Qin Run found it hard to believe.

"What nonsense are you spouting? My father is a second-rank general with numerous military achievements. It's already an injustice that he's relegated to a position in the Ministry of War. How could he be investigated? How dare you, a mere guard, slander my father? Aren't you afraid of losing your head?"

The guard rolled his eyes dismissively.

"This matter has spread throughout the Ministry of War. It was an order personally issued by the Emperor. Does the Emperor also slander your father? How ignorant."

Qin Run was immediately terrified.

Could it be that Father has offended the Emperor?

What should we do?

He dared not persist any longer.

He tried to run up from the ground to go back to the Qin family to ask, but Ye Qi's long sword, which was held to his neck, slapped hard across his face, causing a burning pain.

"You...you guys are going too far. My mother is a county princess, and the Su family is behind her."

Jiang Qingwan ignored him.

"Night Seven, tell him to get lost."

Ye Qi immediately sheathed his longsword.

Qin Run thought the Su family had intimidated Jiang Qingwan, and smugly snorted.

"Scared now? Jiang Qingwan, remember this today. My mother will definitely seek justice for me."

He had barely finished yelling when he got kicked in the butt.

"If you say another word, I'll break your leg."

Ye Qi already possessed a fierce aura, and at this moment, his face resembled that of a demon.

Qin Run screamed in pain, clutching his buttocks and scrambling away.

"Coward!"

Ye Qi secretly glanced at Jiang Qingwan.

I don't quite understand why she was bullied by the Qin family for five years without fighting back; it's really not like her.

Could it be that he/she is possessed by an evil spirit?

His furtive gaze left Jiang Qingwan speechless.

"work!"

Ye Qi snapped out of his daze after being glared at, exchanged a few words with the guard, and quickly led Jiang Qingwan into the Ministry of War.

All the war-related documents were displayed in a special warehouse, guarded by designated personnel. To access them, one needed the documents of the Vice Minister of War.

Ye Qi easily obtained it, and stood guard at the door without following them inside.

Jiang Qingwan found the bookshelf with the wooden plaque of the Great Sui Dynasty hanging on it and looked at the stacks of bamboo slips, which numbered over a thousand.

Even if you watch it for several days, you might not be able to finish it.

Remembering the birth date and name of her brother that Zhu Huaijun had given her, she twirled the gold thread between her fingers and quickly inscribed a talisman. The golden butterfly wrapped with the birth date soon landed on a bamboo slip.

She pulled it out while standing on tiptoe.

A cloud of dust was stirred up, indicating that the bamboo slips had been left untouched for a long time.

Unfold the bamboo slips; inside are records of four escort missions of grain and military supplies since the start of the war.

According to the filing, a total of six small teams were dispatched to escort supplies and provisions, delivering them at intervals to meet battlefield needs.

She then looked through the other bamboo slips nearby, which recorded a total of twelve bamboo slips related to the transport of military supplies. The only one that had an accident was the small team led by Zhu Huaijun's brother.

According to the records, they encountered severe weather and were unable to arrive on time.

The army sent people to search, but the convoy had disappeared under the avalanche and could not be dug out at all. They only found three horse-drawn carriages left on the edge of the snow cliff.

But Zhu Huaijun investigated it.

The normal route would not have taken her brother's convoy around the snow cliffs.

Therefore, she has never been able to accept the explanation given by the Ministry of War.

After searching for a long time without finding anything else suspicious, Jiang Qingwan put the bamboo slips back in their original place and was about to leave when the top bamboo slip suddenly fell to the ground.

The binding rope broke, and the bamboo slip unfolded a section of it.

"General Su Weichuan of the Great Zhou Dynasty infiltrated the Great Sui Dynasty alone, stormed the Great Sui Imperial Palace, set up the Heavenly Gate Formation, and broke through its traps..."

Heavenly Gate Formation?

Did that great battle use a mystical formation?

She bent down, picked up the bamboo slip, and unfolded it completely.

This should be a military intelligence report to be submitted to the Emperor.

It described how Su Weichuan was exceptionally brave, how he broke through the Sui Dynasty's proud trap formation, how he slaughtered the Sui Dynasty's royal family, and how he beheaded the Sui Dynasty emperor and hung his head above the Sui Dynasty's imperial city.

For some reason, upon reading this passage, Jiang Qingwan felt as if a knife had been used to scrape her heart, causing her intense pain.

She clutched her chest in discomfort, and it took her a while to calm down.

She put the files back and left the storeroom.

Ye Qi asked in surprise, "Jiang Niangzi, why is your face so pale? What happened?"

The prince instructed him to protect him along the way and to ensure that nothing went wrong while he was with him.

Jiang Qingwan waved her hand, and only after leaving the Ministry of War did she ask, "Who is Su Weichuan?"

Ye Qi was stunned.

"The old prince is the grandfather of that Lady Yulan."

"The Su family?"

Jiang Qingwan frowned.

The person who can set up the Heavenly Gate Formation is definitely not an ordinary cultivator. With her current remaining cultivation level, she only has a 30% chance of winning if she encounters him.

Could it be that the person who took away Zhu Huaijun's elder brother's destiny was the old prince of the Su family?

What was his purpose?

At this moment, inside the Buddha Heart Hall of the Su family.

Zhang Yishui, the Vice Minister of War, stood respectfully before the desk.

An elderly man with gray hair was arranging the bookshelves behind his desk, carefully wiping the dust off the bamboo slips with a deerskin cloth.

It was Su Weichuan, the only prince of the Great Zhou Dynasty who did not share a royal surname.

"People from the Ninth Prince's Mansion?"

Zhang Yishui cupped his hands and replied, "His Highness the Ninth Prince personally requested documents from me, saying that he wanted to review the war records between the Great Zhou and the Great Sui, but he did not give a reason."

He hesitated for a moment, then said, "Your Highness, about what happened back then..."

A sharp gaze swept over.

What happened back then?

Zhang Yishui's heart skipped a beat, and he immediately knelt on the ground.

"Your Majesty, I misspoke. In those days, Your Highness was a man of great military achievements. You single-handedly defeated the Sui Dynasty. Your merits were indispensable. Every soldier in the army knew of you."

Su Weichuan chuckled softly, his expression inscrutable.

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