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"Zhao Wuan is a man of great literary talent and strategy. Everyone wants to be his friend, and I am no exception."

Song Jin fooled him with half-truths and finally got his consent, but he also agreed to one thing from Cui Huaiji.

As for what it was, he didn't say and she didn't ask.

So he happily picked up his chopsticks and started eating.

Cui Huaiji stared at her without leaving any trace, his thoughts in a tangle of thoughts.

He seemed to have discovered something extraordinary.

After finishing the meal in the chamber, Song Jin went upstairs to meet Qin Wan.

She leaned against the railing, with a playful smile in her eyes, fanning herself with a round fan and looking down at Song Jin who was going upstairs.

He looked to the side a little more and caught a glimpse of a piece of Cui Huaiji's clothes.

"Young lady, you seem to be very familiar with Marquis Quling?"

Song Jin avoided answering, "What does Manager Qin want to see me about?"

The round fan rested lightly on her chin, and charming yet unpretentious temptation glittered in her eyes.

Qin Wan shrugged and held out her hand to welcome her in: "Let's talk inside."

The sturdy guard stood in front of the compartment door with an expressionless face.

Qin Wan got straight to the point: "The Seventh Prince came to Zhaiyue Tower for dinner yesterday. Guess who I met?"

"Didn't you say you saw Yang Chaoxue?"

"..." She glared at him, "Can't you just cooperate with me? How boring!"

Not as interesting as that Zhao Tanhua.

Qin Wan secretly complained in her heart, and then said seriously: "The Seventh Prince is going to take action, do you have any plan to deal with it?"

"Everything has been arranged. With Marquis Quling taking action, are you still worried?"

Her eyes suddenly became unclear. "Tell me, what is your relationship with Qu Linghou? How could he help you without any reason?"

Having run Sheng'an for many years, she was well aware of the name of Quling Hou, so she didn't believe that Yan Bodhisattva would act so easily.

Could it be that you have taken a fancy to her?

The more Qin Wan thought about it, the more it made sense.

Song Jin held his head back, not wanting to be misunderstood and drag down Cui Huaiji's reputation, "Shopkeeper Qin, you misunderstood. I made a deal with Lord Hou."

She looked unconvinced and waved her hands, saying, "Don't I know the temperament of Yan Bodhisattva?"

Yan Bodhisattva?

Song Jin was puzzled.

Qin Wan knew that she didn't understand these things: "Young lady, don't be fooled by his face. Although Yan Bodhisattva's face is pure and compassionate, he is the sharpest sword in your majesty's hand. When he is unsheathed, blood will be drawn."

Song Jin agreed with the first half of the sentence, but she felt that the second half was wrong.

If Cui Huaiji was really Prince Yan, why did he collect the body of a stranger?

Seeing that he couldn't persuade her, Qin Wan stopped teasing her and said, "Forget it, young lady, you know what to do. What do you want to do next?"

Song Jin collected his thoughts and said, "Send someone to keep an eye on Xu Nanheng. It's inconvenient to act in the East Palace, so don't act rashly for now."

After a pause, she continued, "Keep an eye on Ningxue, the maid next to Yang Chaoxue. She is Yang Chaoxue's confidant, so it's the same if you keep an eye on her."

Qin Wan understood what she meant, nodded his chin, and said with a smile: "Leave it to me, young lady, please pay more attention to the cooperation between Zhaiyue Tower and the royal family."

"Um."

*

It's a little late tonight.

Zhao Wuan had a lot of documents to edit today, and the other officials in the Hanlin Academy were all on duty. He wanted to find someone to help him deal with it, but was turned down.

In desperation, he had to pick up the pile of literature and compile it himself.

The bustling streets during the day become gloomy at night.

Yu Chao stipulated that there would be a curfew every seven days, and tonight was the curfew.

Zhao Wuan was walking alone on the damp road. The night was chilly and he was wearing thin clothes. He rubbed his arms subconsciously.

He muttered, "Why do I feel so cold?"

Looking up, he saw the towering Zhaiyue Tower and couldn't help but think of Miss Qin who loved to tease him.

He couldn't go to see Song Jin, so he went to Zhaiyue Tower to find Qin Wan for messages whenever he had something to say. After a while, they became familiar with each other, and for some reason she suddenly became keen on teasing him.

Zhao Wuan was born in a poor family and was well-known in the village for his honesty. He certainly could not resist its teasing.

Thinking of this, he shook his head and quickened his pace back to his mansion.

"Lord Zhao."

A sinister voice suddenly rang out in the alley.

Zhao Wuan's hair stood on end and he immediately retreated away from that place.

"who?!"

The man was wearing black clothes covering his face, so his features could not be seen clearly.

To deal with Zhao Wuan who doesn't know how to fight, one person is enough.

After just a few breaths, Zhao Wuan immediately realized the man's purpose.

Just as Song Jin guessed, if they failed to stop Tailing this time, they would take action against him.

Who is the person behind this?

The black-clad assassin said nothing more, pulled out a dagger from his sleeve and rushed over.

Zhao Wuan's pupils shrank and he turned around and ran for his life.

*

In the dark alley, blood was quietly spreading.

The black-clad assassin stepped on his palm, drew out his dagger indifferently, and looked down at him: "Master Zhao, a man who understands current affairs is a hero. You should know which side you are on."

Zhao Wuan's vision had begun to blur, and he vaguely saw the man taking off his mask. Even though he couldn't see clearly, he could feel how cold the gaze falling on him was.

It was like looking at a corpse.

There was a strong smell of blood in his nostrils, and every breath he exhaled pulled at the wound.

"Who...are you?"

The black-clad assassin turned around and waved at him: "If you can live to see tomorrow, you will know who I am."

Zhao Wuan stared at his back.

Sleepiness finally prevailed.

Consciousness fell into complete darkness.

*

In the past few days, Xu Nanheng would come to Song Jin's yard every day to have meals with her. Even if he was very busy, he would still take time to come and accompany her.

In her previous life, she would have been deeply moved.

After seeing Xu Nanheng off, Song Jin rubbed his brows tiredly.

Qing Wu put down the cakes and felt sorry for her: "What is the Seventh Prince going to do? My wife has already explained everything to him, but he still wants to entangle me. I see that my wife's dark circles are very serious. Is it because you can't sleep well?"

Song Jin uttered a weak "hmm".

"The incense thread I brought from Qingzhou has been used up. I have searched all over Sheng'an's pharmacy, but I can't find the same one. How can my wife's body bear it if it continues like this?"

Qing Wu couldn't help but worry and wondered whether he should go out of the city to look for it.

Previously, when she lived in the mansion of Marquis Quling, she used the calming incense found by Cui Huaiji. She thought she could not let the marquis down, so when she saw that it was effective, she kept it and did not use it.

I only found it and used it when I came to the Seventh Prince's Palace.

She can't go to Qulinghou, right?

Song Jin also thought of this and sighed in his heart.

What's the point of Xu Nanheng caring about her now? He didn't even notice that she had trouble sleeping. Others could see the problem, but he didn't know it. How could he think that she would change her mind just because he accompanied her for a few days?

"Forget it, I'll just go to bed early tonight."

The palace maid who was sweeping the yard suddenly came over.

Song Jin's eyes changed slightly, and he waved for her to come over, but his remaining eyes were still paying attention to the surroundings, "What's the matter?"

The maid lowered her head and whispered, "Madam, Lord Zhao has been assassinated and is no longer in danger of losing his life."

Song Jin knew that she was Cui Huaiji's woman.

He nodded to show that he understood and sent her away.

Qing Wu lowered his eyes: "Madam, do you need me to prepare the carriage?"

"I'll go later."

*

Zhao Wuan sometimes really feels that he is lucky.

His money was stolen and he was tricked into eating a free meal. When he was desperate, he met Miss Song. When he was stabbed and on the verge of death, he was rescued and saved his life. It was really not his destiny.

Since he is not destined to die, he must fight for a share of this huge Yu Dynasty!

Don’t be an official, but be a subject to the people!

"How is Lord Zhao's injury?"

In his daze, he seemed to hear the voice of Miss Song.

The doctor was also surprised by the severity of his injuries: "The wound on Lord Zhao's chest was only half an inch away from sinking into his heart, and he has a strong desire to survive. This is something I have never seen before!"

The implication is that there is no threat to life.

Song Jin finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Come to think of it, Zhao Wuan was going to be the prime minister in the future. How could a mere assassination take his life so easily?

However, Zhao Wuan is now too honest and simple-minded. He is very easy to be bullied in the officialdom. How many hardships does such a person have to go through to become the scheming Zhao Wuan in his previous life?

"cough……"

Zhao Wuan woke up slowly, looked at the empty ceiling of the bed, and blinked slowly.

He said, how could Miss Song be here?

"You're awake."

Song Jin's voice suddenly rang in my ears.

Zhao Wuan seemed to be stunned by the explosion, his eyes widened like copper bells, "...little lady?"

Song Jin walked to the bed and looked down at him: "It's not appropriate for you to move now, just lie down."

He opened his mouth, but no words came out.

Zhao Wuan is an orphan who lost his family at a young age. The villagers felt sorry for him and fed him with food from everywhere until he grew up.

Whenever he was sick, he would lie alone in bed.

Maybe a few neighbors would come to see him, but most of the time he was alone.

He knew very well in his heart that the people of Poer Village did not owe him anything, but rather he owed the people of Poer Village.

My heart is a little hot.

Zhao Wuan held back his tears and said in a muffled voice: "Why is the young lady here?"

Song Jin didn't notice his strangeness: "I heard that you were assassinated, so I naturally came to see you. I hope you are fine. Take good care of yourself these days. I will tell Lord Sikong about it."

"...Thank you, young lady."

It seemed that Zhao Wuan couldn't think of any words to express his current mood except thank you.

Song Jin is like a reborn parent to him.

It was also at this time that he secretly made up his mind to be loyal to her for the rest of his life and never betray her!

Song Jin sat on the bed and tilted his head to look at him: "Do you remember what the person who assassinated you looked like?"

Zhao Wuan shook his head, recalling what happened last night, and cold sweat broke out on his back.

"He had his face covered and after stabbing me he stopped moving and just told me to know where I stood."

As soon as these words came out, Song Jin immediately had some guesses in his mind.

It looks like those people took action.

Song Jin chatted with him for a few more sentences and urged him to take good care of his injuries.

Before leaving, Zhao Wuan couldn't help but call her, looking a little embarrassed.

"My dear, does Manager Qin know about my injury?"

Um?

Song Jin felt strange. She had this feeling since yesterday when Qin Wan said she was boring. Now when she heard Zhao Wuan mention Qin Wan, this strange feeling became even stronger.

She blinked, looked at his evasive eyes, and vaguely understood something.

The two of them actually...

"Shopkeeper Qin's connections in Sheng'an probably have already received the news of your injury by now."

She stood there, thinking that Zhao Wuan would ask her to pass on a message, but the guy just stammered, his tan face clearly showing pink.

Song Jin's eyes flashed with helplessness, and he stepped out of the room, "Okay, if you have anything to say, go and tell her yourself after your injury heals."