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Moreover, he'd love for these two to make a move.

The Wang family has already been dealt with; if the Zhao and Li families follow suit, it will be a perfect opportunity to wipe them all out at once.

If he acquires all the resources from the three families, his wealth will multiply several times over.

At that time, the entire city will be completely under control.

As for whether any noble families would dare to pledge allegiance in the future, Wu Feng twitched the corner of his mouth.

Once he has established Yingzhou City and its army is strong and well-equipped, even if those aristocratic families know he is ruthless, they will still eagerly flock to him.

In this world, there are many who add flowers to brocade, but few who offer charcoal in the snow.

But if you have the ability, even if you don't offer help, someone will deliver it to your doorstep.

He opened his eyes, stood up, and walked out of the front hall.

Walk through the corridor and back to the backyard.

In the courtyard, Li Qinglu was sitting next to a stone table, looking at several sheets of paper in her hand.

Mu Wanqing sat opposite her, a small notebook spread out in front of her, a pen in her hand, writing something.

Azi sat to the side watching the two of them, helping to grind the ink.

Wu Xingyun sat to the side, practicing his martial arts with his eyes closed.

"Wu Lang." Li Qinglu raised her head.

Mu Wanqing also called out "Young Master".

Azi also called out and immediately wiped the stone bench for Wu Feng.

Wu Feng walked over and sat down on the stone bench.

"I'm going out tomorrow," he said. "To lead the troops to attack Yong'an County. You all stay in the city."

Li Qinglu put down the paper in her hand and looked at him: "How long will you be gone?"

"It could be a day if things go smoothly, or two or three days if things go slowly," Wu Feng said, "depending on the situation over there."

Mu Wanqing asked softly, "Young Master, should we bring a few people with us?"

Wu Feng shook his head: "No need. You all stay in the city and do what you need to do. With Wu Xingyun here, nothing will happen."

Wu Xingyun opened his eyes, glanced at him, and nodded.

After chatting with the others for a while, Wu Feng turned around and went to the study.

Pushing open the door to the study, I found it somewhat dimly lit, with the window half-open and a breeze blowing in, rustling the papers spread out on the table.

He went over, pressed the paper down, and sat down behind the table.

Leaning back in his chair, he thought for a moment. Then he heard footsteps in the corridor outside. A servant came in with a cup of tea, placed it on the table, bowed, and left.

Wu Feng picked up his teacup, took a sip, and put it down.

We need to make arrangements for tomorrow's siege first, and we also need to write the memorial and have someone send it back to Kaifeng Prefecture.

Zhao Kuangyin needed to know the situation here, so as not to give the impression that they were establishing a separate faction.

He glanced in the direction of the door and called out, "Someone come here."

A guard entered from outside, clasped his hands in a salute, and asked, "Your Excellency, what are your orders?"

"Go and call Zhang Heng and Mu Lingyun over."

The guard responded and turned to leave quickly.

Wu Feng leaned back in his chair, closed his eyes, and his mind stirred slightly.

The Nine Yang True Qi in his dantian surged and flowed slowly along his meridians.

He cultivated while waiting.

Soon after, hurried footsteps echoed down the corridor.

He opened his eyes and looked towards the doorway.

Zhang Heng entered first, dressed in a blue long robe and carrying several documents in his hand. He walked in with a somewhat cautious expression on his face.

"Your Excellency the Governor." Zhang Heng bowed respectfully to Wu Feng and stood aside to wait.

Wu Feng looked at him and said, "Help me write a memorial, a simple and clear account of the intelligence regarding the capture of Yingzhou City. Don't include any fluff, just describe how the battle was fought and the current situation in the city. Just make it clear."

Zhang Heng was taken aback, clearly not expecting that he would be asked to write a memorial to the throne.

But he quickly realized what was happening and nodded hurriedly, his face showing a hint of solemnity: "Yes, Your Excellency. I will write it down immediately."

He turned and walked to the desk beside him, first placing the documents in his hand aside, then taking a brush from the brush holder, dipping it in ink from the inkstone, and spreading out a blank sheet of memorial paper.

Zhang Heng was very serious when he wrote, with his back straight and his pen-holding posture correct.

The pen tip scratched across the paper, and neat lines of small regular script were written out.

Wu Feng didn't urge him, and leaned back in his chair to continue his cultivation.

The vital energy flows slowly through the meridians, warm and very comfortable.

After waiting for a while, Zhang Heng put down his pen, picked up the memorial, blew on the ink, and then held it with both hands as he walked up to Wu Feng and handed it to him.

"Your Excellency, it's finished. Please take a look."

Wu Feng took it and looked at it once.

The memorial was indeed written in a simple and clear style.

Wu Feng nodded after reading it.

Zhang Heng was a good writer; he wrote what he should have written and omitted what he shouldn't have.

He picked up the official seal from the table, dipped it in ink, and stamped it at the end of the memorial.

The red seal is pressed on top, which means it's official.

"Alright." Wu Feng folded the memorial and placed it on the corner of the table. He waved to Zhang Heng, "You may leave now. Go and call Han Yufeng over; I have something to ask her."

Zhang Heng quickly bowed and said, "Yes, Your Excellency."

Zhang Heng nodded, turned and left.

Wu Feng leaned back in his chair and tapped his fingers lightly on the armrest twice.

Zhang Heng is a fairly easy person to work with. He is meticulous in his work and efficient in his writing.

Moreover, that skill of excellent oratory will come in handy when recruiting people in the future.

He closed his eyes and continued to circulate his inner energy.

After waiting a short while, footsteps could be heard outside.

Mu Lingyun, dressed in a dark blue outfit, walked in, strode to the desk, and clasped his hands in a salute.

"Lord Governor."

Wu Feng opened his eyes, looked at him, and said directly, "Mu Lingyun, go and gather a thousand veterans. We'll set off early tomorrow morning to attack Yong'an County."

Mu Lingyun nodded without hesitation: "Yes, Your Excellency."

Wu Feng picked up the memorial on the table and handed it over: "There's one more thing. Arrange for someone to send this memorial back to Kaifeng Prefecture and present it to the Emperor. Find a reliable person to deliver it, and make sure nothing goes wrong on the way."

Mu Lingyun stepped forward, took the memorial with both hands, and carefully put it into his bosom.

"Rest assured, Your Excellency, I will arrange for a few skilled men to deliver it; I guarantee it will arrive safely."

Wu Feng nodded.

Mu Lingyun stood there for a while, and seeing that Wu Feng had no other instructions, he clasped his hands in a salute and said, "Then this subordinate will go and muster the troops first."

"Go."

Mu Lingyun turned and walked out of the study, taking large, quick strides until his footsteps faded into the distance.

The study fell silent, leaving only Wu Feng alone.

He leaned back in his chair, closed his eyes, and continued his cultivation.

The Nine Yang True Qi circulated in the meridians, and the proficiency level gradually increased.

The light from outside the window moved slowly, shining obliquely in from the doorway and casting streaks of light and shadow on the floor.

After waiting for a while, footsteps came from the corridor, light and hurried.

Han Yufeng walked in, dressed in a black, close-fitting outfit, her hair tied up, and a red belt around her waist. She walked to the desk, clasped her hands in a respectful greeting.

"Lord Governor."

Wu Feng opened his eyes, looked at her, and asked, "I asked you to investigate the surrounding counties. Did you find any useful information?"

Han Yufeng nodded, took out several sheets of paper from her bosom, and handed them over with both hands: "Your Excellency, this is all the information we have gathered."

Wu Feng took it and looked down at it.

It was written in great detail on the paper.

Yong'an County is garrisoned by 420 soldiers. The garrison commander is Wang Desheng, a third-rate martial artist who wields a large sword.

The population is approximately 12,000, with young and middle-aged adults making up about 30%.

Anping County is garrisoned by 560 soldiers. The garrison commander is Liu Wenzhong, a third-rate martial artist who wields a long spear.

The population numbered over nine thousand, with young and middle-aged adults making up about thirty percent of it.

The situation in Qinghe County and Pingshan County is also clearly described, including the number of troops stationed there, the commanders in charge, and the number of civilians.

After reading it, Wu Feng put the paper on the table and nodded.

Han Yufeng was indeed efficient; she spent a whole day out there and got a clear understanding of the situation in all four counties.