Jiang Wan's eyes widened slightly.
It seems that the person secretly contacting Song Tingyue intends to use this opportunity to subdue the Donglai tribe; their ambition is quite considerable.
No wonder Pei Xuan was so wary of Song Tingyue.
However, these power struggles within the imperial court do not currently involve her.
"Pack your things and head to the Prefect of the Capital."
Jiang Wan will be "released from prison" tomorrow, but she still needs to put on a show.
The danger in prison has been eliminated, and He Xingyun has made all the arrangements; she only needs to stay there for one night.
When Pei Tang returned to the manor, Jiang Wan had already left.
Only on the table sat a light gray sleeve cover.
The leather is luxurious and the workmanship is exquisite.
The color was a bit dull, which wasn't what Pei Tang usually liked.
She tilted her head and thought for a moment before coming to a conclusion.
"Take this to my brother, the Emperor. Sister Jiang made it for him herself."
The next day.
Lanterns hang high in the corners of the General's Mansion.
Zhou, along with Gu Yurong, Song Tingyue, and others, stood at the door, waiting for Jiang Wan to return from prison.
Song Lin was confined by Song Ziyu for several days and was only released today.
Gu Yurong said that Jiang Wan had suffered greatly in prison. The methods of the Jianghu people were ruthless, and she might have gone blind and deaf.
Therefore, I came specifically to see what was going on.
Gu Yurong also had a slight smile on her face, and her eyes were bright.
Just before I arrived, I received a reply from Mr. Ji.
Before she even opened it, she couldn't resist checking out Jiang Wan's miserable state.
Even the princes are present today, so it seems she won't need to exert herself. Soon, news of Jiang Wan's miserable and pathetic state will spread throughout the capital.
It's truly as if even God is helping her.
Soon, a horse-drawn carriage slowly came into view.
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