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The fire at the Jiang Family Ancestral Hall caused quite a stir. In the imperial city, where there were eyes everywhere, many people knew about it, but no one knew the cause of the fire.

But what Jiang Zihan meant by this sentence was clearly that Jiang Wansang was the culprit of the fire in the ancestral hall, and that he almost killed his cousin.

But not only did she not obey the rules and stay at home to reflect on herself, she also ran away and did not go to see her cousin. Instead, she came to Zhenxiu Pavilion to eat delicious food.

If other people heard this, they would probably think that Jiang Wansang was not only ungrateful but also heartless.

Pei Zhanzhou's gaze fell on Jiang Wansang because of these words, but his deep eyes did not reveal contempt or disdain, but rather a bit of scrutiny.

It was obvious that he called the person in because of the other party's seemingly threatening words, but he acted as if it had nothing to do with him, calm and composed, making it difficult to guess what he was thinking.

Jiang Wansang calmly accepted the gazes of the two people, as if she didn't notice anything, and walked straight to the table.

Perhaps it was not yet lunchtime, or perhaps Pei Zhanzhou did not come to Zhenxiu Pavilion for the purpose of eating, so the food on the table could not be considered a full meal at all.

After a few days of eating vegetable porridge and no breakfast, Jiang Wansang was already feeling a bit hungry. She immediately ordered, "Zheliu, have the waiter bring a few of the signature dishes from the Treasure Pavilion, and also get some extra bowls and chopsticks."

She looked so casual, as if she was the one who was treating the guests.

Jiang Zihan was stunned by the way she ignored him.

Shouldn't she have felt humiliated after hearing what she said, and quickly went back to apologize to her cousin, and then returned to Tingsang Pavilion to reflect on her mistakes?

Jiang Zihan didn't understand for a moment, and his eyes happened to fall on Pei Zhanzhou, who had never spoken, but he saw that his eyes were always on Jiang Wansang.

For some reason, her heart suddenly skipped a beat and she felt inexplicably anxious.

She quickly spoke, "Jiang Wansang, the Imperial Preceptor helped you once in the palace, and a few days ago he had someone rescue you from the ancestral hall. Whatever you did for the Imperial Preceptor before, he has already repaid you."

"I understand that you've lived in the inner chambers since you were little, and you like to calculate everything very carefully. Unlike us, children of the Jianghu, we never repay favors with small intentions."

She raised her chin proudly, seeming to be disdainful of Jiang Wansang's actions.

Jiang Wansang, who had originally wanted to ignore her, couldn't help but look up at her after hearing this. "You're not going to be ungrateful? Ha, you're quite noble."

She snorted coldly, "Everyone outside is saying that Imperial Preceptor Pei, who is cold and distant even to the Emperor, is particularly fond of you, Jiang Zihan. Could it be that Imperial Preceptor Pei spread this news himself?"

Jiang Zihan was stunned by the retort and subconsciously turned to look at Pei Zhanzhou.

The latter's expression remained calm, as if the content of the conversation between the two people had nothing to do with him. He was also leisurely swinging the teacup in his hand, exuding an indifference that kept people at a distance.

Like a spectator, knowing everything but staying out of it.

No one could tell what he was thinking at the moment. Even Jiang Zihan, who was known as "the only special one", couldn't understand his thoughts and felt nervous.

"I didn't spread that." She explained subconsciously.

She never said anything like "Pei Zhanzhou favors me very much".

But when others said that Pei Zhanzhou was cold and ruthless, she said, "I don't think the State Master is as cold as you say. He is actually quite easy to get along with. Although he doesn't talk much, he is very friendly. When he saw that a woman like me was coming home late, he even arranged a carriage to take me back."

She was telling the truth.

That was when she had just returned to the Jiang family. It was her first time seeing the prosperity of the imperial city, and she accidentally stayed out too late. She happened to meet Pei Zhanzhou who was returning from outside the city. When he heard her name, he took the initiative to order someone to send her back to the prime minister's residence.

She didn't mention this matter deliberately, but when others asked about it out of curiosity, she didn't hide it.

Pei Zhanzhou still had no reaction. In response to Jiang Zihan's explanation, he just said "hmm" lightly, but his eyes swept over Jiang Wansang at an extremely fast speed.

Although his attitude was cold, he always looked down on everyone as if they were ants, so this "hmm" was considered a special care.

Jiang Zihan also knew this, so he secretly breathed a sigh of relief. He then looked at Jiang Wansang with a hint of pride, "The Imperial Master has a kind heart, but I would never ask him to do anything for me just because he's kind."

"Jiang Wansang, you are my sister in name only. I hope you won't learn the underhanded tactics of those women in the inner chambers. You should be more upright and honest in your conduct."

Jiang Wansang replied, "Hehe."

She is indeed "above board".

On the surface, she didn't ask Pei Zhanzhou to do anything for her. In fact, whether she was in the prime minister's residence or in the palace, or was valued by other noble families in the imperial city, and thus received more or less benefits, it was actually because she was "favored by the state teacher."

But Jiang Zihan herself obviously didn't think so. She just thought that Jiang Wansang was just being petty like an ordinary woman, and was about to lecture her.

"Jiang Wansang, get out here!"

Suddenly, there was a roar at the door. The voice seemed familiar, but Jiang Wansang couldn't remember who it was.

If you can’t remember, don’t think about it.

Jiang Wansang knew not to cause trouble for herself, and leisurely picked up a piece of pastry that looked very appetizing.

Just as she was about to put the cake into her mouth, the voice rang out again: "Jiang Wansang, if you don't come out, I will kill you, my maidservant! They haven't had meat for a long time, so it's a good opportunity for them to try you, my maidservant..."

"Oh!"

The sound of a door being kicked instantly drew everyone's attention to the third floor, and Jiang Wansang's figure also appeared in front of the wooden railing.

At a glance, she saw that Zheliu's cheeks were swollen and her hair was messy as she was being held by the back of the collar.

The person who caught her was Jiang Mingzhi, who was seriously ill in bed.

Seeing Jiang Wansang coming out, Zhe Liu panicked, "Miss, hurry up, the young master has brought many people to guard the gate, and they have ropes!"

It's all her fault. If she had seen the young master earlier and hidden herself away sooner, the young lady wouldn't have been discovered here, let alone been caught and used as a hostage to force her out.

Jiang Wansang could tell that the little girl was reminding him not to run out of the gate. He stared at Jiang Mingzhi with cold eyes, as if he were looking at a dead man, "You're looking for death!"

She supported herself on the wooden railing with one hand, exerted a little force with her toes, and easily jumped over the railing with her foot. Her movements were smooth and her posture was dashing.

Everyone watched in shock as she jumped from the third floor without any external help and landed steadily in the hall.

The huge Treasure House was so quiet that the only sound seemed to be the sound of people gasping for air.

On the third floor, in front of the wooden fence.

Pei Zhanzhou came out at some point, his palm gently caressing the place where Jiang Wansang had just passed. His dark eyes were so deep that it was difficult to understand.

Such skills...

Who is she?