Chapter 46: Nest Xue Qing Su Guanqing hesitated for only a moment, then reached out...
When the two were almost home, before they even entered, they saw Zhao Quesheng waiting in front of the door from a distance, pacing back and forth.
As soon as the little girl saw them coming back, she rushed over like the wind.
Seeing her expression on the verge of tears, Jiang Tong smiled and said, "Don't worry. The doctor said this is a good sign. Master will be able to see soon."
However, Zhao Quesheng still looked anxious when he heard it: "It's not this! A large group of Jinyiwei just arrived! They took Grandpa Jiang away."
Jiang Tong and Su Guanqing both changed color.
Jiang Tong asked quickly, "Can you tell me what it is about?"
Zhao Quesheng's little face was just confused.
"What about my mother?"
"Inside the house."
Jiang Tong let go of Su Guanqing's hand, said "Send your master back", and ran inside.
The house must have been searched, and a large number of flowers and plants in the yard had fallen down. She ran past the door of the wing room, and saw that it was also in a mess, which showed the situation at that time.
Jiang Tong thought Zhong Wanci must have been frightened and was crying like crazy.
However, when she rushed into the main house, she found that Zhong Wanci was not crying this time. She was sitting at the table in the main room of the main house, looking dazed, like a clay sculpture or wooden carving.
"Mom!" Jiang Tong almost flew to her.
Hearing her daughter's voice, Zhong Wanci's eyes moved slowly, and then she gradually came back to life.
She grabbed Jiang Tong's wrist, her voice trembling, "What's going on? Didn't your father quit his job as an official a long time ago? We're living a peaceful life, so why would the Imperial Guards target us?"
Jiang Tong couldn't explain to her, so she could only say, "Mom, pack up your belongings and let's go somewhere else."
Jiang Huaishan is already in trouble, and Zhong Wanci cannot be implicated in it. She has to hide Zhong Wanci.
But Zhong Wanci had no intention of moving. She lowered her head and covered her face.
Jiang Tong thought she was crying and said anxiously, "Mom, now is not the time to cry. Let's hide first and find a safe place. You can cry slowly."
Zhong Wanci shook her head: "Your father's affairs will not implicate us."
Jiang Tong was startled: "What do you mean?"
Zhong Wanci pointed to some papers on the round table.
Jiang Tong grabbed them and took a look. One of them was a divorce letter, which said that Zhong Wanci had been childless for many years and violated the seven grounds for divorce, so she was allowed to go home and remarry; the other was an expulsion letter, which said that Jiang Tong had disobeyed her parents and expelled her from the house, thus severing the relationship between father and daughter.
There was another household registration document, on which Jiang Huaishan was still the head of the household, but the names of Zhong Wanci and Jiang Tong were no longer on it.
After reading it, Jiang Tong felt mixed emotions and couldn't utter a word.
"He divorced my wife and expelled my daughter. He's so cruel! We, mother and daughter, have no connection to his Jiang family anymore. He planned this all along, didn't he? Tongtong, do you know what your father is doing in secret?"
Zhong Wanci looked at Jiang Tong, her eyes still red, but not a single tear came out.
Jiang Tong avoided her sight and was about to say something to comfort her when he suddenly caught a glimpse of Aqiao's figure outside. He hurriedly left Zhong Wanci behind and chased after him.
The two of them walked towards Jiang Tong's room, one in front and one behind. As soon as they reached the door, they found that Su Guanqing was already waiting there.
The three of them went into the house together.
As soon as the door closed, Jiang Tong immediately lowered her voice and asked, "How is Mao Zhang now?"
"Hidden in another stronghold."
"Where are those assassins?"
"Only one stronghold was lost, the rest of the places are fine."
Jiang Tong sneered, "After all, he's not completely stupid. He knows that a cunning rabbit has three burrows. Qiao, do you have a grasp of the situation in the other strongholds? Can you control those assassins?"
Ah Qiao sat down with his arms and legs folded, resting his elbows on the table, his expression solemn. “Mao Zhang is helping me get acquainted with the situation, but he’s still not willing to give me full authority.”
She is no longer the leader in her previous life who could dominate the world with just a stomp of her foot. Now she has no power and influence, and has few subordinates. She is really alone and powerless.
She has always valued loyalty, but when she saw Jiang Huaishan being captured, she could only stand by and watch. Facing her good friend at this moment, she felt extremely guilty.
Jiang Tong was also very confused at this time. She paced around the room, thinking quickly about the current situation in her mind.
They don't have their own people in the Jinyiwei, so they don't know how much evidence the Jinyiwei has and whether they can confirm what Jiang Huaishan did.
Now she could only hope that because Jiang Huaishan was ill, Mao Zhang was in charge of the matter, and even if the Jinyiwei looked for him, they would probably not be able to find any evidence of Jiang Huaishan's guilt.
But the problem lies here. Jiang Huaishan is no longer in charge of the matter. Why was he suddenly arrested?
The three of them discussed this.
A Qiao speculated, "I think Mao Zhang's rash abduction of Master Su alarmed the Imperial Guards."
"I thought the show Mao Zhang put on at that time could fool those stalkers. We underestimated them." Su Guanqing's expression was tense.
Jiang Tong clenched his fists. "I was careless. I thought it had been a few days and the matter was over. I didn't expect..."
"It's me who has implicated my uncle," Su Guanqing said, his expression still tense. He gripped the bamboo stick tightly, his knuckles turning white. "If Uncle Jiang hadn't come to save me that day, he wouldn't have been exposed to the Jinyiwei."
At that moment, Su Guanqing was filled with regret. He should have thought that moving from the Leban group to the Jiang family might bring trouble to the Jiang family, but he was just hoping for the best. He thought that he had covered up the truth well for so many years, and perhaps the Zhengtong Emperor had already given up.
But now Uncle Jiang has been implicated by him, and he can't implicate Tongtong and her daughter anymore.
He stood up suddenly and said, "I can't stay here anymore. I'm going to move away. I'm going to move far away and divert the Jinyiwei's attention."
He spoke very quickly and moved even faster. As he spoke, he walked quickly towards the door.
Just as the bamboo stick touched the threshold, a force came from behind and grabbed his arm.
Jiang Tong's tone was a bit aggressive: "Su Guanqing! What are you thinking about? Do you think that if you leave now, my father will come back?"
She pulled him back with such force that it seemed as if she was venting something:
"Also! Don't let me hear you say anything about blaming yourself again. Did you force my father to do those things? You were also harmed by these self-righteous old guys!"
Su Guanqing didn't dare to struggle, but just let her do whatever she wanted. After she finished speaking, he said in a gentle voice, "Tongtong, don't be angry. Let's work together to find a solution. There must be a way."
The tone was as gentle as willow waves caressing the water.
He didn't seem to mind at all that he had just been treated roughly. After being pushed to the table by her, he stood there obediently, with a concerned expression, listening to her reaction with his ears perked up.
Jiang Tong suddenly felt that she had gone too far. Why was she taking it out on Guan Qing for what her father had done?
She looked at him.
He was standing right in front of her. At this moment when her home and family were about to be destroyed, he might not be able to do anything, but he still stood there firmly, intending to use his thin body to block the storm that was coming down on her.
Just like in his previous life, he risked his life to protect her from those thugs.
Jiang Tong felt a pang of sadness. She raised her hand to hold his shoulder and asked him to sit down. "Okay, let's think of a solution together."
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"Guan Qing, you've been eating with me for the past two weeks. Why don't you have to accompany your eldest daughter anymore?"
In the west wing, Su Guanqing, Feng Fuliu and Zhao Quesheng were sitting around a round table eating.
Feng Fuliu glanced at the master and disciple who were eating in silence. She felt so depressed by the atmosphere that she couldn't help but tease Su Guanqing.
Su Guanqing was filled with sorrow and explained sadly, "Tongtong is not at home. She has been busy trying to find connections to get Uncle Jiang out."
"Isn't this going to be easy? As the saying goes, when the tree falls, the monkeys scatter. Master Jiang has been retired for a long time. No one cared about him when he was poor and destitute before. Now that he's involved in the Jinyiwei case, who would dare to intervene?"
Su Guanqing held his bowl in his arms without saying a word.
Feng Fuliu's words were also applicable to the Su family. His connections with the Su family had long since disappeared, so all he could do was help Jiang Tong sort out which people could be found and which people would be useless. He could not help Jiang Tong with anything else.
Just when he was silent, Zhao Quesheng suddenly spoke: "Grandpa Jiang will be fine. Teacher will definitely be able to save Grandpa Jiang."
She turned to Su Guanqing as if seeking approval: "Master, am I right?"
Su Guanqing forced a curl of his lips and agreed, "Yes, the teacher is the best. She will definitely be able to rescue Grandpa Jiang."
...Jiang Tong has no solution now.
Just as Feng Fuliu said, when their family was poor before, no one was willing to lend a helping hand. Now that they are involved in such an unspeakable case, people will only stay away from them even more.
None of Jiang Huaishan's old friends were willing to lend a hand. The more friendly ones would just invite her to sit down, have a cup of tea, and shed a few tears, while the more indifferent ones wouldn't even let her in.
Of course, she was allowed in the first time, and she promised with red eyes to help find out some information. But when she visited for the second time, the doorman just said that the host was not at home and asked her to come back another day.
In the past half month, she has been rejected countless times.
Jiang Tong didn't come back until it was almost curfew, and the sky was already dark by then.
She had already sent the carriage back and was walking back slowly by herself.
The coachman did not notice anything unusual about the eldest lady. In his opinion, although such a big thing happened at home, the eldest lady remained calm and steady. Even though she was turned away countless times, the eldest lady did not seem angry or discouraged at all.
She gave people the feeling that even if Mount Tai collapsed in front of her, she could still calmly arrange everything. So when Jiang Tong asked him to leave, the coachman left without any worries.
But Jiang Tong herself knew that her body and mind were already exhausted to the extreme.
They were almost home, but Jiang Tong's pace slowed down.
Today, they got nothing again, and Zhong Wanci was afraid that she would hug her and cry again.
Jiang Tong looked up at the sky. There was not a single star in the pitch-black sky.
In the distance, there was the rapid beating of drums, and each beat struck her heart, making her feel confused and irritable.
For a moment, Jiang Tong simply wanted to stay out on the street all night. Her home was remote, so the patrols probably wouldn't come.
Her thoughts drifted here, and she shook her head in self-mockery and continued to drag her heavy steps forward.
In the quiet night, the only sound was her dragging footsteps.
Just as she turned the last alley and was about to reach home, an anxious voice suddenly came from the front -
"戈戈!"
Jiang Ttong was stunned for a moment, and when he looked up, he saw Su Guanqing standing not far away.
He was holding a lantern in his hand and wearing the moon-white clothes that she had asked him to make. In the darkness, he was like a ray of bright moonlight shining on her way home.
Su Guanqing didn't hear her response, but the footsteps disappeared instead. He couldn't help but call out more anxiously: "Tongtong, are you back?"
"It's so late, what are you doing out here?" Jiang Tong walked over.
Su Guanqing was obviously relieved when he heard her voice. He smiled and said, "I can't see it anyway. It doesn't matter whether it's dark or not."
After he finished teasing himself, he didn't hear Jiang Tong's response.
Today, the driver came back alone, and he guessed that Jiang Tong was in a bad mood, so he waited at the door early. Seeing Jiang Tong's silence, he tried to soften his voice and said gently, "Tongtong, don't worry, uncle is a lucky man, nothing will happen to him."
As he spoke, he stretched out his hand.
He felt that his words were really pale and powerless, but apart from speaking these empty words, he didn't know what else he could do to comfort Jiang Tong.
He was still talking when suddenly something bumped into his arms.
Su Guanqing's voice stopped abruptly, his hand shook, and the lantern fell to the ground.
Jiang Tong hugged his waist with both hands, like hugging a piece of driftwood, and leaned his entire weight on it.
She was so tired that she didn't want to think about anything. She just wanted to lean back and take a breath.
Su Guanqing hesitated for only a moment, then reached out and hugged her back, holding her firmly.
His hand was stroking her back. Perhaps because of the daily running around during this period, Jiang Tong had lost a lot of weight. He easily felt her spine, which was bony and tough.
Her muffled voice came from his arms: "I can't understand why Dad has to do such a thing. Isn't it better to live a good life? Who becomes the emperor, what does it have to do with us? Those two brothers are fighting for the throne, why should they sacrifice us?"
Su Guanqing couldn't answer it, and he couldn't figure out the answer to this question.
Jiang Tong looked up at him: "Guan Qing, have you ever resented Uncle Su?"
He caused you to lose your wealth and glory, reduced you to poverty, and made you unable to take medicine and blind. Have you ever blamed him?
Su Guanqing gave a bitter smile, and suddenly he didn't want to hide the resentment that had been suppressed in his heart for many years. He said softly: "How can I not resent it?"
Of course he was resentful.
In fact, the fact that a good child like Su Guanqing, who was considered filial and obedient by his elders, would disobey his father's will is enough to explain the problem.
Who would have thought that such a docile young man could have such a stubborn side, preferring to be suffocated to death rather than hand over the royal heir.
"Why? They do whatever they want and it doesn't hurt us." She buried her head in his chest, her voice coming out muffled, with a hint of unclear crying.
Su Guanqing's heart ached, and he used his arms to hold her tighter. At that moment, he blurted out, "Tongtong, no matter what happens in the future, I will always be by your side."
Jiang Tong raised her head to look at him, the flame of the lantern still burning on the ground was flickering.
The orange light shone on his face, revealing the worry between his brows, and also revealing his extremely gentle expression.
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