Transmigrated into a seven-year-old child, my fate is in my own hands, not in the heavens.

Upon hearing Zhao Lian say that she did not recognize the man in the portrait, Song Wenjie was immediately disappointed and put the scroll away.

Let's put this matter aside for now; I don't have time to deal with it right now. The most urgent thing is to find out what crime my father committed and where he's being held.

Song Wenjie stuffed the scroll into his robes and looked at Zhao Lian with a scrutinizing expression: "Miss, you know kung fu, may I ask where you learned it?"

Zhao Lian crossed her arms, raised an eyebrow and said self-deprecatingly, "What, can't you learn without a teacher? I figured it out myself, I didn't have a master."

"Besides, I haven't committed any crime. Why are you interrogating me like a criminal, General? Furthermore, even if I had committed a crime, it's not your place to interrogate me, is it?" Song Wenjie was speechless after hearing this question.

Song Wenjie clasped his hands in a fist and said, "I was in a hurry and offended you, young lady. I apologize for the offense. Farewell."

I don't know how my father is doing right now, and I need to deal with that urgently. I don't have time to waste here.

Zhao Lian blocked his way: "Hehe, you want to leave? Not so easy. You'll have to ask me if I'm willing."

Song Wenjie pursed his lips and frowned: "What does that girl want?"

"What do you not want? Since you've asked me two questions, I have to ask you one too."

Song Wenjie's lips twitched: "Is it absolutely necessary to answer?"

"You don't have to answer, but don't think you can leave so easily."

Song Wenjie smirked: "Girl, don't be fooled by your kung fu skills. If I want to leave, you really can't stop me!"

Zhao Lian laughed in exasperation: "Then let's give it a try!"

Song Wenjie's lips curled up, and he moved. Zhao Lian had already anticipated this move and immediately threw a punch.

Feeling a gust of wind behind his head, Song Wenjie immediately dodged to the side. Before he could make a further move, Zhao Lian swiftly unleashed several attacks with her right hand.

The speed of the moves surprised Song Wenjie, who immediately dared not underestimate them.

After exchanging a few simple blows, Song Wenjie launched an attack.

Unexpectedly, the girl in front of him was agile despite carrying a basket on her back, constantly parrying and countering his moves, and he didn't gain the slightest advantage.

The two fought for several rounds, and it was difficult to determine a winner. Suddenly, Song Wenjie withdrew his fist and jumped two meters away: "A good man doesn't fight with a woman. Miss, we have no grudges against each other, so let's end our sparring here today."

Zhao Lian raised an eyebrow: "How about it? Scared?"

Although Zhao Lian said that, she wasn't confident she could win if the fight continued.

Moreover, she clearly sensed that the other party had been telling her to stop while she was ahead.

"Miss, I have other matters to attend to and cannot keep you company any longer. I must take my leave now!" Song Wenjie said, clasping his hands in a fist salute, and then turned to leave.

"Hey, stop right there!" Zhao Lian called out to him immediately.

Song Wenjie said with a serious expression, "Miss, I really have urgent business to attend to and cannot keep you company today."

Looking at Song Wenjie, Zhao Lian suddenly had a thought.

Could this guy in front of me be my godfather's son? The thought had barely crossed Zhao Lian's mind when she immediately dismissed it.

Impossible, absolutely impossible!

I had heard my godfather mention before that his son was studying in the capital and had even passed the imperial examination at the lowest level.

The scholar and the general are completely unrelated; it's impossible for them to be connected!

However, thinking that if his godfather really went to jail, perhaps this general could help, and judging from his words, he seemed to care about his godfather.

Zhao Lian blurted out instinctively, "General, please wait. Do you know Prefect Song?"

Song Wenjie stopped and slowly turned around, a smile flashing in his eyes before disappearing in an instant: "I know him, we're quite familiar. I've known him for over 20 years."

Zhao Lian didn't think too much about it and was overjoyed: "That's great! Since you've known each other for over 20 years, you're old friends."

My old friend is in trouble, do you have any way to help him?

Song Wenjie pursed his lips: "That depends on what it is!"

The current emperor is only interested in women and neglects state affairs. He has no say in important matters because the Empress Dowager holds the power.

During this time, Eunuch Gao secretly left the palace and has not returned yet. Moreover, the Empress Dowager is unpredictable. If you are targeted by the Empress Dowager, you will be severely injured, if not killed.

Zhao Lian's eyes flickered slightly: "To be honest, Prefect Song is my godfather. If he gets beheaded, I will definitely break him out of prison. I hope you won't get in my way."

It turned out that the girl in front of him was Zhao Lian, his god-sister.

Song Wenjie immediately chuckled: "So you're Zhao Lian, aren't you?"

Zhao Lian's jaw dropped in astonishment: "How did you know? Could it be that you're my godfather's son? Is your name Song, or something like that?"

"Song Wenjie!" Song Wenjie quickly corrected him, looking speechless.

I received a letter from my father before, saying that he had adopted a goddaughter named Zhaolian. He praised Zhaolian a lot in the letter, saying that she was smart and capable.

Seeing you today, it seems you really have some skills; no wonder you made your parents so happy.

Zhao Lian was overjoyed: "Hehe, that's great! Turns out we're all on the same side. It really is true that we became friends after a fight! Godfather said you passed the imperial examination and became a scholar. When did you become a general?"

"Come on, let's find a place to discuss this further. Also, I have something else to tell you. It's related to the person in your portrait, and it might even be connected to my godfather's matter."

Song Wenjie was immediately uneasy when Zhao Lian said such a thing.

Could it be that what the Third Prince told me was true? If my father was really involved, then this matter would be difficult to handle.

Song Wenjie took Zhao Lian to a teahouse and asked for a private room facing the street.

Zhao Lian stopped hiding anything and told everyone she knew, including the news of Eunuch Gao's death.

Song Wenjie's feelings at this moment can only be described as shock; he never expected that this was actually true.

Moreover, Zhao Lian even killed Eunuch Gao, which made things difficult. However, Song Wenjie was somewhat relieved to learn that no one knew about this.

"What should we do now?" Zhao Lian was worried.

Song Wenjie frowned: "Okay, you take care of your business first, and I'll go and find out more information." After discussing it for a while, the two left separately.

Hengnan Prefecture is 200 li away from the capital. After parting ways with Zhaolian, Song Wenjie rode at full speed and arrived in the capital at midnight.

Upon arriving at the Prince's residence, Song Wenjie didn't delay any longer and immediately knocked on the door.

The gatekeeper let Song Wenjie in and then went to invite Steward Wu. Hearing that the General had arrived, Steward Wu dared not be negligent in the slightest and told him to wait in the main hall while he went to invite the Prince.

The Third Prince Zhu Yuanzhang was woken from his sleep and immediately looked displeased: "Steward Wu, how many times have I told you not to disturb me when I'm sleeping? It seems you've taken my words to heart."

Steward Wu said in a panic, "Your Highness, I dare not. General Dingchao has arrived and says he has urgent business with you. He is waiting for you in the main hall right now!"

Upon hearing that Song Wenjie had arrived, the Third Prince was instantly wide awake. He quickly sat up and hurriedly dressed, exclaiming, "Oh dear, why didn't you say so sooner?"

Steward Wu was speechless; this prince could change his mind faster than turning the pages of a book.