"Madam, the time has come."
Walking through the courtyard, one is surrounded by the vibrant energy of spring, with lush grass and soaring birds.
Biluo led a servant-like figure forward slowly.
Jiang Wan was sitting on the veranda reading a book.
Her skin was fair and translucent, and the soft sunlight shining on her seemed to transform into a cool halo, making her appear exceptionally elegant and refined.
The servant was momentarily stunned, but quickly looked away and bowed respectfully: "Master."
Jiang Wan smiled and called out, "Shi Xu".
The servant looked up, revealing a handsome face.
He was extremely handsome, and Cai Die, who was sweeping the floor nearby, blushed instantly.
"While I was away, I'm very grateful to you all for managing Linglong Pavilion," Jiang Wan said with a faint smile. "Any news from the Prefect of the Capital lately?"
"Time sequence" replied.
"Song Shuling couldn't withstand the torture and confessed to most of what she had done, but she insisted that she was the one who did it and that Lin Zhiquan had nothing to do with it."
"She was hoping the Lin family would rescue her."
Jiang Wan raised an eyebrow: "I'm afraid she'll be disappointed."
Time chuckles softly.
"After Lin Zhiquan was exonerated, he seemed to realize that this matter was related to you. He kept saying that he and He Xingyun reported the top-class room of Wangyue Tower and claimed that he would investigate to the end. It is said that He Xingyun's expression at the time was quite interesting."
"In the end, Lin Zhiquan was demoted and ordered never to mention the matter again."
Jiang Wan raised an eyebrow: "He probably can't figure out even if he racks his brains, who he offended."
That day, when she saw Pei Xuan traveling discreetly, she knew he definitely did not want to reveal his whereabouts.
Lin Zhiquan dared to make such a fuss; wasn't he just courting Pei Xuan's wrath?
Time purses its lips.
The Pavilion Master even dared to use Crown Prince Yongning, truly...
He pulled a letter from his sleeve: "Young Master Aning wrote yesterday, inviting you to the royal spring hunt."
Tucked inside the envelope was a gold-embossed invitation with the words "Qingwu" written on it.
The handwriting flows smoothly, and the light strokes seem to outline an indescribable sentiment.
It's obvious at a glance that it was written by him personally.
Over the past few years, Young Master Aning has frequently sent invitations to Linglong Pavilion, attending every spring's flower banquet and autumn's tea party without fail.
Although she never kept his promise, he still enjoyed it immensely.
Shi Xu asked, "Master, are you still refusing as before?"
"No."
Jiang Wan gently raised her hand, dipped the tip of her brush in ink, and wrote a few words.
She expressed her gratitude for the imperial merchant's offer and accepted the invitation to the spring hunt.
“Since returning to Beijing, he has helped me a lot. In return, I should go and thank him in person.”
Shi Xu frowned, disapprovingly asking, "Are you going to reveal your current identity?"
“Things in the capital are still unsettled, so now is not the time,” Jiang Wan said. “You are skilled in diplomacy, so you can disguise yourself as me when the time comes.”
The timeline nods.
Jiang Wan had always appeared in public wearing a mask, and Young Master Aning had never seen her face, so it wasn't difficult for him to impersonate her.
"There is one more thing."
Jiang Wan took out a stack of papers from the table.
"Have the secret agents in the capital distribute these lyrics to restaurants and teahouses, and within half a month, let them spread by word of mouth among the people."
Shi Xu took a look and saw that it was full of folk tales praising military generals and their achievements.
"Song Ziyu wanted to make a name for himself at the spring hunt and take over the patrol camp, but he forgot that what the monarch fears most is that his achievements overshadow his authority."
Jiang Wan raised her eyebrows slightly.
Recalling Song Ziyu's smug look recently, a cold smile curled at the corner of her lips.
"Like oil being cooked over a raging fire, or flowers being adorned with brocade."
“I don’t mind adding fuel to the fire.”
…
As the spring hunt approached, the general's mansion became unusually quiet.
Song Ziyu recommended Linglong Pavilion as a royal merchant, a matter that seemed to suit Pei Xuan's tastes perfectly. He also mentioned the patrol camp, which Pei Xuan did not refuse.
He shook off his previous slump and regained some of his former triumph in officialdom.
However, life wasn't so easy for the women in the backyard.
Since Song Shuling was sent to the Shenxing Division, Zhou has been anxious and urging Song Ziyu to redeem her.
Who knew that a few days ago, the Censorate was embroiled in a fire.
Before Song Shuling could be tried, she disappeared in the fire, and her fate remains unknown.
Upon hearing this devastating news, Zhou fell seriously ill and never recovered.
Gu Yurong fared even worse.
After losing her status as a royal merchant, the Gu family vented their anger on her, causing a huge scene in her room, smashing things all over the floor, and even the servants watched and laughed.
Gu Yurong was irritable and stayed indoors for several days.
Because she and Zhou were both too busy taking care of themselves, they neglected Song Lin.
That day, Jiang Wan was having a meal when she suddenly received the news.
Song Lin got drunk and caused trouble at the gambling den and was detained.
The messenger was Song Lin's servant, Fu Wang.
"Madam, please save the young master! The people at the gambling den say they'll chop off both his hands if the ransom isn't paid!"
"Is no one in the main courtyard taking care of him?" Jiang Wan asked.
"After the incident, the young master's first thought was of you, and he specifically instructed me to come and find you!"
Fu Wang's face was full of anxiety.
Since the Crown Prince's birthday banquet, Song Lin has gradually come to appreciate Jiang Wan's kindness and has tentatively visited Xingzhi Courtyard a few times.
He was very unhappy about being turned away repeatedly.
Now, whenever the General's Mansion is mentioned, outsiders praise Song Yu as a young prodigy. He couldn't stand it, so he became self-destructive and frequented restaurants, where he got into gambling.
Fuwang knelt down and cried.
"Madam, the young master cares about you. He has always regarded you as his own mother. You can't just abandon him!"
He had been with Song Lin since he was a child, so he naturally knew how much Jiang Wan had doted on this son in the past.
Is it really possible to stand by and watch someone die without offering help?
"Biological mother?" Jiang Wan asked with a slight sneer.
In her previous life, after she returned to the manor, Song Lin showed her no filial piety whatsoever.
He's just jealous because she's in power and Song Yu is always one step ahead of him.
She never forgot the coldness and madness on Song Lin's face when he poured that bowl of poison into her mouth in her past life.
"You can leave now."
Jiang Wan's face was as cold as ice.
"His affairs are no longer my concern."
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