"Song Yu's swordsmanship does indeed originate from General Song's sword manual. However, this book was completed by the old general in collaboration with others, and the martial arts secrets recorded in it cannot be passed on to outsiders. Therefore, it is inconvenient to show it to others without that person's permission."
"What do you, a mere woman, know about sword manuals?"
Song Ziyu immediately rebuked him.
“You have a close relationship with Song Yu. Even if you testify, it won’t convince the public.”
Jiang Wan smiled and said, "It's alright. I have already obtained that person's consent. Yu'er, bring out the sword manual and give it to the gentlemen."
Song Yu flipped his hand and actually pulled a book out of his sleeve.
The examiners passed it around, their expressions varying, before handing it to Song Ziyu.
"this…"
Song Ziyu turned two pages and his face turned pale.
As Jiang Wan said, the book is called the Chenxing Sword Manual. It has two different handwriting styles, which clearly indicates that it was completed by two people. Neither of them signed their names, and the signatures were pseudonyms: Beichen and Yingxing.
But he could recognize one of the people’s handwriting at a glance; it was his grandfather’s.
One of the examiners couldn't help but ask, "General Chengping, have you made it clear whether this book was written by General Song himself?"
Song Ziyu's lips trembled, and he was speechless for a moment.
He had just vehemently denied Song Yu's swordsmanship; if he were to admit it now, wouldn't he be contradicting himself?
Jiang Wan chuckled awkwardly: "What, General, can't you even identify General Song's belongings?"
Song Ziyu gritted his teeth.
He was caught in a dilemma: to admit it or not.
How could he have imagined that the sword manual left by his grandfather, which he knew nothing about, had instead ended up in Song Yu's hands?
Just as I was feeling embarrassed, someone suddenly spoke up next to me.
"Look, it's the Elder's wife!"
“Ms. Yuan was General Song’s first wife and had accompanied him on the battlefield. She would definitely be able to tell the difference!”
The matriarch, supported by her nanny, walked step by step up to the high platform.
She wore a jade-green longevity patterned jacket, her temples were gray, and her face was dignified.
Song Ziyu, as if she had been waiting for a savior, hurriedly handed over the sword manual: "Grandmother, this..."
The matriarch personally reviewed the document, and when she looked up again, her expression was calm as she reprimanded Song Ziyu.
"You unfilial son, you can't even recognize your grandfather's handwriting!"
Song Ziyu's face stiffened. Just as he was about to apologize, he heard Madam Yuan say firmly.
"This sword manual was not written by your grandfather at all!"
She turned her head and looked at Jiang Wan with a face full of disappointment.
"A-Wan, the Song family has treated you well, but I never expected that you would forge such a thing to deceive the world in order to protect your young son. You have disgraced your grandfather's spirit! How can you face the ancestors of the Song family?"
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