Er Gou couldn't help but ask, "General, do you intend to let Young Master Lin take over the Song family army?"
Song Ziyu did not deny it: "Lin'er is very smart, but he still needs to be trained."
Seeing his confident expression, Er Gou fell silent.
He had heard of Song Lin; people in the capital said he was spoiled and arrogant.
How can such a person be qualified to command hundreds of thousands of soldiers?
He didn't argue anymore, feeling utterly disappointed, and silently left the military camp, riding his horse to the general's mansion.
Er Gou wanted to see Jiang Wan, but when he arrived, he realized that she was now imprisoned by the Jingzhao Yin.
Gu Yurong, upon hearing the news, specially brought Song Lin to greet them, her face beaming with smiles.
"Young General Er Gou, I'll be relying on you to look after Lin'er from now on. Come in and have a cup of tea..."
"No need."
Er Gou showed her no respect whatsoever, whipping his whip and galloping away, kicking up dust that covered Gu Yurong's face.
"I will come to see Madam Jiang again after she returns to the manor."
Gu Yurong was left looking utterly humiliated.
Song Lin got angry and cursed at Er Gou's back.
"Who do you think you are! A greenhorn soldier. If it weren't for my father giving you face, would you even have the right to talk back to me like that!"
The soldiers next to Er Gou heard this and wanted to turn around to argue, but Er Gou stopped them.
He exclaimed indignantly, "General, are we really going to support such a person?!"
Er Gou patted his shoulder and whispered, "Go ask someone you know in the capital; I want to see Madam Jiang."
Meanwhile, Gu Yurong was also trying to persuade Song Lin.
"Your father instructed you to get along well with the soldiers."
"A lowly soldier, even on the battlefield he'd only be risking his life to protect the Song family, a worthless life." Song Lin scoffed. "Mother, I'm going to be a great general someday, is it necessary for me to curry favor with them?"
After saying that, he ran to the backyard to fight crickets.
Gu Yurong shook her head helplessly, then asked in confusion, "When did Jiang Wan become acquainted with the soldiers?"
She's too ambitious; she even extended her reach into the military.
It seems that Song Ziyu is still completely unaware.
"Something's not right." She had a bad feeling. "Jiang Wan is in prison. I need to take this opportunity to get rid of her. Otherwise, she'll be even more difficult to deal with when she returns to the mansion."
Fortunately, Gu's mother had already arrived in the capital and was living near the General's Mansion.
"Have Mother go to Mr. Ji and find a way to have Jiang Wan die in prison."
The maid was startled: "The prisons of the Prefect of the Capital are very strict; this will be difficult to handle."
"Mr. Ji has connections in the underworld. There are plenty of desperate people in the underworld who will do things cleanly and efficiently for money."
Gu Yurong lowered her head slightly, her eyes filled with suppressed hatred.
"Jiang Wan, you're facing death this time."
The East Palace and the West Garden.
Jiang Wan sneezed.
She was threading a needle, and the fox fur in her hand was the one Pei Xuan had hunted back that day.
A fluffy white cat lay sprawled on her lap, its round cat eyes staring, its paws occasionally fiddling with the needle and thread, causing a disturbance.
It wasn't until Jiang Wan reached out and scratched its head that it hummed contentedly and lay back down comfortably.
"ungrateful."
Pei Tang's indignant comment.
“I’ve been feeding you for half a month, and you won’t even let me hold you. Sister Jiang has only been here for a few days, and you’re already so affectionate with her.”
Jiang Wan chuckled.
A figure flashed in the porch, and Pei Xuan walked over, taking off his magnificent black cloak and pouring himself a cup of tea.
"Another assassin has infiltrated the prison today. He's a江湖匪人 (jianghu bandit) and one of the top ten on the imperial bounty list. To hire him, you need at least a thousand taels of silver."
He took a sip of tea.
"I had no idea your life was so valuable."
Jiang Wan smiled and said, "Thank you, Your Highness, for arranging for an undercover agent to take my place in prison. Otherwise, I would have been in grave danger."
Pei Xuan glanced sideways and saw the cat affectionately rubbing against Jiang Wan's arm, and his expression turned displeased.
"Qingqing".
At his command, the cat reluctantly jumped down, its tail brushing against Pei Xuan's robe, its eyes filled with grievance.
Pei Xuan picked it up.
This was originally intended as a gift for Qingwu.
However, he asked twice recently, and Linglong Pavilion said that Qingwu had traveled far away and had not returned, so he could only keep it in the East Palace.
I never expected this cat to not recognize its owner and be so affectionate with a stranger.
Pei Xuan glanced at Jiang Wan.
She wore a pink cloak, with a circle of fox fur around her neck, revealing a soft and delicate face.
When they live under someone else's roof, they know how to be obedient.
But Pei Xuan hadn't forgotten the vicious teeth marks she'd left on his arm that night; they were truly merciless.
He slammed the teacup down, his face cold and stern.
Just then, He Xingyun requested an audience and was led in by a servant.
Upon seeing Jiang Wan, he said, "Madam Jiang, that soldier named Er Gou wanted to see you, but I sent him away. However, judging from his armor, he should have been promoted to Lieutenant General."
Jiang Wan smiled and said, "Thank you for informing me, Lord He."
Pei Xuan glanced at Pei Tang: "I have something to discuss with Lord He."
Pei Tang said "Oh," and tugged at Jiang Wan's sleeve, signaling her to leave together.
After the two left, He Xingyun spoke: "Yesterday, Consort De invited the imperial physician. I went to inquire and found that Pei Feng was injured on his shoulder, and the location was exactly the same as the wound."
"It seems that the one secretly contacting Song Tingyue is the First Prince."
Pei Xuan sneered: "After all these years of silence, he finally couldn't hold back anymore."
"Could he be the one who's been exchanging information with the Donglai tribe all these years?"
He Xingyun frowned.
"With Song Tingyue acting as a go-between, Song Ziyu is very likely to submit to the Crown Prince, and the Song family's influence in the military is significant."
"At that time, the eldest prince will have the support of Donglai outside and the Song family army inside, so he will probably be very difficult to deal with."
Pei Xuan: "Song Ziyu is still observing; he won't be so easily subdued."
He Xingyun said in a low voice, "Just in case, the Song family needs to have our own people."
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