The man sighed, slightly lifting the brim of his hat, revealing himself to be Kuai, the leader of the Illusion Moon Sect who should have been executed long ago.
"That being said, once you leave Beijing, all these years of hard work will be in vain! Your uncle went through so much trouble to find you, and he's really unwilling to give up..."
“There’s nothing to be resentful about,” Song Yu said. “As long as the people live in peace and prosperity, what difference does it make who sits in that position?”
“My uncle founded the Illusion Moon Cult to find me, but over the years, the Illusion Moon Cult has recruited a large number of followers and caused chaos in various places under the banner of justice. The situation has long been out of your control and has violated your original intention.”
“Uncle, it’s time to stop. Even if Emperor Jingyuan’s ascension to the throne was illegitimate, it doesn’t stop him from being a good ruler.”
Kuai remained silent for a long time, and finally sighed without saying anything.
"Since you've made up your mind, your uncle respects it."
"But you must keep your identity a secret. You have royal blood in your veins. Even if you have no intention of rebelling, once the palace finds out, they will not let you go."
Song Yu nodded: "Uncle, don't worry."
He watched Kuai leave, then mounted his horse.
A servant boy ran over with a cloak in his hand: "Young Master, Madam said it's cold today and wants you to wear this to keep warm."
Song Yu took it, a warm feeling spreading across her face.
He has a mother and relatives, that's enough for him.
On the fifth day after Jiang Wan moved back to the Prime Minister's residence, she personally held a wedding banquet for Zhu Que.
Those present were all from Linglong Pavilion, with Shi Xu and Shi Yin at the head.
The group hadn't seen Jiang Wan for a long time, and since they were in the Prime Minister's residence surrounded by their own people, they drank a bit more than usual.
Looking at these familiar faces she hadn't seen in a long time, Jiang Wan smiled and suddenly felt a long-lost sense of ease.
If she hadn't accidentally entered Linglong Pavilion after falling off a cliff and been rescued by the old pavilion master, she wouldn't be where she is today.
They were her closest friends and her benefactors.
Fortunately, Linglong Pavilion is now thriving and its status in the martial arts world is rising. With Song Yu's support in the court, it will be even more powerful, which can be considered as living up to the old pavilion master's expectations.
Jiang Wan was not a heavy drinker, and with her great revenge fulfilled, the tension she had been under for many years eased, and she became somewhat drunk after just two cups of wine.
In the backyard, Shi Xu pulled Zhu Que to pour wine for Shuang Bai, while Shi Yin was boasting to Bi Luo about his bizarre experiences wandering the martial world.
Someone took out the mask that Jiang Wan wore in the pavilion and jokingly put it on her head, causing another round of laughter from the crowd.
Snow falls silently, while winter plum blossoms bloom in vibrant red.
The garden is filled with the fragrance of plum blossoms, which, when stirred by the charcoal brazier, becomes warm and cozy.
Amidst the laughter and chatter of the crowd, a warm and welcoming atmosphere filled the air.
Jiang Wan held the wine pot in her hand, listening to the lively laughter and chatter, when suddenly she felt that something was missing from the scene.
As the sake went down my throat, a handsome face suddenly appeared before my eyes.
Jiang Wan shook her head, realizing she was a little drunk.
"Where is Qingqing?" she asked.
Biluo, who was playing rock-paper-scissors with Shiyin, replied, "She was just here a moment ago, but Caidie probably carried her to the backyard."
Jiang Wan said "Oh," picked up the wine pot, and walked towards the backyard by herself.
The Prime Minister's Mansion of the Jiang family was much larger than the General's Mansion. The courtyard that Jiang Linyuan arranged for Jiang Wan was the most spacious one. After passing through the moon gate and going around to the back courtyard, although it was not as spacious as the front courtyard, it was very elegant, and there were several white plum trees planted in the courtyard.
"Qingqing".
Jiang Wan lifted her cloak and approached, calling softly.
A cat's meow seemed to come from deep within the white plum blossoms, but it wasn't very clear.
Jiang Wan took a few steps forward, trying to hear more clearly, but she slipped and fell down the steps.
She gasped in surprise, but the next moment, she fell into a broad embrace.
"...Pei Xuan?"
Jiang Wan opened her eyes slightly.
She reeked of alcohol, her cheeks flushed with a light, tipsy blush, and she even forgot to change her form of address, exclaiming in surprise.
What are you doing here?
Pei Xuan smiled and asked in return, "On Shuangbai's auspicious day, I am his master. I've come to ask for a cup of his wedding wine. Doesn't Madam Jiang welcome me?"
Jiang Wan stared into his eyes, reacted slowly for a moment, and nodded, saying, "Welcome."
The wind blows through the white plum blossoms, causing the stamens to tremble slightly.
The blue-eyed cat lazily nestled under the porch, swaying its tail listlessly.
Her master, however, completely forgot the purpose of coming here, and also forgot how someone of Pei Xuan's status could have entered the backyard of the Prime Minister's residence.
Seeing Jiang Wan's unusually slow-witted appearance, Pei Xuan chuckled and said, "Then I'll trouble Madam Jiang to lead the way."
Jiang Wan said "Oh" and walked towards the front yard with the wine pot. After taking a few steps, she suddenly realized something.
She stopped in her tracks, the effects of the alcohol mostly worn off.
The front yard is sometimes quiet and sometimes secluded, and there are many people from the Linglong Pavilion.
Jiang Linyuan and Shuangbai didn't recognize them, but Pei Xuan had lived in Linglong Pavilion for a while and would definitely recognize those familiar faces.
She couldn't bring Pei Xuan with her.
Jiang Wan turned around, shook her slightly heavy head, and coughed lightly: "Today... is not convenient, Your Highness, please return."
Pei Xuan glanced at her, but didn't insist: "Alright."
"It's getting late, and it's just a cup of wedding wine. We can ask Madam Jiang for more another day, no problem."
Hearing him say that, Jiang Wan breathed a sigh of relief.
He couldn't help but mutter to himself.
This momentary lapse almost exposed his identity.
When did her alcohol tolerance become so low?
Fortunately, it was salvaged in time.
That was close.
“However…” Pei Xuan suddenly spoke up, asking earnestly, “Is Madam Jiang very cold?”
Jiang Wan was puzzled.
Suddenly, Pei Xuan raised his hand and reached towards her face.
"Otherwise, why would you wear a mask in your own home?"
Jiang Wan: “…”
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