Chapter 9: "A hundred steps through a

willow tree is not enough to describe it" Lan Yan was prepared to be shot from behind, so her whole body was close to Lu Daizong. If the arrow was slightly deviated, it would hurt Lu Daizong.

It was also because of this that no one dared to shoot an arrow.

But Jiang Zhiyu's arrow not only perfectly avoided Lu Daizong, but also ensured that Lan Yan was not dead. This archery skill, even "a hundred steps through a willow tree" is not enough to describe it.

When everyone thought of her saying that she was just a weak woman when she argued just now, they felt a little strange.

To be honest, they also wanted to be this "weak"!

Anle Hou immediately walked to his son's side to observe his injuries. His injuries were not fatal. Anle Hou was most afraid that Lan Yan would poison the dagger. When checking the injuries, his heart was in his throat.

Fortunately, no one noticed. Marquis Anle heaved a sigh of relief and slapped Lu Daizong hard a few times.

"You little bastard, it's good that you're okay, it's good that you're okay. Go home tonight and let your mother cook for you next time to get rid of this bad luck!"

Lu Daizong nodded silently and looked at Jiang Zhiyu with a complicated expression.

Did she cut off his finger? If so, she just saved his life. If he hurt her, would it be revenge or repaying kindness with enmity?

If it was really not her who cut off his finger, then he had wronged her, and she had saved him...

Lu Daizong's brain was almost a mess.

He was lost in thought, and Marquis Anle called him several times but failed to bring him back to his senses. Wondering, he looked in the direction of his son's sight and immediately understood.

"The young lady from the Jiang family saved you, you should thank her for what she did."

Lu Daizong nodded gloomily.

Jiang Zhiyu was surrounded by Jiang Sulan and Jiang Rongzhao. Jiang Zhaorong was checking her carefully, with an anxious look on his face: "Are you okay? Is there any pain anywhere?"

Jiang Zhiyu hadn't received such direct care for a long time, and was a little overwhelmed.

"It's okay. It doesn't hurt anywhere. I'm fine."

Song Shiwei was almost vomiting blood, but she still forced a smile and held Jiang Zhiyu's arm and said, "Fortunately, my sister is okay. This situation is too scary. I don't know what's wrong with this assassin. He targeted the innocent girl in our house."

Her words seemed to be comforting, but it was not the case when you thought about it carefully. If Jiang Zhiyu was really innocent, then why did the assassin target her among so many dukes and noble ladies?

Those who can fight in the officialdom are all shrewd people, so they naturally understand her hidden meaning. Jiang Zhaorong curled his lips and said, "Of course, he had such evil intentions after seeing that Lu Er and our Zhiyu quarreling. Forget it, it's all some troublesome things, so let's not talk about it."

Song Shiwei wanted to say something, but was choked back by Jiang Zhaorong's eyes.

She kept smiling and lowered her head obediently. Under her sleeves, her fingernails had already dug into the flesh.

The warm scene of father and daughter in front of her made her eyes red.

Why can they be reunited as a family? Her father was killed by him, and she endured the humiliation and recognized the thief as her father for so many years, and she still had to act according to his face!

Just thinking about it, Anle Hou brought his two sons to come forward together. Both of them had a little red on their cheeks and looked very ashamed.

Jiang Zhaorong knew what they were doing by looking at their posture. Although he was not happy, he still put on a smile.

Lu Daizong and Lu Yaozu lowered their heads and said in a gloomy tone, "I'm sorry, Miss Jiang, please don't take it as an offense."

These two people were used to being arrogant and domineering. When they saw them lowering their heads, the young men and women looked sideways and smiled secretly.

Jiang Zhiyu didn't say anything, but just nodded lightly.

His daughter can change her expression, but Jiang Zhaorong can't. He laughed and said, "My little girl is young, she was frightened, please don't be offended, Lord."

Anle Hou waved his hand and said, "It's all the fault of the assassin. Prime Minister Jiang, move aside, I have something to say to you."

After they left, the shame on the faces of Lu Daizong and Lu Yaozu disappeared instantly, and the two brothers turned around and left.

[Wow, the master of face-changing! Even chameleons are not as fast as them.]

Jiang Sulan's mouth curled up unconsciously.

...

With the afterglow of the setting sun, the ministers finally got on the carriage back to the palace. Just like when they left, Jiang Zhaorong and Song Shiwei were together, and she was with Jiang Sulan.

The night spread to the city, and every household lit up the lights, which seemed brightly lit.

The wide bluestone streets are lined with shops and merchants. The streets in the city are crisscrossed and bustling. After walking down a street, there is a waterside restaurant next to a long river.

On the shore, there are many lights and shadows, music and dancing, and the sounds of women and men laughing and bamboo harp are intertwined, which is particularly moving to listen to.

Jiang Zhiyu opened the curtain and lay on it, with his lively eyes like a deer full of excitement.

[Is this the ancient times? Although there are no mobile phones and wifi, it looks quite fun. Is that the legendary brothel? Are there any courtesans? Can I go to see the beautiful sister? ! ! ! 】

Jiang Sulan's ears hurt from her excited voice, and she moved aside inconspicuously.

Jiang Zhiyu didn't pay attention to her, as her mind was all on the brothel in the distance.

The Prime Minister's Mansion is located on the most prosperous street in the city. The carriage drove for half a cup of tea before it slowly stopped. Jiang Zhiyu got off after Jiang Sulan. Two beautiful women were standing one in front and one behind at the door of the Prime Minister's Mansion. The one in

front was the original owner and Jiang Sulan's biological mother: Xu Youran, the legitimate daughter of the Grand Tutor.

She was dressed in purple silk, noble and elegant. Her long hair like a waterfall was tied into a simple bun, and she wore a tassel hairpin with a purple gem on her head. She looked dignified and generous.

But there was a little coldness between her eyebrows. When she saw Jiang Zhaorong, she just nodded and turned around.

【This won't do! Wouldn't it be giving that vixen a chance if we go back now?!

Jiang Zhiyu yelled in her heart, and hugged Xu Youran: "Mom, I miss you so much!"

Jiang Sulan: "..." If she hadn't heard it, she would have almost believed it.

Jiang Zhaorong was the same.

Xu Youran stared at her daughter in a daze. What was that just now?

Was she hallucinating?

She and Jiang Zhaorong fell in love at first sight in the hunting grounds. At that time, Jiang Zhaorong was not yet the prime minister, but only a minister. Later, Xu Youran insisted and the Xu family helped Jiang Zhaorong to the position of prime minister.

The red fox sealed their love, and they wore a brocade tiara and red makeup. How many noble ladies were envious? After the wedding, the couple also lived in harmony, and the husband had not taken a concubine for more than ten years.

What a perfect ending! Xu Youran once thought that she would be happy like this for the rest of her life, but all this fell rapidly after Jiang Zhiyu was born. Xu Youran

still remembers that just after she gave birth, a woman outside the mansion claimed to be her husband's first wife, and brought a girl who was older than her, Su Lan, and walked into the door of the prime minister's mansion openly.