Chapter 110 In the end, it was Jiang Ying who saved the day after the amputation. ...

In the end, it was Jiang Ying who came to the rescue.

She ordered the door to be wide open and had the maids stand guard outside so they could see what was happening inside, but because they were far away, they couldn't hear their conversation.

...

Jiang Zhuoying glanced at the maids outside, then turned back and lowered her voice: "Is there something important?"

Jiang Ying nodded, a fleeting look of determination in her eyes.

She lowered her eyes, avoiding direct eye contact with Jiang Zhuoying.

"A-Zhuo, there's something I've thought about and have no choice but to tell you. I haven't even revealed a word about it to Fu Ce."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Zhuoying's expression gradually turned serious: "Go ahead and speak."

Jiang Ying pursed her lips, looking as if she found it extremely difficult to speak.

"If it's really inconvenient, then there's no need."

“No… I’ll tell you.” Jiang Ying frowned. “Father has caused a huge disaster.”

Jiang Zhuoying's heart trembled instantly. She naturally knew about Jiang Lang's impending doom. What could be more serious than treason?

However, she remained expressionless: "What do you mean by that?"

“Ah Zhuo, I… I only found out recently when I returned to my parents’ home that my father had been in contact with the people of Xiyan.”

Jiang Zhuoying paused for a moment, then asked tentatively in a soft voice, "Did you see something?"

"...Well, I originally intended to go back to the manor to retrieve some items I had left in my room. It was an ordinary day, and my father happened to be out of the manor, so I went to his study to leave him a letter, but..."

"I just happened to see those letters. It turns out that my father has been in contact with the people of the Crown Prince of Xiyan all along, and now he has even more."

"Even more what?"

Jiang Ying suddenly raised her eyes, staring intently at Jiang Zhuoying: "Now she has even written down the matters discussed in the court and wants to submit them."

“Azhuo, Father has committed such a terrible crime. The fate of our Duke Rui’s mansion is probably over. If Grandfather knew about this, I don’t know how angry he would be.”

"We are both from the Duke of Rui's mansion, and I am also unsure of what to do, so I can only discuss it with you."

Jiang Zhuoying was slightly taken aback. What was being discussed in court?

This must be the follow-up to what she overheard last time: Jiang Lang wanted the Xiyan people to assassinate her father, and this was the condition he agreed to.

“If this matter were not so serious, and if you were to become pregnant, I would never dare to trouble you.”

Jiang Zhuoying pondered for a moment, then took her hand again: "Yes, I know about this matter, but I can't make up my mind right now. I need to go back and think about it more carefully."

Jiang Ying looked into her eyes and slowly nodded, expressing her worries: "Father's actions are a heinous crime punishable by the extermination of nine generations of his family."

“If it were just me, it would be fine, but now I don’t want to involve Fu Ce. Originally, I planned to have him save me from this mess, but now I’ve dragged him down with me.”

Jiang Zhuoying frowned; what Jiang Ying said was exactly what she was worried about.

The Crown Princess's family must not have such a stain. It's fine on her own, but if she has Qi Fan, her father and Cheng Yun, and now the child in her womb...

She absolutely cannot allow such a thing to happen.

She looked up and stared intently at Jiang Ying, her eyes serious: "The worst has not yet happened, let me think about it."

She really couldn't tell Jiang Ying that her father and Chengyun were still alive at this time.

It's not that I don't trust her, but given the current situation, we absolutely cannot afford to cause any further complications.

Jiang Ying's beautiful eyes, which were filled with tears, slowly widened: "A Zhuo, you are much more mature now."

Jiang Zhuoying was slightly taken aback, and gently tugged at the corner of her lips, but a hint of bitterness lingered in them.

...

After meeting with Jiang Ying, Jiang Zhuoying went nowhere and went straight back to her residence.

The doorman told her that Qi Fan had returned.

Since she wasn't in the mansion, the man must have gone to the study. So Jiang Zhuoying didn't even return to her own courtyard and went straight to the study.

Chu Yixin wasn't guarding the study door, but the servants and guards at the door all recognized her.

Jiang Zhuoying raised her hand to dismiss their greetings, and without informing anyone, she left the maids at the door and stepped inside herself.

Now that she's in the Crown Prince's residence, no one dares to stop her no matter where she goes.

As soon as I stepped into the study, I was greeted by a soft, thick carpet beneath my feet and the sweet scent of medicine wafted to my nose.

She knew the layout of the place well. She stepped through the floor-to-ceiling screen and walked towards the jade screen with dragon and phoenix patterns...

"You can't tell A-Zhu about Jiang Jinran. She's less than three months pregnant now, so she must avoid having too many emotional fluctuations."

Jiang Zhuoying stopped in her tracks. Jiang Jinran was her younger brother. What was it that she couldn't tell her?

"Your Excellency has considered everything thoroughly." Judging from the voice, it was Chu Yixin who responded.

"Hmm, how's the house I asked you to arrange coming along?"

"Everything is prepared. It's fine to let General Jiang use this place as a resting place for now."

“A-Zhuo is used to the fragrance of pear blossoms in the tent. Please change the fragrance in this study later.”

...

After listening for a few minutes, Jiang Zhuoying changed the subject.

She pursed her lips, composed herself, and continued forward, her tone light and cheerful.

"Crown Prince? What are you talking about with Eunuch Chu?"

The man looked up and saw her, then gestured for Chu Yixin to step back.

Jiang Zhuoying stopped in front of him and put her hands into Qi Fan's hands: "It's freezing cold outside, Crown Prince, please warm A-Zhuo up."

Qi Fan glanced at her, took her hand and led her to the incense burner, gently rubbing her hand.

"Stand for a while, there's a floor heating system inside."

Jiang Zhuoying picked up the hot water, hesitated for a moment, and finally decided to go straight for the point.

News from Jiang Ying's side cannot be delayed any longer.

"Brother Crown Prince, I haven't heard you mention it lately. How long until Father and Chengyun arrive in Luoyang?"

She looked up at Qi Fan, her eyes filled with reliance and trust.

The man reached out and touched the pearl hairpin in her hair, his thin lips parting slightly: "Soon."

"How long is 'soon'? Three days? Or five days?"

Qi Fan held her hand, feeling the icy temperature gradually turn warm.

"The kitchen made your favorite roasted lamb leg for lunch, but you can only eat three slices."

Even when the topic suddenly changed, he remained calm and composed, his tone unchanged.

If Jiang Zhuoying hadn't overheard those words first, she would have been fooled.

She pursed her lips, then suddenly tiptoed and pounced on Qi Fan.

Despite the impulsive action, the man caught her steadily without moving, one hand protecting her lower back, his eyes revealing disapproval.

"Nonsense."

His voice was slightly hoarse, but it carried a hint of tenderness that Jiang Zhuoying could sense.

Okay, although it's still just those two words, the tone is much better than before.

Jiang Zhuoying ignored him and stubbornly stood on tiptoe until she could reach Qi Fan's lips, then opened her mouth and bit him.

The man's eyes darkened, and he gripped her chin: "A little rabbit wouldn't bite like you."

Little rabbit?

Jiang Zhuoying glanced sideways at the little white rabbit kept in the study.

It was hunted by Qi Fan for her not long ago in the hunting grounds. It was well cared for by a dedicated person, its fur was clean, and it had plenty of food and drink.

She pursed her lips: "I'm not a rabbit that bites. This is punishment for your unwillingness to tell me the truth."

The man loosened his grip on her chin, turned around, walked around the desk, and sat down, his expression calm and composed.

"What did you find out?"

Jiang Zhuoying stood in front of his desk, arms crossed. She was much taller than him at this moment, but she felt that she lacked a certain presence.

She had prepared her prepared response: "I know everything I need to know."

The man glanced at her indifferently: "Now that you know, what else do you want me to say?"

Jiang Zhuoying: "..."

She slammed her hands on the desk: "What exactly was that matter you were talking about with Eunuch Chu about regarding Cheng Yun?"

Qi Fan stared at her, but then, as if struck by a thought, he looked away first.

This guy is so shameless; his behavior is truly abnormal.

Jiang Zhuoying's heart pounded even harder, and she walked around the desk and stood in front of her.

"Tell me, I can handle it."

She kept preparing herself mentally, compared to when everyone said her father and Chengyun had died in battle.

What news could be worse than that?

The man slowly raised his eyes to look at her, his expression serious: "Really?"

Seeing his solemn expression, Jiang Zhuoying's heart sank even further.

She mentally imagined the worst possible outcome and agreed to his request...

Her legs suddenly felt weak, so Qi Fan put his arm around her and let her sit on his lap.

From this angle, Jiang Zhuoying's gaze is level with his.

The man's expression remained serious and solemn, his eyes as heavy as a cold pool, covered with a thin layer of frost.

"Can it withstand it?"

Jiang Zhuoying gripped the hem of her skirt tightly and nodded solemnly: "Yes, go ahead and say it."

He stared intently into Jiang Zhuoying's eyes and slowly said, "Your younger brother is injured."

Injuried?

Jiang Zhuoying's eyes brightened slightly: "Injured?"

She suddenly laughed: "Just injured? I thought, I thought..."

She thought Chengyun had lost his life!

She pursed her lips, leaned forward, and kissed the man: "It's just an injury, why can't you tell me?"

Qi Fan frowned, then protected her waist. The girl was clearly overjoyed with relief.

He remained silent for a moment, then spoke again: "This injury is quite serious."

Jiang Zhuoying's heart suddenly skipped a beat again: "How come it's serious? Don't stammer!"

Qi Fan stared at her, his eyes flashing slightly: "Your father and his party were assassinated outside the city. He took an arrow for your father and lost half of his arm."

Jiang Zhuoying's heart tightened, and she plummeted straight down again.

Assassination attempt? Blocked an arrow? Lost half an arm?

She quickly seized on the suspicious point and grabbed Qi Fan's arm: "Why would you lose an arm after being shot by an arrow?"

The man protected her back: "The poison on the arrow is extremely rare, and there is no antidote available for the time being. To save her life, Jiang Jinran cut off her own arm."

Jiang Zhuoying's eyes instantly reddened, and her voice choked with emotion: "Is his life still in danger?"

Nothing is more important than life.

As long as you're alive, you can find a way to get by.

The man paused slightly: "My life has been saved."

"That's good, that's good, that's good..."

She kept repeating those three words with her eyes downcast, as if she were talking to herself.

Qi Fan pulled her into his arms, looking down at her dark hair: "I have broken my promise."

Jiang Zhuoying was slightly taken aback when those words were suddenly uttered in a gentle, deep voice.

It took her a while to realize that Qi Fan had told her he would protect her father and Cheng Yun and ensure their safe return to Luojing.

She was not an unreasonable person, and she knew that the return journey would be dangerous. Without Qi Fan's help, her father and the others might not even be able to save their lives.

Jiang Zhuoying nestled in his arms and shook her head, muttering, "It's not your fault."

"Besides that, there is something else I need to tell you, which concerns Jiang Lang."

"Well, before that, Ah Zhuo should have lunch."

Jiang Zhuoying glanced out the window; it was already noon.

She propped herself up and looked directly at Qi Fan: "This matter is extremely important. Jiang Ying came to see me today..."

"...That's how it is."

After Jiang Zhuoying finished speaking, she stared intently at Qi Fan: "What do you think?"