"Your Majesty."
Bai Qian's voice was trembling with tears; seeing Jiang Yu was like seeing a family member she could rely on.
Jiang Yu stepped down from the carriage and took Bai Qian's hand as they walked into the Marquis's residence.
“Axi…”
Before Jiang Yu could continue, Bai Qian spoke up anxiously, "He is badly injured, Your Majesty. I have never seen him lying like this before."
"His injury wasn't that serious."
Jiang Yu spoke directly, and Bai Qian froze on the spot.
“Axi, your brother must return to the capital. There are some things that need to be resolved before your brother can remain on the battlefield.”
A few moments later, Bai Qian nodded and silently followed behind Jiang Yu.
As they walked into Jiang He's courtyard, Jiang Yu's palms were already sweating profusely. She looked directly at Gu Lin.
"Your Majesty, the Marquis is alright."
Upon hearing this, Jiang Yu took a few steps back, her body feeling weak. "It's alright, it's alright."
Throughout the entire process, Bai Qian stared and listened blankly until Jiang Yu came out of Jiang He's room. Only then did Bai Qian manage a forced smile and ask, "Can I go in and see him?"
Jiang Yu stepped aside to make way for Bai Qian.
Inside the room, Jiang He lay quietly, but after Mei Chu's acupuncture, Jiang He had regained consciousness.
"Jiang He".
Bai Qian reached out and tucked Jiang He's slightly messy hair behind his ears, then picked up a damp cloth and gently wiped Jiang He's face.
"I do not know why you must return to the capital."
The arrow wound on her left shoulder wasn't deep, and Bai Qian noticed it at a glance.
"We can't win a fight, and we can't retreat either. Jiang He, I really feel sorry for you."
Bai Qian's eyes reddened. From beginning to end, the only person she felt sorry for was the man in front of her, even though she might not even have a place in Jiang He's heart.
“You are the eldest son of the Jiang family. Since you were born, you have carried the honor and disgrace of the family. Your father said that you started practicing martial arts at the age of three. You would practice every morning regardless of wind or rain, and you have countless wounds, big and small, on your body.”
Jiang He suddenly closed his eyes, and a tiny, crystalline tear slid down from the corner of his eye.
“Every time you lead troops into battle, you ask me to take good care of the Empress.” Bai Qian’s fingertip touched Jiang He’s moist eyes. “You left the capital the day after the old Marquis and his wife began their mourning period. That was the first time you fought such a big battle.”
Were you more afraid or more heartbroken at that time?
Bai Qian kept talking, and Jiang He never opened his eyes again.
“I used to think that I would have many opportunities to tell you these things in the future.”
"But I'm not sure this time, so I have to tell you now."
Bai Qian suddenly burst into tears, sobbing uncontrollably beside Jiang He's bed. "If you're too tired, just let yourself go."
Good heavens, he was not only the Marquis of Dingyuan, but also a pitiful man who lost his father and mother when he was just over twenty.
Even on the day of his coming-of-age ceremony, he was still fighting on the battlefield. He didn't even have a proper nickname. Can't you let him go?
"You have lived up to the expectations of the ancestors of the Jiang family."
Seeing that Jiang He's eyes were filled with more and more tears, Bai Qian hurriedly went to wipe them away.
She really wanted to ask the ancestors of the Jiang family.
What will become of Jiang He now?
......
Long after Bai Qian left, there was movement again at the door.
"The poison on the arrowhead was specially prepared by Mei Chu, and it has already been neutralized." Gu Lin walked in. Jiang Yu, who was outside, glanced at the setting sun and sat down on the steps outside as if on night watch.
Mei Chu and the others immediately left the courtyard.
"Why are you sending me back to Beijing?"
Jiang He's voice was hoarse and had a strong nasal tone.
"In the battle of Lingzhou back then, the old Marquis and his wife did not die in battle, but were shot to death by soldiers who had received a secret order from the Emperor."
Jiang He's eyes widened suddenly, his gaze almost bursting out of their sockets.
"I searched almost every surviving soldier from the Battle of Lingzhou back then, and finally, I found the evidence."
puff--
A small trickle of blood slid from the corner of Jiang He's mouth. Jiang He felt pain all over his body, a pain that penetrated deep into his limbs and bones.
"That's not all."
Gu Lin was a little unsteady on his feet. "From the time of the founding emperor, the day the new heir of the Jiang family was raised was the day the old Marquis of Dingyuan died."
In an instant, Jiang He spat out a mouthful of blood.
Then he lay heavily back on the bed.
“Father, you only had the opportunity to go to the battlefield when you were twenty-five. I must surpass you.”
Jiang He was a little out of breath. He practiced martial arts day and night, wanting to prove himself to his parents.
But now Gu Lin is telling him that it was precisely because of his efforts that his parents' deaths were hastened?
Jiang He turned to look at Gu Lin, her eyes filled with desperate hatred.
Gu Lin slowly bent his knees and knelt before Jiang He's bed. The moment his knees touched the ground, Jiang Yu outside could no longer hide her sobs.
Ignoring his injuries, Jiang He propped himself up and grabbed Gu Lin by the neck, shouting, "Your Gu family deserves to die!"
"In order to repay the kindness shown to us back then, none of my Jiang family members have ever had a good end."
Gu Lin's breathing became labored, and the veins on his forehead bulged, but Gu Lin did not resist, and Jiang Yu outside the house did not have the slightest intention to stop him.
“They should have died for the light, for protecting the people of Daqing, but now you’re telling me they all died because of conspiracies and schemes.”
As his consciousness gradually faded, Jiang He released his grip, collapsed to the ground, and laughed loudly.
Then, as if realizing something, Jiang He struggled to get up. Gu Lin tried to reach out to help him, but Jiang He pushed him away.
Jiang He walked to the doorway and looked at Jiang Yu, who was sobbing uncontrollably.
"Ayu, don't cry."
Jiang He let his tears flow freely, but stubbornly tried to wipe away the tears on Jiang Yu's face. "I promised my parents that I would take good care of you."
"Brother, I won't cry..."
Jiang Yu threw herself into Jiang He's arms, but the strong smell of blood made her tears flow even more, and she haphazardly covered Jiang He's wound.
inside the house.
Gu Lin knelt on the ground, revealing a smile that was even more hideous than crying.
Then he got up and went outside.
"This is evidence of the battle of Lingzhou back then, and the witnesses are being held here."
Gu Lin wanted to reach out and wipe away Jiang Yu's tears, and also wanted to pat Jiang He's shoulder, but in the end he didn't reach out.
"We can find the right opportunity to make the evidence public and then break with the Daqing royal family."
"At that time, no one will speak ill of the Marquis of Dingyuan's mansion."
"sorry."
After Gu Lin finished speaking, he walked towards the courtyard gate, but just as he reached the gate, Jiang He's voice suddenly rang out:
"Have you ever harbored any intention to harm my Jiang family?"
"I, Gu Lin, swear to God that I have never had any intention of harming the Jiang family."
Jiang He swallowed the blood in his mouth. "You found the evidence and didn't hide the truth from me and Ayu. I don't blame you."
Gu Lin's kneeling just now made up for it.
Gu Lin paused, his eyes bloodshot.
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