The voice of the Assistant Minister of War was like an ice-hardened knife, suddenly ringing out in the oppressive tent, and the spearhead was pointed directly at Jiang Dinglian: "Marquis Yongding! The emblem on this arrow is clearly from your Marquis Yongding Mansion! Now it appears on the assassin's corpse, how do you explain it?!" He held high in his hand a blood-stained arrow, and the unique "Jiang" family emblem on the tail feathers was clearly visible under the candlelight, becoming the most dazzling focus of the whole audience.
Swish! Everyone's eyes instantly focused on Jiang Dinglian.
Jiang Dinglian's face was as sullen as water, and his tall figure slowly rose to its feet, like an unshakable mountain. His sharp gaze swept over the arrow, and his voice was steady and powerful, carrying an undeniable authority: "Yes, this is the arrow of my daughter Jiang Songyi."
He paused, glanced around at everyone, and finally settled on the throne. His tone suddenly turned stern, "Since this arrow appeared on the assassin's body, there is only one explanation—my daughter, fearlessly protecting His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, shot and killed this evildoer!" He stepped forward and bowed deeply to the Emperor. His voice was filled with grief and urgency, "Your Majesty! Now, my daughter's whereabouts are unknown, just like His Royal Highness the Crown Prince. Her life or death is uncertain! The most urgent task is to immediately send people to search the mountains for a rescue! As for this arrow, it proves my daughter's loyalty and bravery! I ask Your Majesty to thoroughly investigate the assassin's origins and uncover the mastermind behind this, for the safety of our country!"
His words were resounding and logically clear. The arrow had hit the assassin, not the Crown Prince; that was his greatest protection! As for suspecting Jiang Songyi of assassinating the Fourth Prince? Jiang Dinglian sneered inwardly. That girl might have the guts to do something else, but assassinate the Crown Prince? Even if she were asked to assassinate her own father, she wouldn't touch a hair on Xin Yidaoyi's head!
The emperor's frayed nerves finally relaxed a little when he heard the words "to protect the Crown Prince." He pressed on eagerly, a faint hope igniting in his eyes, "The Crown Prince. Is he with Jiaqing?"
After getting the affirmation, he immediately looked at Jiang Dinglian, with a barely perceptible expectation in his tone: "Marquis Yongding! How is your daughter's fighting skills? How does she compare to Yihuan? Can she lead the prince out of danger safely?" The emperor's knuckles turned white from exerting so much force; he really needed a definite answer.
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