he obligingly picked up the letter and turned back into his cave dwelling.
He unfolded it. Barely a few lines were written there, in a delicate and lovely hand. Had he not already known this was a scheme devised by Meng Jueming, Wei Zhao would truly have believed it came from the brush of some young maiden.
"Junior Brother Wei Zhao, from the very first moment I laid eyes on you, your figure has lingered in my mind and refused to leave. I wish to see you—there is something I want to say to you. The little grove, this afternoon. Be there without fail. Shangguan Lan'er."
Wei Zhao shook his head with a smile. On the back of the letter was another line: "My grandfather is exceedingly strict about propriety between men and women. Destroy this immediately upon reading."
"Heh… These people really have thought of everything," Wei Zhao said, speechless and amused.
He was certain that at this very moment, a similar letter had been delivered into Shangguan Lan'er's hands—only with different contents. It would have been written in his, Wei Zhao's, name, using a desire to see the little curly-furred bear as the pretext to invite her to the little grove that afternoon.
And on the back of that letter, there would likewise be such a line of instruction. Once she truly followed it, there would be no evidence left to check—the dead giving no testimony.
Meng Jueming's scheme, plainly stated, was quite simple: use Wei Zhao's name to lure Shangguan Lan'er to the little grove, and simultaneously use Shangguan Lan'er's name to declare love to Wei Zhao, manufacturing a misunderstanding in between so that Wei Zhao would fall into the trap.
In his eyes, Wei Zhao might seem shrewd and forceful at first glance, but was in truth nothing more than that—especially where matters between men and women were concerned, when even a normal person's wits would desert him.
To suddenly receive such a confession, and from none other than a little princess of such deep background as Shangguan Lan'er—anyone, surely, would be thrilled to the point of wishing to fly straight to the grove for the tryst, never once pausing to ask whether the letter was genuine or forged. And Wei Zhao, the "starving lecher" of Kang Jingming's words, would be no exception.
And once Wei Zhao did go, elated, and then in the grove met Shangguan Lan'er, if he rashly said something inappropriate—or worse, laid hands on her—then the matter would blow up beyond all control.