After Xie Zhichen finished school, Jiang Luoluo had lunch with him before returning to the Weiyuan General's Mansion.
Jiang Muyan has been living a very carefree life lately, as if life has finally started to go according to his wishes.
But this leisurely life has its limits, and today he had to rein himself in.
Because Lu Baimei had already settled Jiang Yunjiao in Jiaozhou and set off for Beijing. According to the itinerary, they should arrive in the city tonight.
The thought of that tigress's imminent return made Jiang Muyan feel uneasy, so he had to get ready early and wait for her at home.
Jiang Luoluo had just entered the mansion and hadn't even had a chance to rest when Jiang Muyan hurried over.
He looked anxious. "Luo Luo, you're finally back! Tell your second uncle what to do next."
The Prince of Yan has sent someone again to urge me, insisting on a clear answer from me these past two days.
As usual, the maidservant served tea and snacks and then quietly withdrew. Jiang Luoluo saw that he looked flustered, but she seemed quite composed.
She picked up a cup of tea and handed it over, her tone calm, "Second Uncle, this time you should tell the Prince of Yan directly about what happened when you accompanied the late Emperor to the south."
The woman I met at Menghua Tower was none other than General Gu's mother.
Upon hearing this, Jiang Muyan nearly choked on his tea, coughing repeatedly and taking several breaths to regain his composure. "What did you say? General Gu's mother?"
Jiang Luoluo took a sip of tea and said with a faint smile, "That's right, Gu Boyuan is indeed the Prince of Yan's own son."
"What?" Jiang Muyan was stunned for a moment before he came to his senses. "Gu Boyuan is the son of the Prince of Yan? And he is the majestic young general of the Great Qi, Gu Boyuan?"
“That’s right.” Jiang Luoluo nodded calmly, her tone resolute.
This amount of information was too much for Jiang Muyan to process all at once.
Jiang Luoluo could accurately recount Liu Ruyan's story in Plum Blossom Lane, so ever since then, Jiang Muyan has believed her without a doubt.
Before Prince Yan Lu Tingyue entered Yuanhua Temple in his early years, he had many concubines in his harem, but his offspring were extremely few.
She had no sons, only a large number of daughters. Among them, the most outstanding were the two sisters, Consort Lu and Lu Anrou.
Now that he learned that the Prince of Yan had another son, who was such a prominent young general of the Great Qi, Jiang Muyan couldn't help but rub his hands together.
His eyes were filled with amazement and smugness. "So, I've directly helped the Prince of Yan find his son this time. That's a tremendous achievement!"
Jiang Luoluo raised an eyebrow slightly, her smile gentle. "So, I told my second uncle before that I would definitely help you secure your position next to the Prince of Yan."
"Steady! We must be steady!" Jiang Muyan chuckled, his chubby cheeks jiggling slightly with excitement.
He patted his chest and assured him, "Leave the rest to your second uncle, he definitely won't let you down!"
"There is another merit that should be attributed to Second Uncle by the Prince of Yan."
Jiang Luoluo spoke calmly and solemnly.
Jiang Muyan was taken aback, looked at Jiang Luoluo with some confusion, and asked, "What merit?"
Jiang Luoluo said slowly, "When we were in Yunchuan, Liu Dayong, that traitor, was arrested. It was my second uncle who sent someone to inform the Prince of Yan."
Upon hearing this, Jiang Muyan raised an eyebrow, then realized what was happening.
He was always quick-witted and immediately understood Jiang Luoluo's intention.
Jiang Luoluo attributed this unexpected credit to him simply to help him advance further, and he was naturally happy to accept such a good thing.
"Luo Luo, you're so thoughtful! Your second uncle is definitely going to take all the credit!" He smiled broadly and agreed without hesitation.
Jiang Luoluo watched Jiang Muyan leave, a thoughtful glint in her eyes.
Her second uncle was indeed power-hungry and not very bold, but these were not fatal flaws.
As long as he can be used by her, there is no problem.
In this game, there are no permanent enemies, only common interests.
Sitting in the study, Jiang Luoluo was pruning flower branches, the scissors in her hand making a soft snip-snip sound.
She had already started planning in her mind: she had to get ahead of Yao Shiyu, walk her path, and leave her with nowhere to go.
Yao Shiyu's eagerness to marry Gu Boyuan was simply to climb the social ladder by marrying the Prince of Yan, the male lead.
Although she had been keeping a low profile these days, she had been focusing all her efforts on cultivating a relationship with Lu Anrou. Jiang Luoluo saw this clearly.
"Empress Dowager Du will soon be going to Yuanhua Temple to offer incense, and Yao Shiyu will definitely not let this opportunity pass by," Jiang Luoluo murmured to herself, a meaningful smile playing on her lips.
Dingdang nodded in agreement, her round little face full of anticipation. Her young lady was getting smarter and smarter, thinking carefully about every step and winning every time.
She was determined to use Jiang Muyan to leak crucial information to the Prince of Yan. If she acted first and gained the upper hand, all of Yao Shiyu's schemes would be in vain.
Jiang Luoluo lowered her head and carefully trimmed the flower branches, each cut precise and decisive, as if she were handling every move in a grand scheme.
*
The night was still, and the cold wind swirled with withered leaves in the courtyard, rustling as if trying to tear apart the oppressive atmosphere.
Gu Boyuan sat crookedly on the stone bench in the courtyard, clutching a bottle of wine tightly in his hand, tilting his head back and gulping it down one mouthful after another.
The spicy liquor slid down my throat, but it couldn't quell the frustration in my heart.
His mind kept replaying Jiang Luoluo's radiant smile, so bright it was heartbreaking.
He reached out as if to grasp something, but all his fingertips touched was the cold air.
He helplessly lowered his hand, muttering something under his breath.
"Brother Boyuan!" A cold, sharp voice suddenly rang out, breaking the deathly silence in the courtyard.
Yao Shiyu stormed over, snatched the wine bottle from his hand, and scolded him sharply, "Gu Boyuan, look at the way you are now, you look like neither a human nor a ghost."
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