Chapter 61: Worry is so great, he dares not to listen?!

"Tongtong..." Su Guanqing called her cautiously.

Jiang Tong's heart sank completely: "Since when did I lose my sight?"

"I woke up like this," Su Guanqing's voice was bitter, and he lowered his head. "I'm sorry."

Jiang Tong felt as if something was pressing down on her heart, the pain so severe that she could barely breathe. "What are you saying about 'I'm sorry'? It's clearly me who's wronged you. This time, it was me who caused you to be blind."

"No! Tongtong! No!" Su Guanqing panicked when he heard her say that, "How can I blame you? This is not your fault, Tongtong, listen to me..."

He kept talking. Jiang Tong was so confused that she wanted him to stop. But when she saw his unfocused eyes, she couldn't bring herself to say those three words.

"...Tongtong, don't worry. This might just be temporary." Su Guanqing, unable to hear Jiang Tong's response, grew increasingly anxious. "I was able to recover before, and I'm sure I'll be able to recover in the future. It just takes a little longer, more medicine, and more... um..."

He was still chattering when Jiang Tong came forward, knelt on the bed, held his head, lowered her head and kissed his lips hard, blocking his words from coming out.

…

When they arrived at the clinic, the usually kind doctor was so angry when he saw Su Guanqing's condition that he started to scold Jiang Tong and Su Guanqing.

After cursing, Jiang Tong asked the doctor, "Can he regain his sight?"

"Why restore his sight? He's already gone through so much trouble!" the doctor grumbled. "Remember to come for acupuncture every day. Maybe it will heal. If you still don't take your eyes seriously, even a god can't cure them."

On the way back in the carriage, Su Guanqing looked in a good mood.

Jiang Tong remained silent.

Su Guanqing couldn't see Jiang Tong's gloomy expression at the moment. He groped his way to the seat next to Jiang Tong and sat down, calling her softly, "Tongtong? Why aren't you talking?"

Jiang Tong ignored him.

"戈戈?"

Su Guanqing thought Jiang Tong was unhappy about her eyes, so he comforted her:

"Tongtong, I'm not going to be blind forever. Didn't the doctor say that as long as I get acupuncture every day, I'll be able to recover."

In his opinion, this is already a very good result.

In fact, when his eyes began to tear up and feel extremely painful, he was mentally prepared to never see again.

He felt it was worth it to exchange his eyes for Jiang Tong's life.

This year, Jiang Tong has been protecting him. Now he can finally do something for Jiang Tong, and he is in a very good mood.

Jiang Tong looked at him sideways. The redness and swelling in his eyes had almost disappeared, but there were still some red bloodshot eyes, and the broken skin at the corners of his eyes had begun to scab over.

She looked at him longingly, her eyes filled with sadness.

The carriage stopped at the gate of Jiang's house, and the driver's voice was a little panicked: "Miss, this is terrible, many...many soldiers have surrounded our house."

Jiang Tong closed his eyes——

What is coming will eventually come.

Su Guanqing's expression also changed: "Who is it? What's the matter?"

Jiang Tong didn't answer his question. Instead, she suddenly turned around and took his hand, saying softly and quickly, "Guan Qing, when I'm not home, I'm asking you to help take care of my parents. Don't treat yourself as a servant anymore. Remember, you are a member of the Jiang family. My parents are confused. You have to stand up for yourself and can't be too submissive to them. And Quesheng, this child is smart and hardworking. In fact, she can already take on the responsibility of restoration skills. I don't worry about her, but her calligraphy and painting skills are far behind, so please take care of her..."

"Tongtong, what do you mean? Where are you going?" Su Guanqing was completely panicked. He grabbed Jiang Tong's hand and asked, "Is there something wrong with the painting?"

Jiang Tong patted his hands gently: "It's not a problem with the painting." From the beginning, it was not a problem with the painting.

"Guanqing, I'm not at home to supervise you. Remember to take your medicine well and go for acupuncture every day. The money is locked in my dormitory." She stuffed a key into Su Guanqing's hand, "Guanqing, take good care of yourself."

Su Guanqing was in a state of confusion. Just as he was about to say something, there was no one around him. Jiang Tong got out of the car.

When Su Guanqing crawled out of the car, he heard a sentence above his head:

"Jiang Tong, you deceived His Majesty by passing off someone else's painting as an authentic Wu Daozi work. You are guilty of deceiving the emperor. Do you acknowledge your guilt?"

Su Guanqing widened his eyes: "No... woooo!"

Before he could finish his words, someone covered his mouth. He struggled desperately, but the man seemed to be extremely strong and he couldn't break free at all. Feng Fuliu's low voice came to his ears: "Say less now, my ancestors!"

…

The days in prison were not as hard as Jiang Tong had expected. At least she had a room to herself, her meals were delivered on time every day, and she was not tortured.

The Zhengtong Emperor seemed to have forgotten her.

She also didn't try to strike up a conversation with the jailer to inquire about her case.

The jailers were also amazed in private. Such a small kid offended the emperor, but he didn't seem panicked at all. He just ate and slept as usual every day.

Although the conditions in the cell were poor, she did not show any sign of distress and seemed to be able to take everything in stride.

At this time, Jiang Tong was actually ready to face death. She thought that since she had lived two lives, she would be able to fulfill her long-cherished wish by being reborn in this life, which was not a loss.

But sometimes I miss home.

...My mother probably cried again without knowing how hard she was crying.

...My mother's temper was such that she wouldn't even think about managing the household, and if things went wrong she'd even let the slaves bully her. My father could keep things under control, but I didn't know how ill he was. When I was arrested, he couldn't even get out of bed.

...That girl, Quesheng, probably won't go back to her uncle's house. On weekdays, when I'm here, he'll urge her to go to bed late at night. Now that no one's watching her, who knows how she'll keep herself busy.

...But fortunately, there is Guan Qing. With him around, he can always take good care of this whole family.

There was no heater in the cell, and even though it was spring, it was still freezing. Jiang Tong tightened the quilt that was sent by his family.

But no matter how she wrapped herself, she still felt cold. She hugged herself tightly in the quilt, and couldn't stop thinking of that warm embrace in her heart.

Watch you, watch you, watch you...

She closed her eyes and repeated his name over and over in her heart.

At this moment, I heard the sound of an iron lock, and someone opened the door.

At this time, the person who delivered the food must have arrived.

Jiang Tong still had his eyes closed, resting, and showed no intention of paying any attention.

Unexpectedly, the person who served the meal did not leave after setting the table, but coughed.

This sound...

Jiang Tong suddenly opened his eyes.

The man standing in front of him was wearing the clothes of a prison boss and had a fake beard stuck under his nose.

It’s A-Jiao!

"How did you get in?" Jiang Tong was surprised and happy, and asked in a low voice.

Ah Qiao laughed and said, "I, the hero Qiao, have great connections. Even if I want to enter the imperial palace, I can. A mere imperial prison can't stop me."

Jiang Tong believed this. In her previous life, the reason why the emperor was wary of Chief Qiao was not only because of her huge influence in the martial arts world, but also because of her omnipresent ability. Even in the Forbidden City, she had people planted by her. As long as she wanted, she could get to the dragon bed at any time and strike with candlelight and axe shadow. Which emperor would not be afraid?

"Is my family okay?" Jiang Tong held Aqiao's hand.

"Aren't you going to ask about your case?"

"What is there to ask? I have offended the emperor. Who can save me?" Jiang Tong shook his head in self-mockery.

"King Xiang." A Qiao said.

Jiang Tong was stunned.

"Prince Xiang has come to the Zhengtong Emperor and complained that he has an authentic Mi Fu painting that's been eaten by insects and has hundreds of holes in it. You're the only one in the city who can help him restore it. If his nephew, the emperor, kills you, not only will his Mi Fu painting be lost, but his entire treasury of calligraphy and paintings will also be lost. He says he relies on these paintings to make a living, and if they can't be saved, he won't be able to survive either."

Ah Qiao smiled and told her the news he had gathered. "There's also the matter of 'The Scroll of Eighty-Seven Immortals.' The King of Xiang also argued with him, saying that based on his years of experience examining paintings, it was clearly an authentic work by Wu Daozi. The King of Xiang requested that all officials verify its authenticity, but in the end, no one could even tell where the added immortals were. They couldn't even spot the repairs."

She looked at Jiang Tong with a smile: "You and Guan Qing's cooperation is seamless. It's simply amazing."

After she finished speaking, her expression darkened again: "It's a pity for Guan Qing's eyes."

"His eyes haven't recovered yet? Does he go for acupuncture every day?" Jiang Tong asked hurriedly.

"He..." There was a hint of pity in Aqiao's eyes.

"What's wrong with him?" Jiang Tong noticed that her expression was not right and immediately became anxious. "I told him to take medicine and acupuncture properly, and he dared not listen?!"

Ah Qiao sighed, "It's not that he doesn't want to take the medicine and acupuncture properly, but it's not up to him right now."

"What happened?"

"After all the officials inspected you that day, Emperor Zhengtong had no choice but to agree to release you. However, although he agreed, he refused to give the order to release you."

Jiang Tong sneered, "He's just embarrassed. But what does this have to do with Guan Qing?"

Before Jiang Tong finished speaking, he realized something.

The Zhengtong Emperor was only holding a grudge against the orphan of Jingtai. In fact, the family involved in this matter was not only the Jiang family, but also the Su family who had hidden the orphan of Jingtai.

The Zhengtong Emperor had been keeping an eye on Su Guanqing for years, but to no avail. But now Jiang Tong had delivered the orphan of Jingtai to Prince Xiang, clearly showing the Zhengtong Emperor that Su Guanqing had been acting for the past few years.

Now, due to his dignity as an emperor, he cannot kill Jiang Tong, so there must be someone else for him to vent his anger.

Jiang Tong felt like he was punched in the chest, and the blood drained away from his face.

"But he has no reason. Guan Qing behaves well and usually doesn't even go out. Why would that dog emperor touch Guan Qing?" Jiang Tong didn't realize that his voice was trembling. It was trembling with fear and anger.

A Qiao said, "Later, someone presented a copy, proving that the copy you restored didn't capture the original's artistic conception at all and was a forgery. Guan Qing then turned himself in and said he had filled in the gaps and you were completely unaware."

"He's been locked up too?" Jiang Tong grabbed Aqiao's arm, his face filled with anxiety. "He can't be locked up. He needs medicine and acupuncture every day!"

"I'm sorry, I couldn't stop him." A Qiao looked gloomy.

Jiang Tong left A Qiao behind and paced around in the small cell anxiously.

Jiang Tong thought to herself that she didn't know why King Xiang helped her. Maybe it was because he appreciated her skills, or because she was an orphan of Jingtai. But no matter what the reason was, he would never save Guan Qing.

As for the orphan of Jingtai, there was even less hope. He had just been listed in the royal jade disc, and even Emperor Zhengtong had not bestowed him any title. He simply had no ability to shake the dragon throne.

A Qiao didn't say anything, giving Jiang Tong time to digest her emotions. She believed that Jiang Tong would not allow herself to panic.

Sure enough, after turning around five or six times, Jiang Tong's pace gradually slowed down. When she spoke again, her voice had stabilized: "So what is the current situation? What is the attitude of the Zhengtong Emperor?"

"The tone revealed by King Xiang is that you should be fine. It's just a matter of time before you get out. Guan Qing..." A Qiao couldn't bear to finish his words.

"Let's stick to our original plan." Finally, Jiang Tong said this after a moment of silence.

A Qiao said in a deep voice: "I'm afraid it's too late."

It would take a long time for them to support the orphan of Jingtai to ascend to the throne, and Su Guanqing's life and death depended on the decision of Emperor Zhengtong, so he might not be able to wait for them to come slowly.