Jiang Wan also arrived, standing quietly with Song Yu in a corner of the crowd.
Holding the hand warmer, Song Yu smiled innocently: "I brought a set of talismans made by my mother for today's lottery, hoping for better luck."
Jiang Wan patted his head and said with a smile, "Don't be nervous."
All the people from Linglong Pavilion have entered the second round. Even if someone tampered with the draw, she can guarantee Song Yu's safety.
The reason she came in person was because Pei Xuan told her that the identity of the special envoy would be announced in advance today.
The Song family will definitely take action; she cannot let her guard down.
Soon, the drums sounded, and the box for drawing lots, covered with a black cloth, was placed in the center.
The second round of martial arts trials used a group drawing system, where contestants were divided into several groups of five, with the winners advancing to the next round.
As Song Yu approached, Song Lin gave him a contemptuous smile.
He looked smug and composed.
His father had already made arrangements for him; he would draw four Song family soldiers, ensuring his advancement to the next round.
Moreover, the examiners on the field had all been contacted by the matriarch of the elder family. No matter what they drew, the result was already predetermined. He was just there to make a show of it.
And Song Yu…
He glanced at the handsome, seemingly oblivious young man beside him, a sinister smile creeping across his face.
I heard that my aunt specially prepared some nice things for Song Yu.
Whether Song Yu will survive this round is still unknown.
The drumbeats subsided, and everyone gathered to prepare for the draw.
The first samurai reached into the chest and was about to pull out a bamboo skewer when a voice suddenly rang out from afar: "Wait!"
A eunuch rushed over and reported.
"The special envoy will personally attend the lottery ceremony. Gentlemen, please prepare to receive him!"
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