"What do you know?"

Jiang Jinglin did not answer, but only stated the facts: "On the night of the incident at Ping'an Temple, more than a hundred students who were on their way to take the imperial examination died."

Madam Jiang suddenly opened her eyes wide and looked at her son in disbelief.

How unlucky they were, to actually...

At that moment, Madam Jiang seemed to know why. She glanced at her son and hurriedly walked towards her daughter's bamboo garden.

She knew that her eldest sister had no hope for the rest of her life, and she felt a sense of relief.

They were no longer coerced. At this moment, Madam Jiang realized that they should indeed stay in the mansion and not go out.

Arriving at the bamboo garden, I heard noises inside the house and knew that my daughter had woken up.

She strode inside, but as soon as she reached the door, she imagined what she would see.

My daughter was at home the whole time, so how did she get injured?

The two maids, Lan'er and Mei'er, were also beheaded.

The Marquis of De'an's mansion cannot be compared with other mansions, nor is it made of paper. So who made it?

"Wu Ma, hurry and go find my mother." Jiang Manyun woke up and found herself still alive. She couldn't wait to see Madam Jiang.

"Yun'er—" Madam Jiang composed herself and walked in from outside.

Seeing this, Wu's mother stood to the side.

When Madam Jiang arrived, she saw her daughter's pale face and the bandages on her body. She said to Wu Ma, "Go down and brew some medicine for the young lady."

"Yes." After bowing, Wu Ma turned and left.

Jiang Manyun had just woken up and didn't have much energy left. She kept trying to stay awake and looked at her mother.

"Yun'er, you've suffered so much." Madam Jiang forced a smile onto her daughter's face, but tears streamed down her face.

She couldn't understand who, besides those two people in the palace, would harm her daughter.

"Mother, Honglian came to see me."

Madam Jiang paused for a moment, then stammered, "You mean?"

Jiang Manyun nodded bitterly.

"Mother, what should I do?" Jiang Manyun was at a loss, unsure if she could truly escape Princess Honglian's clutches.

Madam Jiang thought for a moment, "Focus on recovering and don't think about anything else." Perhaps, she really should listen to her son and gradually withdraw; that would be the best way to save her life.