The sedan curtain was lifted, and Jiang Wan, dressed in a jade-colored brocade robe, peeked out.
Her eyes and brows were smiling, and her complexion was rosy.
It didn't seem like he'd been to jail; it was more like he'd been on vacation for a few days.
"Thank you all for welcoming me." She slowly stepped out of the car, her eyes sweeping over the doorway.
Pei Feng and Pei Xi stood to the side with cold faces, too lazy to exchange pleasantries with her.
Only Pei Jin nodded at her with kind eyes.
He had heard Pei Xi say that Jiang Wan had rescued the two of them from the snakes that night, and he was grateful for that.
"It's good that you're back." Zhou said with a forced smile.
She wished Jiang Wan would suffer in prison, but seeing her return home unscathed, she couldn't bring herself to laugh.
Song Lin, however, looked as if he had seen a ghost and couldn't help but blurt out, "Mother, what's going on? Didn't you say Ji Xian..."
Gu Yurong covered his mouth tightly.
Jiang Wan asked curiously, "What did Lin'er say?"
"It's nothing." Gu Yurong forced a smile. "He said the kitchen made chicken soup, especially for my sister to nourish her body."
"Thank you for your kindness." Jiang Wan nodded and said seriously, "But you should still give Lin'er some more nourishment. At this age, to lose control of his bladder in public is probably a sign of congenital yang deficiency. If he doesn't take good care of himself, it will cause problems with his marriage in the future."
Gu Yurong knew that Jiang Wan was deliberately provoking her, so she gritted her teeth.
She could hold back, but Song Lin didn't, and he cursed.
"You! How dare you humiliate me?! I'm going to have my grandmother find someone..."
"Lin'er!" Gu Yurong cried out anxiously, quickly stopping him.
The relationship between my mother and Mr. Ji was private.
This is the network of underworld figures she has befriended; it is her trump card, and it must never be known to others.
That was close; Song Lin almost let it slip.
Fortunately, Jiang Wan's expression was normal, so she probably didn't notice anything amiss.
Gu Yurong secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
The group moved to the main hall for their meal.
Pei Feng raised his glass and looked at Jiang Wan.
"As I said, I would personally apologize to Lady Jiang. I almost hurt you in the heat of the moment that day. Please forgive me."
Jiang Wan returned the greeting: "Your Highness is too kind."
Pei Feng continued, "An Yang and I are close friends. She is pregnant, and I will need your help in the future."
His tone was cold and hard.
It was less of a polite gesture and more of an application of pressure.
Jiang Wan smiled slightly, but a thought stirred in her heart.
She had no idea why Song Tingyue had summoned the princes today.
Pei Feng's every word and action was clearly aimed at protecting Song Tingyue.
As if afraid others wouldn't know, he had a special relationship with Song Tingyue.
Are they really so shameless?
Song Tingyue doesn't seem like such a stupid person.
After the meal, Jiang Wan found Pei Xi, who was enjoying the cool air alone in the pavilion.
Upon seeing her, Pei Xi was reminded of the unpleasant memories from the mountain and immediately tried to avoid her.
"What are you hiding for, Third Prince? I know you went into the woods that night."
Jiang Wan got straight to the point.
Who was the person who secretly met with Song Tingyue?
Pei Xi said irritably, "What does this have to do with you? And why should I tell you?"
Jiang Wan stared at him and asked, "Is it Pei Xuan, Lord He, or a military guard?"
Pei Xi waved his fan, feigning profundity: "Don't bother guessing."
Jiang Wan said "Oh," and then suddenly said, "It's the First Prince, isn't it?"
This time, Pei Xi almost jumped up in anger.
"You... I'm warning you, don't talk nonsense!"
Jiang Wan then asked, "Were the Crown Prince and the Princess on good terms before?"
Seeing that he couldn't hide it any longer, Pei Xi nodded dejectedly: "Of course, if it weren't for Sister Anyang's marriage to Donglai back then, she would have married the eldest prince."
Jiang Wan's eyes flashed, as if she were deep in thought.
After resting in the palace for a few days, Song Yu was personally escorted back to the general's mansion by the imperial eunuch.
The eunuch then read out the imperial edict.
Emperor Jingyuan appreciated Song Yu's loyalty and bravery, and granted him permission to join the army ahead of schedule for training.
Song Ziyu was somewhat unwilling.
This was clearly a path he had paved for Song Lin, and now Song Yu was also benefiting from it.
Gu Yurong was so angry that she was furious. As soon as the person who delivered the imperial decree left, she smashed the vases in the room all over the floor.
"Madam, please don't worry! It's precisely at times like these that you must think of the young master's best!"
The maidservant advised.
"Or perhaps we could ask Mr. Ji to think of a solution?"
The mere mention of this matter gave Gu Yurong an even bigger headache.
"Mr. Ji said that he recently offended someone he shouldn't have provoked and that he needs to keep a low profile."
The maid exclaimed in surprise, "Isn't Master Ji supposed to be a very influential figure in the martial arts world, with people he wouldn't dare to offend? He makes such a good show of himself, but why is he so useless when you need his help?"
"Who knows?"
Gu Yurong was very annoyed, feeling that she was unlucky.
"Perhaps it was just a coincidence."
But Lin'er absolutely cannot lose in next year's competition for the crown prince!
Song Yu is highly regarded in the capital now, and she needs to promote Song Lin.
"Lin'er is studying under Grand Secretary Teng, and he will surely surpass Song Yu in literary talent. Now, I want to find him a renowned martial arts master."
After weighing her options for a long time, Gu Yurong thought of someone.
Master Chenyi.
This man held a prominent position in the martial arts world and enjoyed considerable prestige in the imperial court; even the princess was one of his disciples.
If Lin'er could become his disciple, then Song Yu would be far superior to him.
She picked up her pen and wrote a letter: "To Mr. Ji, he has a wide network of connections, ask him to think of a solution."
They walked and stayed in the courtyard.
Song Yu poured Jiang Wan a pot of tea.
"The general dislikes my military achievements, but Princess Anyang is keen to win me over. Mother, what do you think I should do?"
Jiang Wan looked up at him.
Song Yu asked in confusion, "Mother, what's wrong?"
Jiang Wan shook her head.
He addressed Song Ziyu as General and Song Tingyue as Princess, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
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