Jiang Wan said.
"Fortunately, I instructed Steward Zhao to cover for him, so he won't be caught by Song Lin's men."
"Tonight is the best time to act. We'll see what secrets the Yuan family and Song Ziyu hold tonight."
Shixu nodded, turned over, and disappeared out the window.
"Why go to such lengths, Madam, to summon the Vice Pavilion Master here?"
Biluo pouted.
“In terms of martial arts, Guard Shen can also follow Song Lin unnoticed. If he finds out, he will inevitably feel that he is not valued.”
Jiang Wan glanced at Biluo: "You and Shen Ci seem to have a good relationship."
She had only said it casually, but Biluo blushed and said, "No way! Who's on good terms with him? Madam, please don't joke with me!"
Jiang Wan smiled slightly, then suddenly remembered something.
She had previously promised Shen Ci that he would serve as a guard in the General's Mansion for a few years, and when the time was right, she would arrange for him to join the Song family's army.
With his martial arts skills, achieving military merits would be a piece of cake, and the position of deputy general would be just around the corner.
She briefly mentioned this matter last time, leaving the decision to Shen Ci.
But judging from Shen Ci's words, he seemed to have no interest in the army, and instead expressed his willingness to stay in the general's mansion and continue to serve as a guard.
This surprised her.
Sweating on the battlefield is the dream of every martial artist, and Shen Ci is a clear-headed person, unlike someone without ambition.
He was actually willing to stay by her side and work as her guard.
unless…
Looking at Biluo's flushed cheeks, Jiang Wan had a vague answer in her heart.
She began, "You didn't mention what happened in Linglong Pavilion to Shen Ci, did you?"
“Of course not.” Biluo frowned and immediately shook her head. “This servant knows what’s important. Although I am on good terms with him and have told him a lot about myself, I dare not mention a single word about Madam’s identity or Linglong Pavilion!”
As soon as he finished speaking, he realized what he had said, his face flushed, and he hurriedly ran away.
Jiang Wan chuckled.
She pushed open the window and looked up at the moonlight on the horizon.
As night deepened, the courtyard of Xingzhi became quiet.
But Song Lin at this moment was probably not so calm.
After Pei Xi left, Gu Yurong was released from the ancestral hall.
She had been injured at the banquet before, and her old wounds had not yet healed. Today, in the freezing cold, she had been kneeling on the cold bluestone bricks for nearly three hours, and she almost couldn't bear it.
Gu Yurong couldn't stand up and had to be carried back to her room by two servants.
"That bitch Jiang Wan, how dare she treat me like this!"
She couldn't help but curse aloud, her heart burning with hatred.
Song Lin was pacing in the room, his face filled with worry, as if he had encountered some difficult problem.
Upon hearing this, he turned his head and asked, "Mother, what do you mean by this?"
“That Third Prince is clearly here to cause me trouble!” Gu Yurong said. “He didn’t even say two words about serious matters before making me serve tea. One minute he complained that the tea was too hot and scalded him, the next he complained that the tea was too cold and the aroma was weak. He treated me like a maid. The servants in the outer courtyard were watching, and I really lost face!”
“That wasn’t enough. Even though I was so humble, he still found fault with me to humiliate me, saying that I had insulted the royal family and made me kneel in the ancestral hall.”
Gu Yurong said angrily.
"The Third Prince has no grudge against us, yet his behavior today clearly shows that he's supporting that little bitch Jiang Wan!"
Upon hearing this, Song Lin's expression darkened even more, as if he had thought of something.
"It seems that Consort Rong really has a close relationship with the Jiang family. In order to distance herself from us, she specially sent the Third Prince to express her attitude."
Gu Yurong nodded, and said angrily, "This is really going too far!"
Her excitement caused the pain in her leg to return.
After kneeling in the ancestral hall for half a day, her knees were now bruised and swollen.
Song Lin hurriedly ordered someone to fetch the medicine, and then asked the door, "Has that little eunuch been found?"
"Not yet." The servant replied, wiping the sweat from his brow, "Steward Zhao has already sent people to search the entire courtyard, but we still haven't found him. It's really strange. Where could a perfectly healthy person hide?"
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