Jiang Zhaorong didn't even open his eyes, his tone was a bit indifferent: "Why rush? She hasn't even had her coming-of-age ceremony yet... Counting the days, it should be soon."
Taohong nodded lightly, "We'll be there in five days. Lord, please don't blame me for being nosy. Miss Song's reputation in the capital is worrying right now. If she doesn't find someone she likes while she's still young, I'm afraid she won't be able to find one when she's older."
Taohong moved her hand away and went back to the table to pour tea for Jiang Zhaorong. "This servant knows that the Prime Minister treats Miss Song like his own daughter. As a father, it is natural for a daughter to be reluctant to marry, but the Prime Minister also has to consider Miss Song. When a girl grows up, she will eventually leave home."
Song Shiwei paused at the gate of the courtyard, and the maid beside her didn't dare to look at her.
Then, Jiang Zhaorong's impatient voice could be heard from the courtyard: "Why are you so anxious? How can she not get married? Even if she can't get married, she won't need a single meal in the Prime Minister's Mansion."
A gleam of light flashed in Song Shiwei's eyes. Although she didn't know what Jiang Zhaorong was planning next, but after hearing these words, it seemed that he treated her the same as usual?
Could it be that I was overthinking it? Jiang Zhaorong might be really busy and didn't have time to look at me?
As she was thinking, she stepped into Jiang Zhaorong's courtyard. As soon as she entered, she smelled the fragrance of Jiang Zhaorong.
Isn’t that the incense I gave him before?
The smile on Song Shiwei's face deepened, as if he hadn't heard anything. He walked up to them and bowed gracefully.
Jiang Zhaorong: "Why are you here?"
Song Shiwei took out the prepared sachet and said, "Father, you've been exhausted from the long journey. I thought you must have not gotten enough rest, so I made this calming incense overnight. This incense will soothe you and calm your mind. Hang it by your bed at night. It will surely relieve your fatigue and restore your spirit."
This incense was just some stock she had left for Jiang Kangan before, but she didn't expect it to come in handy here.
Jiang Zhaorong glanced at the sachet, but didn't take it. He just nodded and said, "You're so thoughtful. Put it on the table."
Song Shi's smile froze on his face.
Taohong's eyes showed a little deep meaning. She looked at Jiang Zhaorong, then at Song Shiwei, and then lowered her head.
It seems that Jiang Zhaorong's feelings towards this adopted daughter are not as he said, and he does not have any grudges against her at all.
Taohong was originally worried that what she had just said might have angered Jiang Zhaorong, but now she is not worried at all.
Her body obviously relaxed, and she looked at Song Shiwei with the corners of her mouth raised, as if smiling.
Song Shiwei placed the sachet on the table. Before she could even say a few words of greeting, Jiang Zhaorong couldn't wait to send her away: "The things have been delivered, so go back and rest early."
Song Shiwei: "..."
Okay, let her go!
She stood up obediently, her eyes full of disappointment: "Then my daughter will take her leave first, and father should go to bed early."
After leaving Jiang Zhaorong's yard, the expression on Song Shiwei's face suddenly disappeared.
My intuition turned out to be correct!
Why did Jiang Zhaorong's attitude towards him change so drastically?
What happened during the Jinzhou trip? Was it because of Jiang Zhiyu again?
She has already severed ties with the Prime Minister's Mansion. Can't she just be more content?
Do you really have to go against yourself?
The expression on her face was ferocious, her eyes were dark and cold, and terrifying.
However, the maid seemed oblivious to her current expression, and spoke with a touch of admiration: "I heard that His Majesty issued an edict today, appointing Miss Jiang as a Bachelor of Imperial Reading, and also ordering her to be in charge of the imperial examinations."
Song Shiwei's ears seemed to ring with thunder. She stopped in her tracks and looked at the maid in disbelief: "What?!"
…
In the general's mansion, Jiang Wenjing and He Yanting sat opposite each other with a map in front of them. Looking over, it was a map of Mobei.
"During the days since you left for Jinzhou, Prince Torrey and his group have indeed considered breaking into the prison. Fortunately, His Majesty dispatched additional personnel early on, and so far, they've already captured four people and have them imprisoned."
The people Torre brought with him, including the envoy and himself, only totaled seven people, and now four of them have been arrested and imprisoned...
At this point, Jiang Wenjing's tone was rarely confused: "According to the spies hiding in the mansion, they are going to break into the prison tonight."
Do people in Mobei only grow physically but not mentally?
Where did they get the confidence to think that they could break through the layers of guards and rescue people with just a few people?
He Yanting chuckled, "Then let them rob. The people of Mobei are reckless by nature, and Tore is even worse. The Mobei envoy is relatively better, but his influence is not as strong as the prince's. Tore has already involved four people, and the cost is too high. Even if we stop now, it will only give Tianqi a few more handles."
He stroked the map of Mobei with his slender fingers, his eyes indifferent: "Now that things have come to this, we might as well give it a try."
Jiang Wenjing nodded slightly. "If we capture them all, how will His Majesty deal with them? Will he send a letter to Mobei to exchange conditions like Bol did before? Or..."
"General," He Yanting raised his eyes, "the three princes of the Oirat are all in our hands. General, do you think the emperor will still be like the Oirat? What other conditions do you propose?"
He realized that what He Yanting said next coincided with the impossible result he had imagined in his mind.
Jiang Wenjing couldn't suppress the joy in his eyes, "Has His Majesty really decided to send troops to attack Wala?"
He Yanting lowered his eyes: "As long as Torre is captured, if we don't fight him now, when will we fight him?"
He circled the two Wala tribes on the map and said calmly, "This matter still depends on the General. Be sure to prepare tonight and capture them all in one fell swoop!"
"Although the King of the Oirat had many children, only six of them had truly achieved enlightenment and were worthy of the title of princes and princesses. And they were all insignificant. Those who could achieve great things were already destined for heaven."
"When news of the prince's captivity reaches the Oirat, the Oirat king will undoubtedly be in a state of panic. Loyalty and righteousness are rare among the people of Mobei, and most are those who would take advantage of someone's misfortune. By then, the army's morale will be broken, and attacking the Oirat will be a piece of cake. Furthermore, the Junggars and Heshuo are watching closely from the sidelines."
Jiang Wenjing's blood was boiling and he was rubbing his hands together, wishing he could fly back to the front line right now and lead his troops to attack Mobei!
Earlier he had expressed dissatisfaction with the emperor's decision.
What Boll did not only showed that he did not care about human life, but also trampled on it at will. Anyone who heard about it would call him a beast!
What he did is truly outrageous to both humans and gods!
However, the emperor still sent people to Mobei to negotiate terms. Jiang Wenjing was furious, but he could only rage helplessly.
However, now he understood everything. It turned out that this was all the emperor's plan to lure the snake out of its hole!
The King of Oirat had no one available, and the two Bol princes were both in Tianqi's hands, so he could only send Torre.
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