"It's only right. You saved me; you are a benefactor of the Duke's mansion."
After showing concern, Old Madam Sheng carefully examined her complexion: "You look unwell, is your old injury still unhealed?"
"I've been having a string of nightmares lately, and I'm quite unsettled. I'm afraid I might be possessed by evil spirits," Jiang Wan asked. "Madam has been a Buddhist for many years. Could you offer some guidance?"
“What’s so difficult about that? I have a crystal Buddha statue here, which is the most effective at warding off evil spirits. I’ll give it to you today.”
Madam Sheng was a devout Buddhist, and over the years the palace had bestowed upon her many fine gifts.
Jiang Wan spoke up precisely because she knew these things.
The two chatted for a while longer before she got up to say goodbye.
Before leaving, Madam Sheng instructed, "This glass Buddha statue was bestowed by the Emperor himself. It is exquisite but fragile. Be careful on your way back to the manor."
Damaging a gift from the Emperor is a grave offense.
Jiang Wan smiled and agreed.
After returning to the sedan chair, she personally picked up the Buddha statue.
Calculating the time in his mind, sure enough, when the carriage entered the deep alley, it suddenly jolted.
The sound of blades clashing rang out, indicating a fight was taking place outside.
Hearing the sounds of fierce fighting, Jiang Wan showed no fear whatsoever. Instead, she smiled and gently released her hands.
Inside the general's mansion.
Gu Yurong grew increasingly restless: "General, there's still no news from your men after so long, could something have happened?"
"How is that possible?"
Song Ziyu remained calm and composed as he picked up his teacup.
"Arong, you're so smart. You suggested sending my elite troops to deal with a weak woman like Jiang Wan. It would be as easy as crushing an insect."
"Once it's done, just lie and say she's a bandit, then take her to a mass grave and bury her."
He embraced Gu Yurong and made a soft promise.
"Rest assured, the position of mistress of the General's Mansion belongs to only you."
Gu Yurong smiled charmingly, and was about to speak when a servant rushed in in a panic, reporting in a trembling voice.
"General, Madam, Madam is back!"
"What?" Song Ziyu stood up abruptly.
"It's true! The person is already at the gate!"
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