The jailer was taken aback and asked, "What does Madam Jiang mean?"
“There is a kind of drug in the martial arts world called ‘Pulse-Breaking Powder.’ When ingested, it will cause a person to lose all pulse and breath, which is no different from death. They will wake up after three days. People in the martial arts world call it ‘the drug of feigned death,’” Jiang Wan said. “Gu Yurong and Song Lin’s symptoms are the manifestations of the Pulse-Breaking Powder before it takes effect.”
Gu Yurong's bloodshot eyes widened, her whole body stiffened, and even her teeth chattered: "You, you're talking nonsense!"
Jiang Wan stopped looking at her and turned around, carrying the lantern.
"I'm afraid they're trying to fake their death from the plague, and then escape after their bodies are transported out of the city."
She gave instructions to the jailers.
"Have your uncle send someone to watch over them. Before they are exiled, no matter whether they are dead or alive, they must not be released from prison."
Seeing that her plan had been exposed, Gu Yurong was utterly hopeless, her face as pale as paper.
He collapsed to the ground as if deflated, all his previous arrogance gone.
"Who...who are you...?"
This secret medicine was left to her by her mother, who instructed her never to use it lightly unless in dire straits.
Gu's mother also said that this medicine was developed privately by Mr. Ji Jiu, and very few people knew about it.
How could Jiang Wan guess the secret medicine from the martial arts world just by looking at the symptoms?
This, this is impossible!
Gu Yurong found it hard to believe.
In a flash, she suddenly remembered something.
She had long suspected that Jiang Wan had powerful connections in the martial arts world, and even once thought that Jiang Wan was trying to impersonate Qingwu from Linglong Pavilion in order to gain the Crown Prince's protection.
Now that it seems, Jiang Wan's knowledge of the martial arts world is so profound, it's hardly an impersonation; she's clearly...
Gu Yurong took a deep breath, staring in disbelief at Jiang Wan's departing figure.
No wonder, no wonder Jiang Wan seemed to have undergone a complete transformation after falling off the cliff and returning to the capital.
A person who was once simple-minded suddenly becomes cunning and extremely difficult to deal with.
Not only is she shrewd and resourceful, always seizing the initiative, but she also has the help of powerful figures in the martial arts world, which has forced her to this point step by step.
There is only one possibility: the person in front of us is not Jiang Wan at all, but the mysterious Mr. Qingwu!
Where did the former Jiang Wan go? Could it be that the Pavilion Master of Linglong Pavilion impersonated her, or... was it all a conspiracy between the two of them?
Gu Yurong was in a state of confusion and shouted at Jiang Wan's back, "Qingwu!"
Jiang Wan was slightly taken aback, and slowly turned her head.
"Mr. Qingwu, you are Qingwu from Linglong Pavilion, aren't you!"
Gu Yurong's voice was hoarse. Thinking she had touched on Jiang Wan's secret, she laughed fiercely.
"No wonder you wanted to take away the Imperial Merchant's business from my Gu family! It was all so that Linglong Pavilion could take over the Song family's military supplies, wasn't it?"
"You have some nerve! If His Majesty finds out that you've been colluding with the Jianghu forces to rebel against the Song family army, are you plotting a rebellion?!"
Emperor Jingyuan had always been wary of the Song family's military power, so how could he tolerate Jiang Wan's private manipulation of the imperial merchants?
Regardless of Jiang Wan's purpose, once Emperor Jingyuan finds out about this, he will never let her off easily!
Gu Yurong was filled with excitement and frantically pounded on the prison door.
Even if she were to die, she would drag Jiang Wan down with her!
She shouted, "I, I will expose you! I will tell His Majesty about your conspiracy, I will..."
Before he could finish speaking, a sharp pain suddenly shot through his throat.
Gu Yurong clutched her neck and fell to the ground. Looking down, she saw her hands were covered in blood.
"Waaaaah!"
She tried to open her mouth to call for help, but found that she could not make a sound.
She became mute.
A figure slowly emerged from the shadows of the corridor.
It was Pei Xuan.
He glanced coldly at Gu Yurong: "Too noisy."
"Gu has been spreading rumors and has lost her mind. She was kept under strict custody here before her exile. There is no need to alarm the Emperor with news about her, so as not to worry the Emperor."
The jailer immediately responded and went to relay the order.
Jiang Wan turned her head to look at the person who had come in and asked, "Why is Your Highness here?"
As Pei Xuan walked outside, he said, "I've come to see General Song off on his final journey."
The prison where Song Ziyu was located was not far from here, and Jiang Wan couldn't be sure for a moment whether Pei Xuan had heard Gu Yurong's words.
She had some doubts in her heart.
Pei Xuan and Song Ziyu had never been on good terms, so why would Pei Xuan come to say goodbye to him?
Just as he was about to ask, Pei Xuan reached out and handed him a piece of paper.
It was a divorce agreement signed by Song Ziyu.
As He Xingyun said, Song Ziyu probably can no longer pick up a pen to write.
The divorce agreement ended with only a handprint, bright red and glaring, soaking through the back of the paper.
One can imagine how angry and resentful the person who pressed their fingerprint must have been.
Given Song Ziyu's selfish and heartless nature, he must be extremely unwilling to leave the Song family, and might even wish that she would be buried with the Song family.
He certainly didn't expect that Emperor Jingyuan would issue an imperial edict for divorce.
Thinking of his shocked and angry expression, Jiang Wan suddenly felt better and slightly curved her lips into a smile.
As they spoke, the two had already walked out of the Ministry of Justice prison.
Snowflakes fluttered down, covering the bluestone road with a thin layer of white. In just half an hour, it was completely covered in silver.
The general's carriage stopped nearby, and Pei Xuan stepped aside to block her path.
"The Yuan family has been sentenced, and the Emperor has ordered their execution in three days. Do you want to go and see it?"
Jiang Wan shook her head.
She wasn't a bloodthirsty person; as long as she got her revenge, that was enough. She wasn't interested in bloody scenes.
"I'll skip the execution. I plan to go to Hanshan Temple to offer incense to comfort my mother's spirit in heaven."
Pei Xuan nodded: "I'm also going to Hanshan Temple to pray for blessings in a couple of days, so I'll go with you."
"When will Your Highness be going?"
Pei Xuan replied, "One day with you."
Jiang Wan was taken aback and glanced at him sideways: "But I haven't said which day yet."
The snow-white snow accentuated his handsome features, making him appear noble and otherworldly.
"It's alright." He took out a card from his sleeve, smiled slightly, and handed it over. "Just avoid this day."
Jiang Wan took a look and immediately smiled.
This is truly a joyous occasion.
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