Chapter 250 Young Master, Say It Again

When Shen Wen came to visit during the day, Song Zhen was lazily playing chess in Jinhua Tower.

"His Highness sent me to tell Young Master Song to withdraw all those keeping an eye on Pei Yide's shadowy figures, leaving none alive." Shen Wen frowned, glanced at Song Zhen who was sitting thoughtfully by the chessboard, said nothing more, and bowed as he withdrew.

Outside Jinhua Tower, the winter chill was biting.

Meanwhile, Song Zhen, who was playing chess, had a pot of charcoal fire beside him, which dispelled the chill of half the room.

He stared at the chessboard in front of him, twirling a black piece between his fingers for a moment before suddenly throwing it onto the board.

"He Lin." He stood up and draped a white cloak over his shoulders. "Immediately, move Chen Wen and Yang An out of the old house."

His face was grim as he flung open the door of Jinhua Building: "Come home with me."

Li Jin's judgment was absolutely correct. Song Zhen quickly understood his intention and knew that he was reminding her that she had become the Crown Prince's next target to be silenced.

The sun was shining brightly, but Song Zhen had no time to appreciate it. While instructing the waiter beside her to deliver a message, she also told the other staff at Jinhua Tower to close the doors and refuse customers.

"Just hang a sign at the entrance and say that spring break has started."

The Song family of the capital city are powerful merchants who control half of the chambers of commerce in Chang'an.

However, Song Zhen, the head of this generation, is not a true member of the Song family.

The carriage traveled very quickly; a journey that should have taken fifteen minutes took He Lin only half an incense stick to travel.

Stepping over the threshold of the Song residence, Song Zhen moved with lightning speed, not bothering to explain, and rushed into the study, placing the scrolls on the antique shelf into a mahogany box beside him.

"Go find a manure truck." He didn't even turn his head. "Once it gets dark, take these boxes to Prince Jing's residence."

He Lin looked at him in surprise. Those scrolls that he usually cherished and couldn't tolerate even the slightest crease were now being stuffed whole into the box.

“Young Master…” He Lin pursed her lips.

"I don't have time to explain to you, hurry up and do as I say." Song Zhen almost swept everything out of the room, whether it was openly displayed, hidden in boxes, or even locked boxes in the walls and under the floor, into the box.

"But what will happen to the young master if I leave at this time?" He Lin asked anxiously.

Upon hearing this, Song Zhen paused for a moment.

He slowly raised his eyes, looking at He Lin's worried face, and suddenly chuckled: "When has your young master ever done anything he's not sure of?" He stopped what he was doing, "I won't die until this game of chess is over."

“Besides…” Song Zhen took out a copper coin from beside him, flicked it with two fingers, and the coin quickly flipped in the air before landing steadily in his palm. “I’m not leaving.”

He said, "I'm just doing this as a precaution."

He Lin looked at him, who was as refined and smiling as ever, cupped her hands in greeting, said nothing, and turned to leave.

After taking a few steps, he turned back: "Young master, just like before, wait for me to come back. Don't go anywhere until then."

Song Zhen didn't speak, but nodded with a faint smile.

Only after He Lin left and her figure disappeared out of the window did his face change to a solemn expression.

He quickly rolled up his sleeves and piled the remaining items into the box.

He was afraid that in the final few moves of the game, all his efforts would be in vain.

I fear that the location where the body was hidden, the remains of Li Mu that I finally managed to find, and the whereabouts of the armor that I finally managed to discover, will all be buried by the heavy snow with his death.

He had to get this crucial evidence into Li Jin's hands first.

Finally, he picked up the dusty wooden box from the display shelf and wiped away the dust.

As the setting sun bleeds like blood, He Lin calls Fan Di back from the Imperial College, disguises himself as a latrine worker, and waits for Song Zhen to personally close the box behind him.

After thinking for a long time, he finally put the small black wooden box down.

"That's all," Song Zhen said. "We need to go under the cover of night."

Fandi glanced at him, somewhat embarrassed: "Young master, I can manage on my own. Let Sister Lin stay and protect you."

But Song Zhen's face darkened: "No." He said it without room for argument, "The things in this box are more important than my life."

After he finished speaking, he took a deep breath and avoided He Lin's gaze.

Turning his back, he placed the blank scrolls one by one on the display shelf.

He stopped and looked back when there was no more sound behind him.

Outside the study, night had fallen, and the plum blossoms were in full bloom.

“I am not afraid of death,” he murmured to himself, “but I am afraid that you will accompany me to my death.”

After saying that, he put down the empty scroll in his hand and opened the small black box.

Inside, a broken waist pendant lay quietly.

Half a piece of jade pendant, stained with blackened blood, still clearly shows half of the character "岑".

Song Zhen took it out and, just like six years ago, pinned it to her waist.

He doesn't have the surname Song. He has always been the young master of the Cen family, and the Crown Princess's younger brother.

Only in this way can one find one's roots in the underworld.

The moon rises above the branches, revealing only half of its silvery surface.

Li Jin's carriage came out of the palace and stopped directly in front of Prince Jing's residence.

He lifted the carriage curtain, just as the palace guards were driving away the disguised Fandi.

"I've told you twice, can't you understand?" the guard said loudly. "How can such filth be parked at the main gate? Move the cart to the back!"

Li Jin stopped, frowned slightly, and stared intently at the person wearing a straw raincoat and a round woven rattan hat.

His physique and posture are very much like those of a martial artist.

"Oh, sir, this is my first time delivering goods like this, and my master didn't explain things clearly." Vandi lowered the brim of his hat. "Wait, where's the back door?"

Li Jin was startled, took two steps forward, raised her hand to lift the brim of his hat, and paused for a moment.

Looking at that familiar face, his gaze shifted back and landed on a truckload of sewage tanks.

"Why did I let such a small guy like you pull the cart?" Li Jin narrowed his eyes and clapped his hands in disdain.

“This… isn’t it all just to make a living…” Vandi said, glancing around.

Li Jin exhaled through his nose and glanced at Zhou Zheng: "Take him there."

After saying that, he walked into the palace with his hands behind his back. After taking two steps, he turned back and said, "Give him another bowl of rice." Before he finished speaking, he sighed, "At such a young age, he has fallen to this state."

Only when the main gate of the Prince's Mansion slammed shut behind them did Li Jin and Jin Shu quicken their pace and jog towards the back gate.

When Fandi pulled the car in and met Li Jin's anxious gaze, he took off his hat and waved his hand, saying, "It's alright, it's alright! Young Master Jin is fine! My young master is also safe and sound!"

Only then did Li Jin's heart, which had been hanging in suspense the whole way, finally settle down.

He put his hands in his pockets, clicked his tongue and complained, "You've made such a big fuss, I thought my mouth was blessed."

Fandi grinned and turned around to unload one of the buckets from the car: "With Sister Lin here, it'll be fine."

Their lives are indeed safe, but there are new, major problems.

Looking at the assassin lying on the ground, Song Zhen frowned and looked at He Lin, who was burning with anger.

She placed one foot on the bottom edge of the wardrobe, grabbed his collar with one hand, and held the dagger in her hand, which was still dripping blood.

Song Zhen coughed twice, curled up in the corner of the wardrobe, and said somewhat timidly, "A gentleman uses words, not fists."

He Lin's anger flared even more, and she slammed the knife in her hand into the back panel of the wardrobe: "Say that again, young master?"