When news of Song Ziyu reached the General's Mansion, Gu Yurong was listening to the servants gossiping on the street.
She was slightly displeased when she heard that the people had no interest in discussing Song Yu's imprisonment because of the urgency of the disaster.
"That won't do. That little brat has finally gotten a stain on his record; we have to make sure everyone knows about it! If Mr. Ji Jiu doesn't have enough men, then send some more from your residence..."
"lady!"
A servant boy rushed in.
"It's terrible! The general is trapped on the mountain. The situation is urgent. Young Master Lin must take supplies to rescue the people!"
"What?"
Gu Yurong was startled.
Song Ziyu was very confident about this mission and made a solemn vow before the emperor.
If things go wrong, the General's Mansion cannot afford the Emperor's wrath.
But on second thought, if Song Lin could turn the tide, wouldn't that be an opportunity to make a name for himself?
As for supplies... the disaster is severe now, and all the shops in the city are closed.
She thought for a moment and said, "Tell Mother to have Ji Jiu gather two truckloads of relief supplies before nightfall!"
"Will this work? Time is too tight," the maid said worriedly.
Gu Yurong lowered her voice: "Regardless of whether they are good or bad, just bring them here. After dark, cover them with a cloth, and no one will be able to tell what they are."
"Just say it's something issued by the imperial court. Which commoner would dare to say it's bad? Even if they see a problem, they can only put up with it."
Just like before, the soldiers complained about the poor quality of the military supplies provided by the Gu family.
Later, these people mysteriously disappeared.
No one dared to speak out of turn anymore.
The snow disaster was a serious matter, and even the matriarch of the family was alarmed. She mobilized her family members to pull strings and find ways to help Song Ziyu.
Because Jiang Wan was on good terms with the Ji family, she was asked to leave the room.
There's no need to copy the Buddhist scriptures anymore; let her write a letter to the Ji family.
Jiang Wan smiled and agreed. In front of Madam Yuan, she picked up a pen and wrote a letter, instructing Biluo to send it to her uncle's house.
The matriarch of the family personally reviewed it, and it stated that the Ji family should help if Song Ziyu was punished, and that the Ministry of Justice should help to make an exception.
There is no problem.
Biluo took the letter and left.
No one knew that she was carrying another letter in her sleeve, which was the real message Jiang Wan wanted to convey.
Gu Yurong hurriedly arrived at Song Lin's courtyard.
Pushing open the door, the room was very dark, with black curtains covering the windows, so even though it was daytime, not a single ray of light could get in.
A faint, damp, fishy smell wafted from the room.
"Mother, why didn't you knock on the door!"
Song Lin was sitting on the bed. When he saw someone coming, he hurriedly stuffed something into his sleeve and glared at Gu Yurong with dissatisfaction.
The matter was urgent, and Gu Yurong didn't think too much before grabbing him and getting off the bed.
After hearing the whole story, Song Lin's expression turned sour: "But I've been in seclusion practicing martial arts for the past two days and it's not advisable for me to go out."
"What martial arts skills? You can practice them when you get back, won't that be the same? This great opportunity to make a name for yourself won't wait for anyone!"
Gu Yurong patiently persuaded him.
“Because of what happened in the past, your father is very angry with you. Now that he has specifically asked you to go, you must not disappoint him.”
Song Lin hesitated.
Gu Yurong grew anxious and gritted her teeth, saying, "Do you still want to be the heir? Now that Song Yu is in prison and Madam Jiang can't leave her room, this is the perfect opportunity for you to show off!"
"We've already lost the battle over becoming his apprentice. If we don't seize this opportunity, how will we compete with Song Yu?"
"He'll never beat me in his entire life!" Song Lin snapped, "Stop talking! I'll go!"
As long as he is careful and doesn't use his internal energy, he should be fine.
Gu Yurong was pleased and ordered people to prepare a carriage for him.
He then instructed his servants, "Is there any movement from the Xingzhi Courtyard?"
The maid replied, "Madam Jiang did not go out; she only sent a letter to the Ji family."
Gu Yurong breathed a sigh of relief, "Keep a close watch on the courtyard. We can't let a word about the snow disaster leak out. No one can steal Lin'er's credit!"
That very night, Song Lin set off with the supplies.
When they reached the foot of the mountain, they suddenly saw a group of people in front of them.
The boy leading the group looked very familiar.
Song Lin tightened the reins, hardly believing his eyes: "Song Yu!"
Shouldn't he be locked up in the Ministry of Justice's prison?
What is he doing here? And what are those seven or eight carts following behind him?
Could it be that Song Yu also heard the rumors and came here specifically to steal his credit?
Song Lin was furious and cracked his whip: "My father summoned me here in an emergency, what business is it of yours? Get out of here!"
Song Yu glanced at him and instructed the guard beside him, "Take the supplies into the mountains first and rescue the people."
When Song Lin saw the guard's face, he exclaimed in surprise, "Shen Ci?"
"Aren't you one of my father's men? Why are you helping him? Get over here now!"
"Be careful, or I'll tell my father and have you reduced to a slave!"
Shen Ci ignored him: "Young Master Lin should worry about himself."
He led a group of guards into the mountains.
"This is outrageous! This is truly outrageous!" Song Lin roared in anger.
When he got angry, his eyes turned bloodshot, and his arm, hidden in his sleeve, trembled slightly, as if he was trying his best to suppress something.
He really wanted to teach Song Yu a lesson! Unfortunately, he couldn't use force today.
Song Lin took a deep breath to calm himself down.
Once he masters his divine skill, he will definitely tear Song Yu to pieces!
Right now, making a contribution is the most important thing.
He glared angrily at Song Yu, then whipped his whip and drove up the mountain.
Seeing him leave so decisively, Song Yu was somewhat surprised. He had thought there would be a conflict, after all, Song Lin was never a calm person.
I heard that Song Lin has recently been practicing martial arts with the Hermit of Nanshan. Recalling his strange behavior just now…
Song Yu frowned, followed closely, and raised his whip to strike Song Lin.
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