He Xingyun paused for a moment, then frowned and said, "If the Song family truly possesses such a sacred object, why has no one known about it for so many years?"
At this moment, Jiang Wan, who had been silent until now, stepped forward: "Lord He."
"Since Lin'er is so certain, let's wait and see."
She said softly.
"The power of the imperial edict is supreme. If others had known about it earlier, who knows how much bloodshed it would have brought to the General's Mansion. I think that's why the late emperor and grandfather concealed this matter."
He Xingyun looked at her: "So, Madam Jiang also knows about this?"
Jiang Wan shook her head: "I only just learned about this myself. It's such a big deal, I'm sure Lin'er wouldn't dare to lie."
"Moreover, my grandfather was a man of great military achievements, protecting the late emperor's life on the front lines of the enemy many times. Just now you said that the imperial edict was bestowed upon those who were loyal, brave and patriotic. I think my grandfather's merits deserve this reward."
Upon hearing this, everyone felt a sense of emotion.
This news was shocking at first, but upon closer reflection, if any minister in the late emperor's generation could possess an imperial edict, they could not think of anyone other than General Song.
Thinking about it that way, it doesn't seem so surprising anymore.
"Lin'er".
Jiang Wan suddenly looked at Song Lin and asked.
"Even if there really is an imperial edict, it belongs to the Song family. What do you intend to do with it?"
“It has been said since ancient times that whoever possesses the iron certificate can request anything from the monarch of the Great Yong Dynasty, and nothing will be denied.” Song Lin met her gaze and smiled coldly. “I request Your Majesty to forgive General Song and the old lady’s transgressions and allow them to return to their residence!”
really.
He Xingyun's face darkened.
Song Lin indeed had this idea in mind.
He disliked Song Ziyu, but if Song Lin could really produce the imperial edict, Emperor Jingyuan probably wouldn't be able to refuse the request.
After all, the Iron Certificate was a sacred object of the Great Yong Dynasty, an ancestral rule passed down through generations, and even emperors were subject to its constraints.
He Xingyun frowned and looked at Jiang Wan, only to see her smile faintly and speak to Song Lin.
"Even so, the imperial edict was passed down to the Song family by the late emperor. Now that it has been confirmed that you are not of Song blood, how can you decide its use?"
Upon hearing this, everyone turned to look at Song Lin.
Song Lin showed no panic, only gave a cold snort, and took out a letter from his sleeve.
"This was written in the handwriting of the matriarch of the Yuan family, and also bears the fingerprint of General Song. He instructed me to take the imperial edict and the iron certificate to the emperor to release them from prison."
He unfolded the letter in his hand, and those who were close enough could immediately see that it was indeed written by Yuan Shi himself, with a bright red handprint on it.
Jiang Wan squinted at it and smiled silently.
"Alright, then quickly bring out the imperial edict and certificate."
Song Lin handed the letter to He Xingyun for a closer look, then walked up to her, lowered his voice, and said fiercely.
"Well, Madam Jiang, did you expect the Yuan family to have a backup plan?"
"What a pity! With the imperial edict, even if you're so angry you vomit blood, you can only watch helplessly as they return home safely!"
"You won't let me have an easy time, I'll see what kind of end you get!"
Jiang Wan chuckled softly.
Song Lin caught the sarcasm in the smile, and as if provoked, he was about to say something when he heard Pei Xuan say from not far away, "Young Master Song, has your servant been gone for too long?"
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