When Jiang Wan's voice came, Song Yu was tidying his clothes.
The contest was over, and he had just relaxed when Song Lin unexpectedly used a sneak attack.
The silver light instantly drew near, and Song Yu's eyes flashed with malice.
Based on his reflexes, he could easily dodge the dart.
But when he caught sight of a figure standing under the tree, he paused, his dodging movement a beat too slow.
Just as the dart was about to pierce his heart, a stone flew from the side, accompanied by a strong gust of wind.
The dart veered off course, grazing Song Yu's shoulder, tearing his clothes and leaving a shallow bloodstain.
The person who made the move was none other than Protector Xiao.
"Thank you for saving me, Protector General." Jiang Wan examined Song Yu's wounds, her eyes flashing with a fierce light. "Otherwise, Yu'er would have been seriously injured."
Protector Xiao picked up the dart that had been knocked to the ground, and after examining it closely, his face turned angry.
"I'm afraid it's more than just serious injuries."
"These pear blossom darts have been modified to contain poison. They will leak out once they enter the body. Fortunately, Young Master Song only suffered a scratch."
Everyone was startled upon hearing this.
It's already despicable to resort to underhanded tactics after a defeat, but to use such a deadly hidden weapon is even worse.
Wang couldn't help but say, "Yu'er is your younger brother, yet you want to kill him?"
Protector Xiao glanced at Song Lin: "This kind of low-class stuff is obviously made by those crooked sects in the martial arts world. I wonder where you got it?"
"I..." Song Lin's face was flustered, "This was given to me by my master, I didn't know..."
Master Chenyi frowned and asked, "The Hermit of Nanshan?"
Many martial arts practitioners were present, including many Jianghu figures. The name of the Hermit of Nanshan might fool the nobles in the capital, but those in the know understood that his techniques were all heretical and evil.
What respectable young master would want to become his disciple?
The crowd began to whisper among themselves, their gazes toward Song Lin growing increasingly strange.
Protector Xiao, with his martial spirit, said bluntly, "No wonder he's so ruthless; it turns out he's taken a master from a heretical sect!"
Gu Yurong broke out in a cold sweat, too embarrassed to look up.
"It's my fault for not raising my son properly." Song Ziyu, unable to save face, roared, "You unfilial son! Apologize to your brother now!"
Song Lin's face turned red and his veins bulged.
He was arrogant and proud, and bowing his head to Song Yu in front of everyone was more painful than death for him.
After gritting his teeth for a long time, he finally managed to squeeze out a few words: "It was my mistake, I'm sorry."
Gu Yurong hugged him tenderly, saying, "Alright, Lin'er knows he was wrong. He's still young, so please don't blame him anymore, General!"
Pei Xuan stepped out of the crowd, holding something in his hand.
He was worried that giving away such a valuable gift without reason would make Song Yu a target of public criticism.
A riotous display of beauty is not necessarily a good thing.
Now that Song Lin has done something foolish, it's a good opportunity.
"It's easy to dodge a spear in the open, but hard to guard against an arrow in the dark. This is for you."
Immediately, someone shouted, "This is... the Golden Feather Soft Armor!"
This is a royal treasure, a divine artifact coveted by all the military generals of the Great Yong Dynasty. The Crown Prince actually gave it to Song Yu. What an honor this is!
More importantly, Pei Xuan's intentions might also be the intentions of the royal family.
Could it be that His Majesty has already chosen Song Yu to inherit the mantle of the Song family army?
Everyone was surprised, and their gazes toward Song Yu became more solemn.
He was able to become a disciple of Master Chenyi, becoming Princess Zhaohua's junior brother, and now he is also favored by His Highness the Crown Prince.
After today, Song Yu will surely shine brightly.
After the banquet.
Jiang Wan followed Pei Xuan to the study.
A guard said from the side, "Princess Anyang went to the palace to pay her respects to the Emperor today, and also visited several concubines in the harem. She only returned to the General's Mansion in the afternoon."
"She would stop at each palace for the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, and nothing seemed out of the ordinary."
"I asked the guard."
"Could it just be a routine greeting?"
"impossible."
Jiang Wan was resolute.
“Song Tingyue is particularly self-conscious and sensitive about her leg injury. She wouldn’t go out to make small talk for no reason. The fact that she went to so many places was to cover up her true intentions and the person she really wanted to see.”
Pei Xuan said, "List all the people she met today and check their relationship with Pei Xi."
This matter must be addressed by starting with Pei Xi.
However, pressing them repeatedly will only arouse the suspicion of the person behind it, so we need to think of a better way.
Jiang Wan had done what she needed to do and was preparing to take her leave.
Pei Xuan stopped her: "Is Ji Rong, the Minister of Justice, your uncle?"
Jiang Wan turned around: "Not bad."
"Consort Yun is preparing to petition the emperor to grant Pei Feng a marriage, as she has taken a liking to the daughter of the Ji family. The imperial decree will be issued before the end of the year."
Jiang Wan was stunned for a moment, then nodded and thanked him, "Thank you for informing me, Your Highness."
She stepped out of the East Palace gate, her footsteps landing on the still-unmelted snow.
Arranging a marriage with the Ji family would be tantamount to winning over two major forces: the Ministry of Justice and the Patrol Battalion, which would be of great benefit to Pei Feng.
However, Pei Feng was not a good man for the woman, and the Ji family would certainly not want to marry their daughter to him.
With the imperial decree issued, the uncle and aunt were in for a lot of trouble.
Jiang Wan frowned slightly.
Moreover, Pei Feng still harbors feelings for Song Tingyue.
I wonder what Song Tingyue will think when she hears this news…
With the Lunar New Year approaching, Beijing has experienced several days of heavy snowfall.
Since the apprenticeship banquet, Song Yu's reputation in the capital has soared, and he has made more and more friends among the young noblemen.
Today it's poetry collections, tomorrow it's tea parties; invitations are sent to the Zhiyuan Academy like a flowing stream, making Song Lin extremely envious.
"What's the big deal? You can't just blend into the elite circles like that!"
He boasted in front of Gu Yurong.
“Song Yu has been poor since childhood and doesn’t know how to deal with scions of wealthy families. They wouldn’t even give him a second glance!”
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