"drive!"
Tang Jian lifted the reins, squeezed his legs tightly around the horse's belly, and sped up to urge it back.
As soon as he got home, before the horse had even settled down, he leaped off and landed smoothly on the ground, then strode inside.
Upon seeing the approaching butler, Tang Jian anxiously asked:
"Where is Madam?"
Seeing that Tang Jian looked unwell, the butler, noticing what had happened, quickly replied:
"Madam just returned and seems to have gone to the study."
Upon hearing the butler's answer, Tang Jian's worries deepened: "Did Madam go out this afternoon?"
"Yes! The general just left this afternoon, and his wife followed him out."
Although the butler didn't know why the general suddenly asked about the lady's whereabouts, he still answered diligently.
"knew."
Tang Jian threw down a sentence and strode towards the study.
When he pushed open the study door and went in, he found Lin Zao writing something.
Hearing the door open, Lin Zao turned around and saw Tang Jian. She put down her pen and stood up.
"You're back. How did things go?"
When Tang Jian left earlier, he said he was going to talk to Zheng Ziwen about something.
Although she didn't know what he and Zheng Ziwen were planning, she knew that he was doing it all for her and for the family.
She wouldn't ask unless he told her.
Seeing Tang Jian looking at her with concern, Lin Zao was somewhat puzzled.
"Madam, you..."
Tang Jian didn't know how to start the conversation.
"Huh? What's wrong with me?" Lin Zao looked at Tang Jian with surprise when she saw his hesitant expression.
What's wrong with him?
Is there something you're having trouble saying?
"On my way back, I heard someone say that Yang Yuechan was disfigured, and that someone shot an arrow at her face." Tang Jian stared intently at Lin Zao.
He noticed that she only showed a hint of surprise upon hearing his words, without any other expression.
Tang Jian felt a little relieved, knowing that this matter had nothing to do with her.
"So you suspect I did it?" Lin Zao finally understood why Tang Jian had acted that way earlier.
Seeing Lin Zao's suddenly cold tone, Tang Jian knew she must have misunderstood.
He quickly walked up to Lin Zao, placed his hands on her shoulders, and looked at her earnestly:
"I don't doubt you, I'm worried about you!"
Seeing that Lin Zao's expression remained unchanged, Tang Jian lowered his stance and continued speaking.
"Madam, please listen to me. We and the Yang family are well aware of what happened at today's medical gathering. Now, Yang Yuechan has just happened to be injured and disfigured at this time."
"No matter who did this, the Yang family will definitely hold us accountable."
“Especially since you killed that assassin with a hidden arrow at Qibao Pavilion, which was witnessed by many people, my biggest worry is that someone is deliberately using this to frame you.”
“The Yang family is becoming increasingly arrogant. I’m afraid they’ll come and arrest people without any regard for the facts. They’re not the kind of people who care about evidence.”
Moreover, he now suspects that the main purpose of the person behind this is to undermine the trust between him and King Cheng.
After all, the Yang family came to Ganzhou mainly to send a signal of goodwill to King Cheng.
Now is a critical moment, but the eldest daughter of the Yang family has been disfigured by the most trusted person under Prince Cheng, which will surely make the Yang and Tang families enemies!
The Yang family might then take their anger out on King Cheng, and their desire to pledge allegiance to him would become extremely slim!
Perhaps King Cheng will also develop a sour feeling towards their general's mansion because of this.
This three-pronged approach is hard not to raise suspicions.
Although Yang Yuechan deserved her disfigurement, he truly had no goodwill towards the Yang family.
If he could touch them, he would have done it long ago; the interests involved are simply too complex.
Without absolute certainty and evidence, he had no choice but to hold back for now.
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