Jiang Wan glanced at him and suddenly chuckled softly.
"OK."
She stood in front of the cell door, looking down at Song Ziyu, who was crawling on the ground, struggling in his death throes, with the same gaze she would give a dog on the street.
“I am now a second-rank noblewoman, the mother of the crown prince, and His Majesty’s benefactor. How could I fear the false accusations of a death row inmate?”
She spoke with a smile.
"You may tell His Majesty this, but he probably won't believe it. He will only think that my husband's family is heartless and pity my situation even more."
Song Ziyu was furious.
Overwhelmed with rage, he felt a churning pain in his internal organs, and his lips trembled, unable to utter a word.
Anyone who sees this appearance would find it impossible to reconcile it with the handsome and valiant General Song of yesteryear.
Jiang Wan looked at him quietly and said softly.
"I have come today to see the general off on his final journey. The road to Lingnan is long, so please take good care of yourself."
"Fortunately, with his son Song Lin by his side, the general will not be lonely on this journey."
She smiled.
"Although you are not his biological son, the general is foolish enough to have raised his biological father's son for more than ten years. He will surely cherish the relationship and take good care of you."
“You, you…” Song Ziyu was furious, his eyes wide open.
"Oh right, and Song Zhao too."
Jiang Wan tilted her head slightly.
“Aunt Ru is still young and will remarry eventually. Song Zhao will naturally leave the General’s Mansion with her. The surname Song is unlucky, so I will change his surname and let him live a good life.”
"General Song, try to live a few more days, because after you die, there will be no descendants to worship you."
Song Ziyu gritted his teeth: "You dare!"
Song Zhao is the only bloodline in this world, yet Jiang Wan is so heartless, not even leaving him a sliver of hope!
"You wicked woman!" he spat out a mouthful of blood and cursed, "Even if I die, I will become a vengeful ghost and come to...come and take your life!"
Jiang Wan stared at him intently, as if she had heard something funny.
"A vengeful ghost?"
She chuckled softly, the candlelight reflecting on her face, but her eyes were as dark as an abyss, and her words were as cold as ice.
"You've probably never seen a real vengeful ghost."
Song Ziyu did not hear her last words.
His external injuries were too severe, and he was further agitated by Jiang Wan, causing his blood and qi to surge, and he fainted.
Several rats, attracted by the smell of blood, swarmed over and began gnawing on the rotting flesh near the wound.
Jiang Wan imagined a scene where a man in brocade robes led little Song Lin and poured poison into her mouth.
"I find it disgusting to even look at an unchaste woman like you."
His eyes were filled with indifference as he looked at the haggard woman on the bed who refused to beg for mercy, and he sneered.
What I hate most is your aloofness.
Jiang Wan lowered her eyes, looking down at the man at her feet.
The once dashing young general now lies prostrate at our feet like a lump of rotten flesh.
The cycle of karma.
"It was a tragic fate," she said softly.
While sleeping in prison, a cold laugh suddenly came from inside.
"Indeed, a tragic fate."
Yuan Shi, lying on the straw mat, opened her eyes.
"If I had known this would happen, I should never have let you into the General's Mansion."
She gritted her teeth, as if recalling some old memory, and a fierce glint flashed in her eyes.
"Ji Mingling is a troublesome case, but I never expected her daughter to be even more of a menace!"
Jiang Wan's gaze fell on her: "What did you do to my mother?"
Yuan sneered, not intending to answer her question, and said viciously, "I never thought that after a lifetime of scheming and plotting, I would fall into your hands."
"If I had not done evil, how could I be suffering the consequences today?"
Jiang Wan spoke softly.
In her previous life, she had little interaction with the Yuan family. Although the Yuan family was hidden in the shadows, they controlled the entire General's Mansion. The fact that she ended up in such a state in her previous life was largely due to the Yuan family's instructions.
This outcome is entirely their own fault.
Jiang Wan glanced at the frail and worn-out old woman on the straw mat, said nothing more, and turned to leave.
"Did you hide the imperial edict?" Madam Yuan suddenly became agitated. "That was bestowed upon the Song family by the late emperor. You are not worthy of it!"
"The late emperor bestowed sacred objects to reward meritorious officials, not to condone evildoers."
“To redeem your lives with a decree of iron and silver would be to defile the sacred object.”
Jiang Wan didn't turn around, ignoring Yuan Shi's angry curses behind her, and walked out of the prison carrying a lantern.
Ji Rong was waiting for her not far away.
Seeing that she came out unharmed, Ji Rong breathed a slight sigh of relief and took a few steps forward: "Have you finished talking?"
Jiang Wan nodded: "The imperial decree of exile has been issued. Having come this time, there is no need to see each other again."
Ji Rong stroked his beard: "Try to think more positively about the Song family's affairs. With your uncle here, there's nothing to be afraid of. At worst, you can move into the Ji family mansion, and your uncle will take care of you for the rest of your life."
Jiang Wan's eyes crinkled into a smile.
After Song Ziyu was imprisoned, Jiang Linyuan said this countless times, and even sent people to renovate the courtyard she had lived in before her marriage.
If she really moves into the Ji family home, her father will probably be the first to object.
Her father and uncle were worried about her being saddened by the Song family, unaware that she was about to avenge her great enemy and was in a very good mood.
Jiang Wan walked out with Ji Rong, her mind preoccupied with her mother's affairs.
Yuan Shi did not reveal what happened back then to her, which was within her expectations.
In fact, even if Yuan Shi said so, there was no guarantee that there wouldn't be some trap involved, and she wouldn't believe it.
Zhuque and Shuangbai have been in Youzhou for several days now, and news should arrive soon.
There were still some days before Yuan was exiled from the capital. Before that, she needed to find out what her mother had gone through back then; she wanted to know the truth.
It was not only to facilitate the divorce, but also to bring peace to the soul of my mother in the afterlife.
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