She wouldn't let it go since Song Shuling dared to treat Song Yu like that.

As for Lin Zhiquan... he was Song Ziyu's brother-in-law and also his capable ally in the court.

In their past lives, one was a scholar and the other a warrior, and they covered up countless shameful deeds for each other.

She spread out a sheet of Xuan paper, recalled the events, and then wrote a letter: "To He Xingyun, the Prefect of Jingzhao."

Cai Die glanced at it briefly, then her eyes widened: "Madam, this is..."

The paper listed more than a dozen private matters within the Lin family mansion, each one a shameful secret that could not be brought to light.

"Song Shuling actually poisoned three of her concubines and aborted so many children..."

She also abused her position to accept bribes and sell official posts.

"He Xingyun has been busy with this whistleblower letter."

Song Shuling was rescued from drowning in time, and after a few days of rest, she recovered considerably.

She has been unusually quiet these past few days, and has not come to Xingzhi Courtyard to cause trouble again, as if she is quietly waiting for something.

Sure enough, that evening, Zhou sent someone to say that Lin Zhiquan was visiting the mansion and invited Jiang Wan to come along so the family could have a reunion dinner.

Cai Die worriedly said, "What reunion dinner? I think it's a trap! Madam, you mustn't go!"

Jiang Wan put on her cloak, her smile tinged with coldness.

“The stage is all set up. If I’m absent, how will they continue performing?”

"Minister Lin must have come to stand up for Song Shuling!"

Butterfly hesitated.

"After all, he is the Vice Minister of the Ministry of Justice, a rank higher than a general. He wields immense power and influence. Aren't you afraid?"

"Afraid?"

Jiang Wan raised her eyes, her clear, watery eyes completely calm.

"People love to bully the weak, but once they show their weakness, they are like fish on a chopping board, at the mercy of others."

"What we need to do is make them afraid."

She glanced back at Song Yu, who was sleeping soundly, a hint of gentleness crossing her usually stern eyes.

"Let's go to Cuizhu Hall."