Inside the carriage, Jiang Wan witnessed the entire scene.
He Xingyun, who was standing nearby, reminded her, "Madam Jiang, it's time to get going."
"After we return to the capital, I will temporarily place you in the residence of the Prefect of the Capital. I'm afraid you'll have to make do with this for a while."
Jiang Wan shook her head: "Lord He risked his life to save me, and I haven't thanked him yet."
That night, if He Xingyun hadn't joked around and knocked down Pei Feng's bow and arrow, she would have truly been on the verge of death.
He Xingyun hesitated for a moment, then leaned closer and said.
“Madam risked her life to save him… I have seen her deep affection. It’s just that the princess’s status is special, and I cannot openly show favoritism. I hope Madam can understand my predicament.”
Jiang Wan gave him a strange look.
He Xingyun blinked and gave her a knowing look.
Jiang Wan: "...Thank you."
Then the carriage curtain was gently lowered.
"Does Madam also think that the man last night was the First Prince?" Biluo asked.
Jiang Wan shook her head: "It's still too early to tell."
"Madam, you must be careful when you return to the capital. First, she framed someone with a kite, and then she lured a swarm of snakes to attack. Song Tingyue is cunning and powerful, and should not be underestimated."
Biluo looked worried.
"Or perhaps we should let the cabinet..."
"No need," Jiang Wan said, taking a sip of tea.
If Pei Xuanruo can't even protect one of her, he shouldn't be the crown prince sooner or later.
However, when the topic of kites came up, she frowned slightly: "Why would a mother be willing to curse the fetus in her womb?"
Biluo asked in bewilderment, "Parents' love for their children is pure; how could they possibly harm their child..."
She paused, but Song Tingyue did it anyway.
Although it was intended to frame Jiang Wan, the cursed note, with every word pointing to Song Tingyue and the child of the King of Donglai, was indeed written by her.
How could Song Tingyue be so heartless? Doesn't she have any reservations?
Jiang Wan lowered her eyes.
Upon careful consideration, after returning to the capital, Song Tingyue requested permission to raise the fetus in her womb.
Even though it involved scheming, wasn't she afraid that Jiang Wan was ruthless and would destroy everything, truly harming her unborn child?
The King of Donglai is dead, and the child is Song Tingyue's only hope.
She was actually willing to risk her unborn child...
Jiang Wan frowned slightly and instructed softly, "Have Shi Xu check the Donglai Royal Court."
After a bumpy half-day journey, the carriage slowly entered the capital.
Jiang Wan was directly sent to the Jingzhao Yin (Prefect of the Capital), while Gu Yurong and Song Tingyue returned to the General's Mansion.
Zhou had already heard about Jiang Wan's knife attack on Song Tingyue. As soon as she entered the room, she took Song Tingyue's hand and said with pity.
"Good child, did I scare you?"
Then he turned to Song Ziyu and said.
"Has Jiang gone mad? She almost hurt your sister for the sake of a servant!"
Song Ziyu's expression was unfriendly: "What's the use of Mother taking her anger out on me? She's been crazy for a long time, and who in this family can control her?"
Zhou choked for a moment.
"I really hope she gets the death penalty, that would rid the Song family of this scourge!"
Song Tingyue replied, "I didn't actually hurt her. At most, it's a crime of overstepping my bounds. She won't be executed."
Gu Yurong, who had been silently drinking her tea, spoke up upon hearing this.
"The crime may not be serious, but in prisons, there are quite a few prisoners who go insane or die for no reason."
"Easier said than done."
Song Tingyue glanced at her with displeasure.
"If you could control your servants, Jiang Wan would already be doomed by now."
Gu Yurong gripped the rim of the cup tightly.
She knew that Song Tingyue blamed her maid for not doing her job well, which gave Jiang Wan a chance to turn things around in the kite incident.
But didn't she also find it strange?
That damned maid disappeared after messing things up, and she still hasn't been found.
This is truly bizarre.
Song Tingyue issued an order to leave.
"I have something to say to my mother and brother. You should go back now."
Gu Yurong glanced at Song Ziyu, revealing a perfectly balanced mix of reluctance and grievance. Song Ziyu's heart softened, and he personally saw her off.
As soon as they stepped out of the threshold, the two embraced.
"I haven't seen the General for many days, and I've missed him terribly, which is why I lost my composure." Gu Yurong's eyes were filled with tears. "Will the General come to my room tonight?"
Song Ziyu was easily swayed by this, but with Aru on his mind, he replied perfunctorily, "You go back first, my sister and I have something to do."
Gu Yurong was not about to miss this opportunity, and said softly, "The imperial decree will be issued in the spring to appoint the heir apparent, and I wanted to discuss the matter of Lin'er with the general..."
Song Ziyu wrapped his arms around her waist to comfort her: "Don't worry, Lin'er is the child I value most. The position of heir is rightfully his. I have already made plans for him."
"I knew it! The general dotes on Lin'er the most!"
Gu Yurong smiled, but she still felt uneasy.
Song Yu, that little brat, is very diligent, and his reputation in the capital surpasses that of Lin'er.
She also had a mother who was a third-rank imperial consort.
A wicked glint flashed in her eyes.
If Jiang Wan could die in prison and never come back, how wonderful that would be...
Inside the Green Bamboo Hall.
Song Tingyue finally waited for Song Ziyu to return, dismissed the outsiders, and whispered.
"Ayu, my sister is in trouble. The soldiers you sent to protect me can't be kept."
“I…I met with him privately, and those people saw it.”
"What?"
Song Ziyu was surprised, then showed a disapproving expression: "Eldest sister really shouldn't have seen him again. What if someone saw them..."
“He’s already been seen, by your personal guards.” Song Tingyue frowned. “Although I don’t know if those soldiers saw his face clearly, just in case, it’s better to silence him.”
Song Ziyu's face darkened, and he asked her the soldier's name.
“I’ll handle it,” he said. “It’s just that person…”
Song Tingyue waved her hand: "You don't need to tell me, I'll be careful."
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