"Master, there is news from Suhe."
Ji Rong hurried to Shang Rong's palace. When he saw Shang Rong and others, he quickly informed him that the army had arrived at Suhe.
"The war is tense. Although the DPRK and China continue to mobilize troops, it is not easy to resist Nanqing."
Zhao Nanzhang spoke in a low voice, his eyelids drooping slightly, and he seemed to have no interest in speaking.
Hearing this, Shang Rong said: "Although we have no money in the treasury these years, Nanqing is not much better."
"The reason why King Ning sent troops to Dongning was because Nanqing had been wounded by internal fighting for many years. He wanted to invade Dongning in order to gain a chance to survive. Ten years ago, Nanqing could muster at least more than 100,000 troops, but now it is impossible. "
The rest of the people didn't say anything, they just looked at Lu Youyun's exclusive position in a daze. Even Song Wan looked at the empty place with a haggard look, feeling a little nervous.
"Hold me more and warm your hands."
The hand warmer was stuffed into Song Wan's arms from the palace maid, and Wu Xixiang gently stroked her hair, silently comforting her.
Everyone couldn't cheer up, so they first came to Caiji to look for Song Wan. Song Wanfang hurriedly got up and went to Changxin Palace with her.
"aunt."
As soon as he saw Song Yunning, Song Wan hurriedly stepped forward and looked at her carefully from top to bottom. He was relieved when he saw that she didn't seem to be injured.
"Auntie is fine."
Pulling Song Wan to her side, Song Yuning held her shoulders with distressed eyes.
"I heard that you were seriously injured by that old thing?"
"It's just a few blows. It's just the pain of the flesh and it's nothing. But where has my aunt been these days? Has she ever been injured?"
After not receiving any news from Song Yuning for several days, Song Wanji assumed the worst. Now that she saw her aunt again, she felt at ease after having been hanging around for several days.
Song Yuning hummed: "Hidden in Jiang Man's Yanqing Palace."
"There was no one in her Yanqing Palace, so my aunt hid there for a few days."
Caressing Song Wan's back, Song Yuning felt that the girl under her palm was obviously much thinner and had a sour look in her eyes.
After she was rescued by Yuan Rong that day, she actually hid in the eunuch's first room.
Although Yuan Rong used a life-threatening drug to suppress the poison and she survived, her body was seriously injured, but Song Yunning did not want to tell Song Wan about this.
"Do you know that in order to save the prince, Jiang Yi took the remaining troops of Suhe and died together with Qin Rao?"
Song Wan frowned slightly and shook his head gently.
Ji Rong should have told everyone about this just now, but she was worried that her aunt was leaving in a hurry and did not hear the news.
"After all, he is the son of the old Marquis, and he is not a coward."
Seeing that Song Wan was silent, Song Yuning said cautiously: "You two have known each other since childhood. It's human nature to be sad, but don't worry too much."
Song Wan shook his head, not knowing what to say.
It can be said that she has a deep relationship with Jiang Xingjian, but since entering the palace, she rarely thinks about the affairs of the Chengyang Marquis Mansion. Now that she heard that Jiang Xingjian had passed away, what she thought was that Lin Jiayue knew about it, and she didn't know how she would react.
Song Wan said lightly: "I'm just a little sorry."
"If he returns safely, he can witness the birth of his child, but now... he has no chance."
Song Yuning sighed after hearing this, pursed her lips and remained silent for a long time.
After returning to Laiyi Pavilion from Changxin Palace, Song Wan discovered that there was Feng Dongchang's secret letter on his dressing table, and there was also a palm-sized wooden box.
"Eunuch Ji Rong just sent it, and my servant helped you put it on the stage."
Heng Zhi brought a bowl of warming soup to warm up Song Wan.
Putting the hot soup aside, Song Wan opened the letter on the table.
There was nothing special written on it. Shen Qianyu simply said a few words about how she felt when the DPRK sent reinforcements, and told her that everything was safe. The only thing about Jiang Xingjian was that she mentioned a few more words.
After reading the letter, Song Wan smiled lightly and wrote a reply to Shen Qianyu. She briefly mentioned Lu Youjun's death due to Emperor Wen Hui, and told him that she and everyone in the East Palace were fine, and were just waiting for his safe return.
After writing the letter, Song Wan carefully handed the letter to Heng Zhi. After Heng Zhi went to find Ji Rong, she opened the wooden box.
In the wooden box is the white jade plum blossom hairpin that she has treasured for many years. Song Wan picked it up and stared at it for a long time, then gently put it into the box and asked the brocade book to be stored in the box.
"Luan Jian, I remember that you carved wooden hairpins twice in your house in the suburbs, right?"
Luan Jian nodded: "This slave is just here to pass the time with nothing to do. It's not very detailed."
"Could you please carve a simple one for me?"
"The slave will be given to the lady tomorrow."
Song Wan nodded, put the luan note down and went to the courtyard to look for wood.
The next day, after Song Wan received the wooden hairpin carved from Luan Jian, he found a box and asked someone from Dongchang to deliver it to Lin Jiayue of the Marquis of Chengyang.
Since the Chengyang Marquis Mansion received the news of Jiang Xingjian's death in Suhe River, it has been silent and the door is closed.
Jiang's mother locked herself in Jiangxiangyuan all night, while Lin Jiayue leaned on the beauty's couch with her belly in her arms, looking at the candlestick in the room with a dull and empty expression.
"Sister Jiayue, the concierge brought something. He said it was delivered from Suhe River to the East Palace, and the East Palace delivered it to the house."
"What did you give?"
Lin Jiayue took the wooden box and opened it, only to see a brand new wooden hairpin inside.
"But it was sent by the Marquis?"
Jiang Xing carefully glanced at Lin Jiayue and saw her covering her face and unable to hold back tears.
She held the wooden hairpin and cried and laughed. She was crazy for a while before she slowly calmed down.
Worried that her mood swings would have an impact on the fetus in her belly, Jiang Xing watched over her with a worried expression.
"I'm fine."
Wiping away her tears, Lin Jiayue said: "It should be from him. I saw him carving these little things in Suhe in the past, and I asked him to carve some for me, but he just refused. Now..."
"It can be considered as fulfilling my old wish."
Lin Jiayue gently pinched the wooden hairpin and put it into the bottom of the makeup box for storage.
"He wouldn't give it to me when I wanted it, but he brought it to me when I didn't want it. It shows that the two of us are indeed destined to be destined to each other."
Even so, Lin Jiayue's face looked much more relieved than before.
After all, she once loved Jiang Xingjian with all her heart and soul, and she also hated him so much that she tossed and turned at night wishing she could eat his flesh and drink his blood. But now, those hates and those loves have disappeared with the passing of that person.
It was enough that the person died and thought about her before he died. She didn't care about the rest and wanted to let herself go.
After gently touching her belly, Lin Jiayue turned to Jiang Xing and said, "Help me find some food. When you are full, you can go with me to find the stewards in the mansion."
After Jiang Xingjian's death, the Chengyang Marquis Mansion suddenly became a land without an owner, and some chaos would surely occur. Jiang's mother is restless, and if she encounters a white-haired person giving a black-haired person another chance, she is afraid she will suffer.
If she and Qingwei don't care, I don't know what will happen in this house.
Gently touching her belly, Lin Jiayue showed a bit of motherly love in her eyes.
For the sake of her children, she will definitely take care of the Chengyang Marquis Mansion, no matter what the cost.
