The letter unfolds.
Jiang Qingwan found the answer to her long-standing doubts within it.
The events here are indeed related to the Sui Dynasty.
The street chief took all the responsibility upon himself and acknowledged his identity.
He was a man from the Sui Dynasty, and his former employer was a civil official of the Sui Dynasty. After the country was destroyed, he and his former employer fled to the vicinity of Qingfeng Village.
The old master was determined to restore his country and avenge his family, but alas, he was already old and died in despair.
After burying his former employer, he settled in Qingfeng Village as a refugee with his four-year-old son.
After Qingfeng Village was ravaged by bandits, many of the original inhabitants died. He gradually became the street chief by relying on his previous skills as a steward.
Three years ago, someone approached him and used his identity as a member of the Sui Dynasty to blackmail him.
He kept it a secret from everyone, including his son, and cooperated with the other side to secretly build tunnels and hoard weapons...
He knew nothing about what those people had done, nor did he have any desire to restore the country; he only wished for his descendants to live peacefully.
At the end of the letter, he drew a map.
That was the location of an iron mine. He used this secret to beg Mo Yunhan to spare his son's life.
Jiang Qingwan closed the letter and handed it back to Mo Yunhan.
"The people of Qingfeng Village are all trapped in the feng shui formation, their fortunes are damaged, and their offspring are almost wiped out. The old street chief's words should be credible, but the people are unaware of it."
Mo Yunhan chuckled softly.
"Is the princess worried that I will massacre the entire city?"
These words are extremely chilling.
Jiang Qingwan knew he was angry, but she didn't want to coax him.
"Did Your Highness participate in the great war between the Sui and Zhou dynasties?"
Mo Yunhan was furious.
"How do you think that I would answer your questions without reservation when you've been hiding so many things from me?"
Jiang Qingwan looked up and stared at him.
Her eyes were slightly red, and the tears from waking up from a nightmare had not yet disappeared.
"Then I'll ask someone else."
Mo Yunhan felt as if he had punched cotton, his chest tight and painful. He turned and left in a huff.
Lian'er came in quickly.
He carried a basin of warm water to help her wash up.
While combing her hair, I couldn't help but whisper words of advice.
"Miss, the Prince didn't sleep a wink all night. He came back and went to your room to keep watch. He's been working very hard."
Jiang Qingwan was lost in thought and ignored him, waving her hand as she casually tied her hair into a bun with a hairpin.
"Go and bring me the brush, ink, paper, and inkstone."
Lian'er sighed inwardly.
She really couldn't understand why her young mistress kept pushing away such a wonderful marriage opportunity.
It's obvious to anyone with eyes that the prince likes her very much.
They indulged her in everything, even allowing her to participate in major military and political affairs.
With such a perfect match, and the groom being a member of the royal family, what more could one ask for?
Jiang Qingwan took the brush and began to paint, quickly sketching the ghost-faced stone statue she had seen at the street chief's house.
Lian'er exclaimed in surprise, "Miss, is this some kind of talisman for warding off evil spirits? It's so frightening!"
Jiang Qingwan shook her head.
"I don't know, I'll ask around when I get back to Beijing."
After breakfast, people from the nearby county government arrived.
After the negotiations, Mo Yunhan led his team away from Qingfeng Village.
at the same time,
Inside a teahouse in the capital,
Su Yulan was having tea with Yun Xiaoran.
Both were county princesses, but Yun Xiaoran had the Empress Dowager backing her up, making her always a head taller than Su Yulan. Now, however, Su Yulan felt like she wanted to lift her head to the sky.
Her head was adorned with jewels, making her even more dazzling.
"Xiaoran, although my husband is not as high-ranking as a prince, he divorced his wife for my sake and helped me to firmly sit in the position of mistress. Now, with the Empress Dowager's reward and the Emperor's personal appointment as the Chief Justice of the Court of Judicial Review, he will be able to return this time and achieve new merits, and his position in the court will be as solid as a rock. I just pity you. You were also a county princess and once enjoyed great glory, but now you have to be overshadowed by a divorced woman for the rest of your life. It is too suffocating."
Yun Xiaoran felt an urge to slap her twice.
But he smiled modestly.
“Sister Yulan, your life has improved, but if that Jiang family really marries the Prince and becomes the de facto Ninth Princess of the Royal Family, not to mention whether General Qin’s path to promotion in the court will be hindered, just the fact that he will have to kowtow to Jiang family in the future, can you bear it, sister?”
The smile on Su Yulan's face gradually faded.
Yun Xiaoran continued, "I heard from my grandmother, the Empress Dowager, that the Second Prince is preparing to marry your cousin. He has written a memorial to the Emperor requesting that the marriage be granted. The Emperor has no objections, and the imperial decree for the marriage should be issued in a couple of days. From now on, you can no longer call her cousin; you must call her Your Highness, the Princess Consort."
Now, Su Yulan could no longer maintain her smug expression.
“Yun Xiaoran, I know exactly what you’re thinking. You called me out today because you want to team up with me to deal with the Jiang family and solidify your position, right? In the end, I can participate in this matter or not. If you want to ask for a favor, then show some sincerity in asking for a favor.”
Yun Xiaoran wiped her mouth with a handkerchief.
"The old Prince Su was once just a general, and the old Princess Consort was once just a mistress of the household, just like you, sister. But now, aren't they both honored as princes and princesses? If another prince of a different surname were to emerge in this Great Zhou, I wonder if you would be interested, sister?"
Su Yulan swept her gaze sharply over.
"With you?"
Yun Xiaoran smiled and said, "Of course I can't do it alone. This matter can only be decided by the Empress Dowager and the Emperor. But it's just a matter of accumulating merits and power. I have a plan. Would you like to hear it, sister?"
Su Yulan hesitated for a moment, then leaned forward.
"Go ahead and speak."
Yun Xiaoran also leaned closer.
"It seems unlikely that Qin Minglang and the Prince can reconcile. In that case, let's make them enemies. I can help Qin Minglang stand on equal footing with the Ninth Prince in court and gain the Emperor's favor. But you must get rid of Jiang Qingwan for me, and make sure it doesn't implicate me. Only then can I win back the Prince's heart. You get what you want, and I get what I want. How about it?"
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