Su Yulan stomped her feet in anger.
Having grown up under Su Weichuan's intimidation since childhood, he dared not resist at all and could only reluctantly curtsy.
"Greetings, Ninth Prince's Consort."
Jiang Qingwan looked at her leisurely, and then raised her hand after a moment.
"Rise. Princess Su has been away from the capital for a long time, and her manners have become rusty. General Qin is now a proper second-rank official. As the wife of an official, you should learn from him."
Su Yulan instinctively retorted.
“You, a lowly merchant, dare to…”
She was interrupted sharply by Su Weichuan before she could finish speaking.
Kneel down!
"grandfather!"
Su Yulan was so anxious she wanted to cry.
Su Weichuan looked at her coldly.
"Kneel for a full hour, or don't ever set foot in the Su family again!"
After saying that, he made a gesture of invitation again.
Jiang Qingwan praised her with a faint smile.
"The old prince is indeed a model of a court official; no wonder he is so beloved by the emperor."
They then followed Su Weichuan into the gates of the Su Prince's Mansion.
Two gatekeepers stood at the door watching her.
The gatekeeper, whom she had just kicked and ordered to slap, whispered, "Princess, please kneel down. It will be easier for us to answer if the Prince asks!"
Su Yulan glared at her fiercely.
"You don't need to rush me! You bastard!"
She was filled with hatred, yet she had no choice but to kneel.
As they walked to the Buddha Heart Hall, Su Weichuan suddenly asked, "What does the Ninth Princess think of the feng shui of my courtyard?"
Jiang Qingwan looked around seriously, observing intently and nodding as she looked.
"Your Highness must have hired a very skilled feng shui master. This courtyard has the imposing aura of a tiger, which is very much in line with your status. It can also bless your descendants, and will surely produce military generals."
Su Weichuan laughed heartily.
"I had long heard that the Ninth Princess Consort was knowledgeable in esoteric arts, but I did not expect her to be so well-versed in feng shui as well. In this light, General Qin is indeed not worthy of you."
Jiang Qingwan rolled her eyes inwardly.
What kind of imposing tiger-like aura is this?
The array formations in this Buddha Heart Hall are so intricate and complex that there is no room for feng shui to intervene.
Moreover, the Buddha Heart Hall was built on the feng shui spot of the entire Prince's Mansion. Such a bizarre act could not have been avoided if a feng shui master had been consulted.
It is evident that the construction of the Buddha Heart Hall was a deliberate act by Su Weichuan.
This eliminates feng shui interference, allowing the formation to be completely controlled by humans and unaffected by anything.
She pretended not to notice anything and nodded slightly.
"I have let go of the past. I also ask Your Highness to convey my message to Princess Su and General Qin so that they can live well and not make things difficult for me again."
Inside the main hall of the Buddha Heart Hall.
The old servant placed a teacup in front of Jiang Qingwan.
"Please have some tea, Your Highness."
Jiang Qingwan glanced at the old jade pendant hanging from his waist, from which a faint black aura lingered.
Thank you.
She smiled faintly as she picked up the cup, but then, as if losing her balance, she spilled it directly onto the old servant.
The old servant miraculously caught it steadily without spilling a drop of water.
"It's a little hot, Your Highness, please be careful."
He placed the teacup back on the table, bowed, and stepped aside.
His steps were unsteady, as if his previous actions were all an illusion.
Qinghui's eyes narrowed.
I became more alert.
Jiang Qingwan withdrew her gaze, picked up her teacup again, and found that there was nothing mixed in with the rising steam.
She took a sip.
It tasted bitter and unpleasant, with a slightly musty flavor.
Su Weichuan, however, thoroughly enjoyed the drink.
"This tea was a gift from the Emperor Emeritus. I've kept it for many years, but I haven't been able to bear to drink it. What does the Ninth Princess think?"
Jiang Qingwan remained silent.
No wonder the tea smells musty after being aged for so many years.
She put down her teacup and took out the sheet of Xuan paper with the ghost-faced stone image drawn on it from her sleeve.
"The tea is excellent, thank you for your hospitality, Your Highness. I have come to visit you today because I have a question I would like to ask you. Please enlighten me."
The old servant stepped forward, took the Xuan paper, and handed it to Su Weichuan.
The moment Su Weichuan opened the door and saw the ghost-faced stone statue, his eyes suddenly froze, and the corners of his lips unconsciously pressed down.
Jiang Qingwan's gaze was intense.
They were watching with exceptionally close attention.
"To be honest, Your Highness, my status is not comparable to that of the noble ladies of the capital. That day, His Highness the Ninth Prince was ordered to go to war, and I really didn't want to repeat what happened before, that he would bring back another beautiful woman from outside. So I followed him all the way to take care of him personally. This stone statue was seen in Qingfeng Village. It just so happens that the person who possesses this stone statue is an accomplice of the rebels and someone who secretly colluded with the Sui Dynasty. Everyone in the capital knows that the war between the Sui Dynasty and the Zhou Dynasty was Your Highness's most illustrious achievement. If this thing is really related to the Sui Dynasty, Your Highness must know something about it."
Su Weichuan carefully folded the paper and gently placed it on the table.
His gaze then swept over Jiang Qingwan, sharp as a poisoned knife.
Why doesn't His Highness the Ninth Prince come and ask himself?
Jiang Qingwan smiled and said, "You misunderstand. The Ninth Prince is busy with military and political affairs and has too many things to investigate. He has not paid attention to the stone statue. I wanted to do something for His Highness, so I came to bother you. I hope Prince Su will not take offense."
Su Weichuan sized up Jiang Qingwan.
This woman seems to have no intention of revealing her ambition and greed.
Yet, those eyes held a profound meaning that was impossible to fathom.
After a few moments of silence, he spoke softly.
"This is indeed an artifact from the Sui Dynasty, called the Mountain-Suppressing Stone Statue. It was used by family members to cheer on and pray for the soldiers going to war. Some generals would also lead their soldiers to break bowls as a sacrifice to the stone."
Jiang Qingwan's heart trembled slightly.
If so, could the mountains of corpses and seas of blood that Li Dou mentioned really be the great war between the Sui and Zhou dynasties?
If we follow this timeline, his dementia wouldn't have been caused when she saved him, but rather during his childhood.
She was lost in thought when a question came from the head of the table.
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