In early November, every household in Beijing began to prepare for winter, but the Chengyang Marquis Mansion seemed particularly quiet.
Ever since Jiang Xingjian put on armor and went to war again, everyone in the government was on tenterhooks from top to bottom, fearing that the same situation many years ago would happen again.
Jiang's mother was banging sutras and chanting Buddha's name in the small Buddhist hall every day, while Lin Jiayue only had her baby in her room and never went anywhere. Even if Huai Su wanted to take a look at her occasionally, she would be too lazy to see her. She would just stay in Longxiangzhai with nothing to do all day long, casually browsing through the books left by Song Wan.
When Jiang Xingjian was not in the house, she seemed to have lost her fighting spirit and could not bring herself to have any energy. Only when Jiang Xing was around, would she force herself to accompany her in reading, literacy, or embroidery and knotting.
Jiang's mother was originally very reluctant to see the fetus in her belly, but recently she often sent doctors to check Ping An's pulse for her, which made Lin Jiayue very upset.
If Jiang Xingjian had not left Beijing, the little thing in his belly would have been gone long ago.
Lin Jiayue gently touched her bulging belly, a trace of struggle and tenderness flashed in her eyes.
"Aunt Lin, shopkeeper Xu of the grocery store wants to see you."
"see me?"
The Qishun family member nodded and said, "I feel strange too. I asked you what happened without saying anything. Will I accompany you to see you?"
"See you, maybe there is something wrong with the shop."
She walked out with an indifferent expression. The Qishun family looked at her words and deeds and felt that they were extremely familiar.
Shopkeeper Xu is the general manager of the Hou Mansion's grocery store in Shangjing. He is a lean old man who is over 60 years old. Lin Jiayue only met her once when she was with Jiang Xingjian when the store was opened. Now that he is looking for her, it is really strange.
After leaving Lan Courtyard, Lin Jiayue walked slowly towards the small pavilion near the hanging flower gate. Although it was not winter yet, she did feel a bit cold.
She tightened her cloak tightly and looked at the old man in front of her with a bored expression.
Shopkeeper Xu didn't say anything, and just handed her a package in his hand: "A customer said there was something wrong with the goods in the shop, so I have to hand it over to the owner."
"Master Marquis is not here, so I thought this thing should be given to Aunt Lin."
Lin Jiayue frowned, took the things and opened them. She saw several miscellaneous items inside, but there was nothing wrong with them. However, the tattered clothes at the bottom caught her attention.
"what……"
After shaking off the clothes, Lin Jiayue glanced at them and her expression suddenly changed.
Seeing her reaction, shopkeeper Xu knew that the other party understood. After bowing, he left a message saying if he could tell him anything, then turned and left.
"What's wrong with these objects? Why didn't I see it?"
Lin Jiayue gathered those things together and said calmly: "There is a flaw in the mold made by the craftsman. I will take it back to the house and have a look."
After returning to the room, Lin Jiayue spread the clothes on the table, and found paper and pen to copy down the contents one by one. After reading the information clearly conveyed by Jiang Xingjian, she sat slumped on the chair and lost herself in thought.
It would take eight hundred miles to rush this thing to Beijing, and it would probably take more than ten days. Now Jiang Xingjian and the prince's people would have been wiped out early.
Lin Jiayue dropped the pen and paper on the table and sneered contemptuously.
But while smiling, she couldn't help but shed tears.
What if... what if they are not dead yet and are still struggling to support themselves?
Thinking of what was said above about Jiang Manji being brutally tortured to death, Lin Jiayue bit her lip and couldn't calm down for a long time.
She thought she hated Jiang Xingjian and Jiang Man, and even hated everyone and everything in the Chengyang Marquis Mansion. She thought she hated even a stone or a blade of grass in the Chengyang Marquis Mansion.
But why...
Why was she surprised but not relieved when she learned that Jiang Xingjian was trapped in Suhe and that Jiang Man died for such a ridiculous reason?
Lin Jiayue touched her lower abdomen, her eyes filled with pain and struggle.
"Sister Yue'er."
Jiang Xing pushed open the door, and as soon as she poked her head slightly, she was startled by Lin Jiayue who suddenly stood up and strode towards the door. Just when she was about to ask, she saw Lin Jiayue running out with her belly in hand.
"Look carefully..."
Lin Jiayue was stopped by Qingwei as soon as she left Longxiangzhai.
"Aunt Lin, what are you doing? Be careful."
"Quick, I want to go to the palace to see Song Wan."
Lin Jiayue opened her eyes and felt miserable.
Who would have thought that after experiencing life-and-death betrayal in a foreign land, the only person she would trust when faced with big events would be Song Wan?
Qingwei was originally a palace official and had been in charge of government affairs for a long time. Some time ago, Jiang Xingjian took her into his room, but at that time, she was only written into the official register. At that time, the old lady passed away, and the family was still in the mourning period. If it hadn't been for the successive incidents in the Hou family and Qingwei's status being really embarrassing, I'm afraid she wouldn't have made such a move.
Perhaps because of this, she has no hostility towards Lin Jiayue or Lin Jiayue towards her. Although there are occasional conflicts, the two of them can still deal with major matters.
"I'm afraid it won't be easy to handle."
Qingwei said: "My aunt is of low status and cannot be admitted to the palace. If there is really something serious, she can only be summoned by the master of the palace. But Song Chenghui's status is also low, and he has no right to summon people outside the palace."
"If you are really in a hurry, I can ask someone to ask Concubine Yun. If Concubine Yun agrees, you may be able to meet Song Chenghui."
"No, I can't see Concubine Yun."
Jiang Xingjian and the prince are in trouble. Only the third prince Shen Qianbai is left in the court. If the prince and his entourage are all killed in Suhe, Shen Qianbai can take over the throne first!
Let her use the country as a temptation to test human nature, but she can't do it.
Lin Jiayue grabbed Qingwei with anxious eyes.
"this……"
Qingwei thought for a moment and said: "Then Aunt Lin can only ask the old lady."
Jiang's mother has a decree. If she wants to see Song Wan, she can just hand over a message and enter the palace. No one should stop her.
"Old lady?"
Lin Jiayue was stunned and felt bitter in her heart.
To her, Jiang's mother was not even as reliable as herself.
But there is no time to delay now. If we delay for a moment longer, more people may die.
Lin Jiayue gritted her teeth and turned around to Jiangmu's Jiangxiang Courtyard.
"What are you doing frizzy?"
Jiang's mother was meditating in the small Buddhist hall. Lin Jiayue suddenly opened the door and raised her eyebrows in surprise.
"You all go out, I have something to talk to Madam."
Lin Jiayue looked at the maids and women in the room and sent everyone out. Grandma Li was dissatisfied and was about to scold her, but Lin Jiayue shouted and got out.
"Mother, something happened in Suhe."
After pushing everyone out, Lin Jiayue cried and said: "The Holy Lord sent the Marquis to Suhe openly, but secretly he made an agreement with Nanqing to withdraw all the troops of the Suhe Dusi. Now there is only an empty space left." The shell is there.”
"Concubine Jiang was secretly sent to Princess Nanqing by the Holy One, and she was tortured to death."
"The Holy One has made up his mind to destroy the Yanghou Mansion in Chengdu. We can't just sit back and wait for death."
"I want to go to the palace to see Song Wan, mother, please help me!"
"help me!"
