Chapter 49: Snuggling in the Snow He didn’t get up, but immediately reached out to embrace…

Just as his figure was about to disappear behind the rockery, Jiang Tong suddenly called him softly.

Su Guanqing paused and turned around abruptly: "Tongtong, you are really here!"

He didn't ask why you didn't agree to my request just now. He just walked towards Jiang Tong and said with concern: "Tongtong, are you okay?"

Jiang Tong didn't say anything.

Su Guanqing's face was filled with anxiety and worry. "Tongtong, I know Uncle Ye came here just now. What happened? Can you tell me?"

Jiang Tong still didn't say anything.

Su Guanqing recalled the direction from which Jiang Tong had spoken just now, and reached out his hand towards her, but touched nothing.

Suddenly, he felt someone tug at the hem of his clothes, and Jiang Tong's voice came from below: "I'm here."

Su Guanqing felt relieved and squatted down.

"Are you cold?" Jiang Tong asked him.

Su Guanqing shook his head. He had just been anxiously looking for Jiang Tong, running all over the house, and was sweating all over.

"I'm cold." Jiang Tong muttered.

Su Guanqing was anxious: "Then let's go back to the house quickly. It's snowing. Are your clothes wet?"

Jiang Tong didn't want to go back to the house. She arched her back and burrowed into Su Guanqing's arms, mumbling again, "I'm not going back."

Su Guanqing was caught off guard by her collision, and his balance was temporarily unstable, and he fell backwards to the ground. He did not get up, but immediately reached out and hugged Jiang Tong.

As soon as he got his hands on it, he felt the snow on her body, and she was as cold as an ice lump.

Su Guanqing hugged her tightly with heartache, trying to convey his warmth to her.

For a long while, neither of them spoke.

Su Guanqing knew that she was in a bad mood, so he didn't rush her to speak. He just used all his senses to observe Jiang Tong's reaction.

…Her breathing seemed a little faster than usual, her heartbeat was also faster, and her whole body was tense, as if she was in a state of extreme anger or extreme tension, but deliberately suppressing it.

...What did Ye Sheng say to her?

Su Guanqing was anxious and confused, but he couldn't bear to ask her, so he just hugged her tightly.

Jiang Tong huddled in his arms, resting her head on his neck, feeling his heartbeat quicken. After a while, she finally spoke:

"Uncle Ye just came to tell me that the Jinyiwei found Mao Zhang."

Su Guanqing was suddenly shocked: "What? Mao Zhang was arrested?! Did he confess anything?"

"No, Uncle Ye said that Mao Zhang was carrying a child at the time. Seeing there was no way to escape, he jumped off the cliff with the child."

Su Guanqing was shocked for a moment: "Didn't they say it was a fake? How come someone really died?"

Jiang Tong shook her head, rubbing her head against his neck. "There's still no news about Aqiao, and I don't know what happened at the time. But Uncle Ye said that the Jinyiwei must have believed that the child was the heir to the throne."

Su Guanqing was not a man who held grudges. Mao Zhang had almost killed him before, but he had never hated him. When he suddenly heard that Mao Zhang had died a violent death, he did not feel happy at all, but instead felt a little sad.

But soon, his brows furrowed. "If Mao Zhang's identity is confirmed, wouldn't that mean he's Jiang Huaiyan? Wouldn't that implicate Uncle Jiang even more?"

Before he could finish his words, he felt Jiang Tong shaking her head again. Her breath sprayed on the tip of his chin, making it itchy and wet. He wanted to reach out and scratch it, but he managed to control himself.

Jiang Tong said, "Mao Zhang disfigured himself before his death. The Imperial Guard knew he was Mao Zhang based on the clues he left behind, but they probably didn't know he was Jiang Huaiyan."

"So, Mao Zhang did this on purpose? He wanted to sacrifice his own life in exchange for the Embroidered Uniform Guards believing that the child is the heir to the throne." Su Guanqing was shocked by Mao Zhang's actions for a moment, but didn't know how to comment.

Like his father and Uncle Jiang, Mao Zhang was probably prepared to die when he decided to do this.

After a long while, Su Guanqing asked, "Then Uncle Jiang can be released, right?"

Jiang Tong didn't answer.

"戈戈?"

After a long while, Su Guanqing finally heard Jiang Tong's low, resentful voice: "Wu An refused to let him go."

"Why don't you want to release him? Even the royal heir is dead, can't the case be closed?" Su Guanqing was puzzled.

Jiang Tong snorted coldly, "Perhaps he'd rather kill the wrong person than let the wrong one go. He wants to tell the Zhengtong Emperor that he won't let any of the Jingtai Emperor's supporters go free. Besides, Mao Zhang is dead, and there's no living witness in this case. He'll have to give the Zhengtong Emperor something to report."

"But Uncle Jiang won't confess voluntarily. Does he want to be tortured into confessing?"

...If Jiang Huaishan is convicted of treason, wouldn't Tongtong also be implicated?

The more Su Guanqing thought about it, the more panicked he became. But since they had even resorted to the tactic of sacrificing the royal heir, what else could they do?

"Also," Jiang Tong looked up at the snowy sky, "there's something I didn't tell you. There are always Jinyiwei watching outside our house."

She curled her lips and sneered, "They used to disguise themselves, but now they're standing outside in their yisa, as if they're afraid people won't notice."

"Then Uncle Ye came to our house, wouldn't he be seen?"

Jiang Tong said, "Uncle Ye is currently the Right Censor-in-Chief. Without evidence of a crime, the Imperial Guards wouldn't dare to touch him."

Su Guanqing realized something and asked seriously, "Tongtong, do you have any plans?"

"I have an idea. Aren't they afraid of the heir to the throne? What do you think? Let's find a way to put the heir to the throne."

Su Guanqing was stunned when he heard this.

Jiang Tong continued, "Anyway, they don't intend to leave me alive, so I might as well fight to the death."

Her tone was calm, but Su Guanqing could hear a hint of madness in it.

Su Guanqing was so frightened that he tried to persuade her: "Tongtong, no! Wu An has no evidence of guilt right now, so he can't do anything to you or your aunt. Even if it's your uncle, he can only save his life temporarily. If you do this, it will give others a handle. Then there will be no way out!"

After Su Guanqing finished speaking, he waited anxiously for Jiang Tong's response, but he felt the person in his arms push him away, and he became even more worried: "Tongtong..."

She chuckled in his ear: "I'm just teasing you, why are you so gullible?" As she spoke, she reached out and pinched his cheeks, pulling them to the sides, trying to force a smile.

Su Guanqing breathed a sigh of relief and patted his chest cooperatively, looking frightened: "You scared me to death."

But if he could see, he would find that there was no smile in Jiang Tong's eyes.

After she finished speaking, she supported herself on Su Guanqing's shoulders and stood up. It was snowing heavily and a thin layer of snow had accumulated on the ground. The only place where she had been sitting was covered with snow, leaving only a wet butt print.

"It's so cold, my clothes are all wet, I'm going back to change. You should go back and change your wet clothes too."

"Okay." Su Guanqing also stood up and patted the snow on his butt that had already melted into water.

The two of them went back to their rooms.

Feng Fuliu was eating melon seeds by the stove in the west wing. When she saw Su Guanqing's miserable appearance, she was shocked.

"Ouch, did you fall on your butt? Tsk tsk, your butt is covered in mud, how could you be so careless!" Feng Fuliu held a handful of melon seeds in his left hand and one in his right hand, and walked over and leisurely walked around Su Guanqing.

Su Guanqing couldn't say that he was sitting in the snow with Jiang Tong, so he could only respond vaguely and go to change his clothes.

As soon as he closed the dormitory door, his brows furrowed. Jiang Tong had just said that she was just joking, but he always felt that her tone did not sound like a joke.

He thought about it for a long time, and later in the study, when Zhao Quesheng went to the toilet and only he and Jiang Tong were left in the room, he couldn't help but confirm with her again. Only after getting a positive answer did he feel completely relieved.

He was completely unaware that Jiang Tong opposite him was still looking at him, her fox eyes narrowed into a thin line, unblinking, with some indescribable complex emotions flashing in her eyes.

Suddenly, she said, "By the way, you should have finished your medicine almost now, right?"

Su Guanqing recalled and nodded: "It's almost done."

"Let's go get the medicine tomorrow," Jiang Tong said, his tone becoming fierce again. "Do you dare to stop me from buying medicine this time?"

Su Guanqing shook his head hurriedly: "I dare not, I dare not."

"Let's go see the doctor for a follow-up consultation tomorrow." Jiang Tong said again.

Su Guanqing naturally didn't dare to object. Instead, he felt a little excited about being able to go out alone with Jiang Tong again.

However, this expectation was dashed when he was about to leave. Jiang Tong, who always accompanied him to see the doctor, did not plan to accompany him this time!

He only sent Zhao Quesheng to bring him a hand warmer.

"The teacher is not coming?" Su Guanqing asked.

Zhao Quesheng mimicked crisply, "Teacher said it was cold and he didn't want to go out. Teacher also said that Master should go in a carriage and avoid the wind."

"That's true. It's so cold, you and your teacher should just stay at home." Su Guanqing sent Zhao Quesheng away and stood under the eaves waiting for the carriage.

After a night of snowfall, the sky and the earth were already covered in white.

Su Guanqing also felt a white light in front of his eyes. Somehow, this dazzling white light always made him feel uncomfortable, and he couldn't help but feel annoyed from nowhere in his heart.

As Feng Fuliu pulled the carriage over, he saw Su Guanqing standing there with a hand warmer in his arms, looking sad.

He got angry the moment he saw Su Guanqing's listless look, and couldn't help but raise his voice and shrilly, "What? Your eldest daughter won't accompany you, so you're so upset? Can't I, your grandfather, accompany you?"

Su Guanqing then realized that he had forgotten to control his expression again, and hurriedly said a few words to comfort him.

"Get in the car, get in the car." Feng Fuliu jumped down and helped him.

As soon as Su Guanqing got in, he felt something was wrong. The carriage that he remembered as spacious now seemed very narrow. He reached out and found that the carriage was piled with things, so he had to find a corner to hide.

Feng Fuliu didn't know whether she was really angry or just pretending to be angry. She didn't speak to him along the way and drove the carriage straight to the clinic.

After the follow-up visit and getting the medicine, Feng Fuliu did not go towards Jiang's house, but drove out of the city.

Su Guanqing heard something was wrong and stuck his head out of the carriage and asked, "Fu Liu, where are we going?"

This time Feng Fuliu was willing to speak: "Oh, it's still early anyway, I want to go out of the city to get some fresh air, will you accompany me?"

Su Guanqing was eager to go home at this moment and was somewhat reluctant.

Feng Fuliu took one look at his expression and added, "I have to stay by your side on weekdays, so I don't have a chance to go out."

"...Then let's go out of the city for a walk." Su Guanqing agreed and retracted his head sullenly.

However, as things went on, things became more and more wrong.

Su Guanqing clearly felt that the carriage was moving at the fastest speed in one direction. It did not seem like it was relaxing at all, but rather like it was running for its life.

"Fu Liu, tell me the truth, where are you taking me?" Su Guanqing stuck his head out of the carriage again.

"Just taking a walk."

"No, you lied to me! Stop the car!" Su Guanqing stretched out his hand and tried to pull the reins of the horse.

Feng Fuliu roared, "Sit still and don't move!"

Seeing that he couldn't grab the reins, Su Guanqing went to pull the wind-blown willow.

But he was no match for Feng Fuliu and was pushed back into the carriage by Feng Fuliu with a slap.