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Song Jinglan said calmly, "It's just that Young Master He had some dirt on his face just now."

Although he really wanted to find out whether He Wu was a man or a woman today, seeing that the man was now on guard, he couldn't force him.

"Thank you for healing my wounds, Young Master He."

Song Jinglan was not in a hurry. He picked up the robe next to him and put it on quite neatly, showing no signs of weakness as before.

This scene made Jiang Yuyue clench her fists involuntarily. It seemed that Song Jinglan... had been putting on an act for her from the very beginning!

"It's just a small favor, no need to thank me."

Jiang Yuyue's expression was somewhat stiff. "But in the future, there's no need to make a special trip here for such minor injuries. Besides, this place is full of sick people, so General, be careful not to catch any illness."

Upon hearing this, Song Jinglan gave her a meaningful look before walking out.

Only after Song Jinglan had walked away did Jiang Yuyue's regret become fully apparent.

Just now, she was so concerned that she failed to notice that Song Jinglan's actions today were full of loopholes. Putting aside the fact that he was an emperor, why would he run to her if he was injured? Moreover, he was clearly in good health and only suffered a minor injury. She didn't even realize that he was pretending to be unconscious!

This person is far too cunning... Shuozhou must not be allowed to remain!

When Song Jinglan returned to the military camp, Jiang Feili immediately smelled the medicine on him and knew where he had just gone.

"You still don't give up?"

Jiang Feili clicked his tongue and said, "It seems that He Wu's medical skills are really good, which is why you have gone there time and time again. It seems that I really need to learn from him."

"You should learn from him."

Song Jinglan seemed to be in a good mood and unusually replied to him. Just as he finished speaking, Feng Ling brought Yu Jizhi in.

"His Majesty."

Feng Ling bowed and said, "This person is a spineless coward; he vomited everything up in no time."

Yu Jizhi had clearly suffered a lot; he had only a few teeth left, and his face was still bruised and swollen. If you didn't look closely, you wouldn't recognize him.

"Your Majesty, spare your life! Your Majesty, spare your life!"

His hands were tied behind his back, and he was kowtowing repeatedly to Song Jinglan in an extremely comical posture, saying, "I admit to everything! It's all Prince Ding's doing! He's the one who made me do this!"

“The Prince of Ding granted me military power. First, he ordered me to smuggle plague-infected Nanzhao people into the city. Then, he ordered me to find an opportunity to collude with the Nanzhao people to kill you on the battlefield. These were all things he ordered me to do!”

Song Jinglan was not surprised by what he said. His well-defined fingers tapped lightly on the armrest of the chair, producing a muffled sound that made one's heart pound.

"Where's the evidence?"

Song Jinglan turned her gaze to him, "Since you say that Prince Ding ordered it, do you have any evidence?"

"Yes, yes, yes!"

Yu Jizhi nodded vigorously, “The Prince of Ding’s letters are all in my humble home!”

With a single glance from Song Jinglan, Feng Ling immediately understood, grabbed him and left the command tent to find evidence of Prince Ding's treason.

"You really won beautifully this time."

Jiang Feili couldn't help but exclaim in admiration, "I just didn't expect Song Chengyan to have accomplished this so quietly. What do you plan to do with him when you get back?"

“He was determined to die, so naturally I had to grant him his wish.”

Song Jinglan's tone was cold, causing Jiang Feili, who was standing next to her, to become more serious.

They were close, so it was a rare sight to see Song Jinglan display such imperial majesty.

"Now that we've won, you should return to the capital to take charge of the overall situation as soon as possible. There's no reason for you to stay in Shuozhou any longer."

Jiang Feili scrutinized his expression. "When do you plan to return to the capital?"

"Not urgent."

Song Jinglan touched the wound on her right arm. "There's still one thing I haven't done."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Feili couldn't help but purse her lips, thinking it must be because of He Wu again.

Since Song Jinglan left, Jiang Yuyue was both anxious and annoyed. Although Song Jinglan hadn't found any real weaknesses, these few encounters had put her in a rather unfavorable situation, and she had to leave this place as soon as possible.

Jiang Yuyue didn't sleep well that night either. She woke up at the crack of dawn the next day and went out to find Hongying already helping to brew the medicine.

Good morning, young master.

As usual, Hongying greeted her, but then she remembered the beautiful scene she had witnessed last night, and her cheeks involuntarily flushed red. She quickly looked away.

This...this misunderstanding seems a bit big...

Jiang Yuyue's expression was slightly embarrassed, but she couldn't really explain anything about it. She just smiled nonchalantly and then got back to work.

Once the busy period here came to an end, Jiang Yuyue hurriedly headed to Guangyi Hall, where she heard cheers from the people of Shuozhou along the way.

"Nanzhao has been defeated! Nanzhao has been defeated!"

"The Nanzhao people have withdrawn their troops and said they would cede the city to us!"

"Our Emperor is truly wise and mighty!"

"..."

Did Song Jinglan win?

Upon hearing the news, Jiang Yuyue wasn't particularly surprised; in fact, it would have been strange if Song Jinglan had lost. However, the news did reassure her somewhat.

The defeat of Nanzhao not only means that the people of Shuozhou can enjoy peace, but more importantly, Song Jinglan will soon return to the capital. Once he returns to the capital, he will not have the time to test his identity.

As for the plague in Shuozhou, thanks to the hard work of her and the doctor by Song Jinglan's side these past few days, most of the people infected with the plague have gradually recovered. Even now that she's gone, the Shuozhou government should be able to handle it.

It's best to get away from Shuozhou, this place of trouble, as soon as possible.

Upon returning to Guangyi Hall, Jiang Yuyue immediately informed her maternal grandfather, Shen Congshan, of her decision to return to Jinling.

"You're leaving today?"

Shen Congshan frowned. "Why the rush? Could something have happened in Jinling?"

"Grandfather, rest assured, everything is fine in Jinling, it's just that..."

Jiang Yuyue naturally couldn't directly say that she wanted to avoid Song Jinglan, so she looked at Jiang Qimo who was standing to the side and used him as an excuse.

"We've been away for so long, Mo'er must be missing his uncle. We should head back now."

"I don't miss my uncle that much."

Jiang Qimo blinked and bluntly exposed his mistake, "I like Grandpa! I want to spend a few more days with Grandpa!"

"Oh dear! Good child!"

Shen Congshan was overjoyed upon hearing this. He hugged Jiang Qimo and kissed him, then looked at Jiang Yuyue and said, "It's not easy for the child to come all this way. Grandfather is getting old and we don't know how much longer he has to live. Although you've been here for a while, a day or two won't make a difference. How about staying in Shuozhou for another three days?"

To be honest, Jiang Yuyue really wanted to get away from Song Jinglan as soon as possible, but she couldn't say no to her maternal grandfather's request. After sighing, she finally agreed reluctantly.

"Then so be it. We'll return to Jinling in three days."