Upon seeing the jade pendant, the shopkeeper knelt down with a thud: "Greetings to the young master."
Song Yue helped the person up, and the shopkeeper said, "Please wait a moment, young master, I will go and make arrangements right away."
After walking for a day and a night, her legs ached, and she was exhausted and thirsty. She had a hearty meal arranged by the innkeeper and had just rested for a moment when she sensed a murderous aura in the courtyard.
I pushed open the door and stepped out; there were eight people standing in the courtyard.
"Greetings, Miss."
Eight people bowed.
Song Yue looked at the eight people. They exuded a murderous aura, as if they were in an extremely dangerous place, where a slight misstep would lead to their utter destruction.
Coming to her senses, Song Yue looked at the head guard and asked, "Do you all have names?"
"Yes, Ling Yi."
They are Ling Yi, Ling Er, Ling San... Ling Ba
Song Yue's lips twitched slightly; this was truly a perfunctory response.
Ling Yi stepped forward: "What are your orders, Miss?"
"I want you to accompany me to southern Xinjiang. We'll set off immediately."
Judging by the timeline, the Northern Chu Emperor will soon be gathering military power and marching south in one fell swoop.
"Does Miss want to save the Princess?" Ling Yi asked.
Song Yue nodded.
Her mother was trapped in southern Xinjiang, and she had to rescue her.
"Before the princess left, she gave an order that we must never leave Northern Chu in our lives. If the eight of us leave Northern Chu, the eldest young master will surely die."
Song Yue was puzzled.
The eldest son, Song Hengchuan, is her twin brother.
"Miss, you may not know this, but back then, in order to force the princess to marry into a foreign land, the Emperor Taizu poisoned the eldest son. The eight of us had to take turns going to collect the antidote every three months."
Song Yue raised an eyebrow, wishing she could lift the founding emperor from his tomb and see what terrible idea he had come up with.
Where can I get the antidote?
"Distributed by the secret guards of the founding emperor."
Song Yue remained calm. Compared to her heartless brother, whether he lived or died was none of her concern.
She still remembered that when she returned to the manor, after the physical examination, Song Hengchuan almost beat her to death with a whip, saying that she would be better off dead to avoid bringing shame upon herself upon returning.
She thought that Song Hengchuan was just that kind of person.
However, Song Hengchuan was very protective of Song Yao and always indulged her.
During her year at the Duke of Jingguo's mansion, she was inexplicably beaten by Song Hengchuan every few days. Her injuries would heal and then relapse, over and over again, until she was covered in scars and looked terrible.
It would be better if such a person died.
"With the jade pendant in hand, you must obey my orders!" Song Yue said with a stern face, "Tonight, everyone will come with me to the Southern Frontier."
"Miss……"
Song Yue's eyes hardened, and the aura she exuded in that instant was no less than Ling Yi's.
Ling Yi was even more surprised that such a young girl could have such an imposing presence, forcing them to bow their heads.
"yes!"
Waiting for night to fall
Song Yue's mind was in turmoil. She knew nothing about what was happening in the Southern Frontier, nor did she know whether her mother was doing well or not.
Mother, you must wait for your child.
Suddenly, faint footsteps came from the eaves. Song Yue frowned, bent over, and retreated to the side of the pillar, clutching a dagger in her hand.
"Little girl, I'm not here to harm you, I just have some things to remind you of."
A gentle sound came from outside the window.
Song Yue frowned.
"I am your eighth imperial uncle."
The person opened the door, carrying a pile of food, which he placed on the table and raised with both hands: "You cannot go to Southern Xinjiang."
Upon hearing about the Southern Frontier, Song Yue stepped out, her eyes narrowed, and asked, "Why?"
"Because your mother is no longer in southern Xinjiang."
Upon hearing this, Song Yue's heart sank.
The man pulled up his large robe, bent down and sat on the chair, opening the food container and instantly filling the room with a delicious aroma.
In the candlelight, the man had an extremely handsome and alluring face, and his slight smile was dazzling.
"Why should I believe you?" Song Yue remained wary.
The man raised an eyebrow: "I am your Eighth Imperial Uncle."
"This is the first time we've met."
The man was speechless.
The kind-hearted Eighth Prince, praised by everyone in Kyoto, was rendered speechless by a little girl's retort.
"I have no grudge against you, why would I harm you?" The man explained, "My name is Zhao Zhiyan, and I have also learned that your mother is on her way back to Northern Chu."
Song Yue didn't believe it; her mother never set foot back on the homeland of Northern Chu until her death.
Seeing that Song Yue didn't believe him at all, Zhao Zhiyan felt a little discouraged and said, "Everything I said is true. Judging by the distance, I can be back within two months."
Finally, having no other choice, he took out a letter from his pocket and handed it to Song Yue.
She took it with some skepticism and compared it with the letter she had gotten from the old monk; the handwriting was indeed exactly the same!
"Why did Mother suddenly come back?" Song Yue wondered.
Zhao Zhiyan said, "It was the Emperor of Southern Xinjiang who personally escorted your mother away. As for the reason, I do not know."
He only received the news three days ago. The letter asked him to go to Xingshan Village to protect Song Yue. By the time he rushed to Xingshan Village, Song Yue had already disappeared.
The servants in the villa said that Song Yue was burned to death.
When Zhao Zhiyan opened the coffin and examined it, he discovered that the remains were not those of a teenager, and thus knew that Song Yue was not dead. It took him three days to find her.
The little girl is quite clever.
After carefully reading the letter, Song Yue suddenly had a bold guess in her mind.
Could it be that Mother has also been reborn?
Otherwise, how would they know that they were being raised in a villa in Xingshan Village?
Realizing this, Song Yue was both surprised and delighted. She gave Zhao Zhiyan a friendly look and respectfully poured a cup of tea, presenting it to him with both hands as an apology.
Zhao Zhiyan was both amused and exasperated, but her eyes were filled with admiration. She generously accepted the teacup and brought it to her lips to drink.
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