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Su Yunruo glanced at him briefly before turning her gaze away, and instructed the maid behind her, "Take this gentleman to see the imperial physician; his injuries are indeed quite severe."
"No need, no need..."
He Tingfang waved his hand repeatedly, hoping that the other party would leave quickly so that he could go down and clean himself up.
He was starting to panic as he tried to figure out what was really going on in his heart.
"I thank Your Highness, but my injuries are not serious, so I will not trouble the physician."
"If that's the case, then so be it." Su Yunruo glanced at him again, making He Tingfang's heart leap into his throat. He heard the other party say leisurely, "After all, you are someone whom His Highness values highly."
"I still have some beauty cream. I'll send some to you tomorrow. I hope you will do your best for His Highness."
"yes……"
He Tingfang nodded and bowed, saying, "I thank Your Majesty."
After all, she was a high-ranking woman cultivated by the Su family, so winning people's hearts was a piece of cake for her.
He Tingfang was unaware that the turbulent situations he was facing now would be many more in the future.
Su Yunruo gazed at his retreating figure thoughtfully for a moment, then couldn't help but smile.
She hadn't seen someone so quirky yet amusing in a long time.
"How interesting..."
A teasing voice came from behind her, and Su Yunruo's back stiffened. After calming herself down, she turned around.
When she saw who it was, she narrowed her eyes: "Why is Consort Wang here instead of staying in her own courtyard?"
Upon hearing this, the elegantly dressed and exquisitely beautiful woman chuckled: "Sister, you're being too formal. Is it only you who can come to see His Highness, but I can't?"
"Or... is it that the older sister is afraid that her younger sister might see some secret?"
The woman moved closer, and the strong scent of peach blossoms emanating from her body suddenly assaulted Su Yunruo's nostrils, somewhat pungent and irritating.
She lowered her eyes slightly, raised her delicate hand to smooth out the wrinkles on Su Yunruo's clothes at the shoulder caused by her turning around, and said with a half-smile, "Why are you so nervous, sister? I'm just straightening your clothes."
"However... you should still be careful, sister. After all, having an affair is not a good thing for your reputation."
The woman leaned close to my ear, her voice low but full of threat: "Especially, sister, don't let me find out, otherwise... I won't be lenient."
After all, which concubine wouldn't want to be made the official wife?
They had just received the news that the young prince had already entered the study.
So today, the Second Prince probably won't see any of his wives or concubines; this has been the usual practice.
After all, the late Consort Qin was someone the Second Prince adored.
Even Su Yunruo, his principal wife, probably couldn't compare to him in his heart.
Su Yunruo watched coldly as the concubine swayed away without uttering a word.
On the contrary, the two maids standing to the side looked indignant.
"They are from a prominent family, how can they act so petty..." Yanming frowned and said with dissatisfaction, "Your Majesty has always been fair and impartial, and has never been harsh on His Highness's concubines and mistresses."
"It's one thing for them to be ungrateful, but they've only been in the manor for a few days, yet they're being given all sorts of fine things to use, and they don't even respect Your Highness."
"Never mind," Su Yunruo shook her head slightly, "Let's go back."
She's been in the household for five or six years now... she actually sees things very clearly.
This Wang family woman is truly a smart person.
It's not that the Prince's household lacks manners; it's simply that His Highness prefers this kind of thing...
They were simply going with the flow, after all, it was all about survival.
Everyone has their own way of living.
As she walked back, Su Yunruo whispered to another maid, "Go back and get that ointment, and send it to that guest from earlier."
"Yes," Manxue said with a helpless smile, "Your Majesty is truly kind."
She didn't mean any good. Su Yunruo clenched her fingers, still feeling the panic from just now.
She's clearly trying to find a way out for herself.
For some reason, Su Yunruo always felt that there was a pair of hands covering Luoyang City from the shadows.
They live under these hands, unable to see the storms outside, and unaware of what the world has become.
Indulging in unrestrained desires and indulging in pleasure day and night was the norm for the powerful and wealthy in Luoyang.
This has always been the case, and it will continue to be so in the future.
But is there such tranquility beyond those hands?
Su Yunruo had no idea... after all, she was just an ignorant woman confined to the inner quarters.
What I think about most is my own future, the future of the Su family... and...
And what about the Second Prince, her husband? Will he really be able to ascend to the throne in three months?
Thinking of this, Su Yunruo was filled with sorrow and had nowhere to express it, so she could only keep her bitterness bottled up inside.
Those in the Marquis of Wu'an's residence shared her melancholy.
"What exactly did you mean by what you said that day?"
Zhou Zihe frowned and asked the person in front of her, "Why did another man come to visit the day after you left, and say the same things to you?"
What she really wanted to ask was whether these people were ganging up on her.
Song Ling paused slightly as she drank her tea, then looked up and asked, "What did that person say? Could the princess tell me?"
He said, "I will die within six months."
Zhou Zihe remained unusually calm, not missing a single emotional fluctuation in the other person.
But to her obvious disappointment, nothing happened.
Song Ling paused slightly in her hand holding the cup, raising an eyebrow in surprise: "Does the princess believe it?"
“I naturally do not believe such absurd claims.”
“That’s it,” Song Ling smiled. “I can assure you that the princess will not be in any danger to her life as she says.”
Zhou Zihe: "Then what did you say that day?"
Song Ling curled her lips nonchalantly: "I cannot guarantee that Marquis Wu'an will be unharmed, after all, swords and spears have no eyes on the battlefield. Of course, if the princess trusts him, there will naturally be no mistakes."
Zhou Zihe frowned: "Of course I trust my husband."
Song Ling: "In that case, may I take a look at what that person gave to the princess?"
Looking into Song Ling's confident eyes, Zhou Zihe was stunned: "How do you know..."
She paused for a moment, then ordered someone to fetch the box.
The moment Song Ling opened it, her eyes flickered slightly, and a cold smile appeared on her lips: "He wouldn't say that the princess can avoid trouble by wearing this jade pendant, would he?"
“Yes, I had someone investigate, and there was no poison on the jade pendant.” Zhou Zihe sensed the sarcasm in her words and probed, “Surely this person isn’t up to no good and is trying to sabotage this…”
"Your Highness is right, but there are many things I cannot say more about."
Song Ling lowered her eyes and stared at the familiar jade pendant, feeling a chill in her heart: "I will take this with me."
If the fourth princess truly wore the jade pendant on her person, it would fulfill the prophecy of her death in March.
Shi Yu, oh Shi Yu... In the past, she was the one who always spoke of a doctor's benevolence and kept it in her heart.
Why has it become like this now?
Yes, he could even harm Suiyan, who had been his companion since childhood, let alone a complete stranger, Lady Wu'an.
Song Ling raised her eyes and gave Zhou Zihe a deep look, her heart filled with suspicion.
It's just unclear whether his motivation stemmed from the Fourth Princess's status or from the Marquis of Wu'an behind her.
Will this fourth princess be the first, or the only one?
If it confirms her deepest suspicions.
Having borrowed the lives of so many people, what is his purpose?
With his thoughts returning to their source, Song Ling handed her a brocade pouch: "If the princess ever encounters an extremely difficult situation, then seek out the people of Luoyang who are left behind by me."
Zhou Zihe: "Are you leaving?"
“Yes, it’s time for me to leave the capital.” Song Ling said with a smile in her eyes, “Have the two princesses been racking their brains to find out which faction I belong to? Now you can send someone to follow me.”
"Tomorrow is the eleventh of the tenth month. I will leave the capital at the hour of Mao (5-7 AM)."
Zhou Zihe hadn't expected her to reveal her hand, and said coldly, "Aren't you afraid that I'll have the city gates closed today and arrest you?"
She is the fourth princess, and such a mysterious and unpredictable person is indeed a hidden danger to the royal family.
"Then let's see who moves faster, the princess or me."
Song Ling stood up and bowed: "However, in my opinion, the princess is not such an ungrateful person."
The two remained locked in a stalemate for a moment.
Zhou Zihe hesitated, then said, "You can go now..."
It would be best if he never came back.
She was certain that this person was definitely not one of her husband's men, so they could only be adversaries in the future.
She was grateful for his generosity in donating grain to the Northwest Army, but she could not let her guard down even slightly.
The world is bustling with activity, all driven by profit.
How many sages can emerge in any dynasty?
Zhou Zihe didn't believe Song Ling had no plans.
However, the Northwest Army is currently on the defensive, and she and her eldest sister are powerless to do anything about it, so they have no choice but to give in a little.
...
Five days later.
"The second-in-command is back! The second-in-command is back!!"
Wang Zhiyan was still polishing her longsword when she heard this and suddenly looked up and stood up. "Where is he now?"
"We were in the lobby just now, and now we should be coming this way to you."
But before Wang Zhiyan could even leave, she had already entered the courtyard.
He was still dressed in men's clothing, looking quite dashing, not at all like the bandit leader of Qinglong Village.
Outsiders who see this probably wouldn't know how skilled this person is in martial arts.
"It's been a long time, Yueyun."
Song Ling stepped forward and patted her arm with a smile: "Since we parted, this village has really changed a lot."
Many houses and training grounds had already been built, and Song Ling could hear the sounds of drills from far and near.
"As you can see."
Wang Zhiyan smiled and said, "The chief and I have improved some of the village's rules and regulations, and we've also gone down the mountain to invite some teachers."
"Those who train well not only receive a grain reward, but can also compete for a junior officer position. All the brothers are working hard to achieve this."
"The concept of a 'chieftain' or 'second-in-command' has long been abandoned in the village..."
Song Ling, however, focused on another point in her words: "Those teachers...were they really 'invited' up the mountain?"
Let's hope they weren't kidnapped again.
"Hahahaha..." Wang Zhiyan laughed loudly, "You really are a clever little devil, aren't you?"
At first, she was very polite, but her mother visited her three times and still couldn't persuade her to come out.
So she had no choice but to resort to some special methods, after all... they were bandits now.
Wang Zhiyan led Song Ling on a tour, and the two returned to the cliffside where they had parted ways a month ago.
As winter sets in, the grass on the mountain turns yellow and the trees become bare.
Song Ling picked up a handful of withered grass, twirled it, and threw it into the wind.
"There's a batch of grain that should arrive a few days after I leave. After that, you'll have to figure out what to do yourselves."
Wang Zhiyan frowned slightly, then relaxed: "It's already very good, but the southwest..."
“There’s no need to worry about that yet.” Song Ling shook her head slightly: “I found a young master who is good at farming, and the harvest in the southwest this autumn should be quite good.”
"It should be enough to get through this winter for now."
Wang Zhiyan chuckled: "A young master skilled in farming? I've never heard of such a remarkable person before?"
After all, which powerful family would give up their son, a perfectly good young master, to go and farm?
"So you should now know about the Ji family of Shannan Prefecture."
Wang Zhiyan: "Isn't Ji Yunchen the current head of the Ji family?"
Song Ling glanced at her: "That's right, it is his second son, Jing Si."
"That sickly boy who the Taoist priest predicted wouldn't live past 15?" Wang Zhiyan's lips curled up: "Song Ling, I'm really starting to admire you more and more."
"I really mean it."
“I admire you too,” Song Ling stretched lazily. “These past two months must have been tough.”
Wang Zhiyan: "It's alright..."
Wang Zhiyan: "There are definitely difficult people out there, but we'll deal with them."
"Then we'll still have to rely on you for the next while." Song Ling stood up. "I have to set off tomorrow."
Wang Zhiyan looked up and smiled, "You're leaving so soon after you've just arrived?"
Song Ling didn't miss the mockery and teasing in her eyes, and smiled calmly: "I've been out for a long time, I need to go back and see our general."
"We mustn't lose the battle."
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