"It … It was my aunt who asked me to go," Song Qingshu said, mimicking Jia Baoyu's tone and trembling.
Jia Shidao suddenly became silent. He calmly sat down on the chair and said, "Tell me everything that happened today from beginning to end."
"I was at home today when cousin Xue Pan suddenly came to see me. Feng Ziying, Liu Xianglian, and I …" Song Qingshu pretended to be dumb, but he was soon interrupted by Jia Shidao impatiently.
"I know all about it. Start from what happened after you separated."
"Oh." Only then did Song QingShu roughly describe how he followed the eunuch into the palace, was finally led into a palace by a palace maid, and then Li Yuanzhi took the initiative to throw herself into his arms. He completely portrayed himself as a hot-blooded, hot-headed, impulsive youth.
"Humph, what a vicious plan!" Jia Shidao's face twitched as he gnashed his teeth. Even Song QingShu, a person who had traveled to another world, could figure out the conspiracy. Jia Shidao, a powerful minister who had been immersed in politics all his life, could see that someone was up to no good. Moreover, he knew that his sister would never do something so stupid.
Song Qingshu was playing the role of Jia Baoyu, so he didn't want to get himself into trouble by saying too much. So, he shut his mouth and hid in the corner.
Jia Shidao squinted at him and said seriously, "From now on, you stay in the room. You are not allowed to step out of the room without my permission." Then he stood up and walked out.
Song Qingshu wanted to know what he would do next, so he couldn't help but ask, "This time … Will I … die?"
Maybe Song Qingshu's acting was too real. Jia Shidao stared at him with a hint of kindness in his eyes. He thought he should tell him everything, so that he wouldn't do anything irrational at this critical moment because he was too scared. "You are my only son. I won't let anything happen to you. Li Yuanzhi isn't an official concubine yet. Even if she was, I would still keep you safe! "
Jia Shidao's tone was slightly domineering. Song Qingshu clicked his tongue. Jia Shidao was so powerful that even the real Imperial Concubine was fine. However, he soon felt sorry for his brother.
Strictly speaking, Jia Shidao had three sons: Jia Zhu, Jia Baoyu, and Jia Huan. Jia Zhu was the eldest son, but unfortunately, he died young, leaving his wife, Li Wan, a widow at a young age. Jia Huan was the son of a concubine, and he was ugly, so Jia Shidao didn't like him. Everyone in the house knew that. However, no matter how unlikable Jia Huan was, he was still a young master. All the servants and maids still showed respect to him. If those people knew that Jia Shidao didn't care about him at all, Jia Huan's life would be even more difficult.
"I'm going to see some of your uncles now and mobilize everyone's power. It would be best if we could turn this into a small matter, but if we can't …" Jia Shidao paused and continued, "I'll arrange for you to lie low for a while. You should be prepared." He didn't wait for Qin Sheng's response and left in a hurry.
Song Qingshu smiled slightly. Everything was developing as he had expected. All he had to do now was wait for the news. It would definitely take a lot of time for all the forces to fight.
Song Qingshu was grounded in the study by Jia Shidao. He happened to have nothing to do, so he casually looked through the study. He didn't know if Jia Shidao had a good sense of confidentiality or something else, but he didn't find any valuable information in the study.
After throwing a random document back onto the shelf, Song Qingshu couldn't help but yawn. He hadn't slept much recently, and he had been pestered by Li Yuanzhi for a long time in the palace. He was a little sleepy now.
Jia Shidao's study was extremely quiet, and people from the mansion weren't allowed to go near it. So, he didn't have to worry about dealing with the people in the mansion who were familiar with Jia Baoyu. So, he casually lay down on the soft couch and took a nap. It was the calm before the storm, so he had to seize the time to recharge himself and prepare for the unpredictable future.
What happened in the Imperial Palace today was like a sudden clap of thunder. Even though the news was limited to a small circle of people, it still caused an uproar among those who knew about it. The various powers fought over this matter with sparks flying in all directions. On the contrary, the instigator of all this seemed to be completely fine, sleeping soundly in his study.
When Song QingShu woke up, the moon was already high in the sky. He stretched his body and exhaled the turbid air in his chest. He felt refreshed. Now, both his body and mind were in peak condition.
"Grumble, grumble ~" Song Qingshu's stomach rumbled, and he couldn't help but laugh. He had been busy the whole day, and he hadn't eaten anything. He had been called out by Xue Pan early in the morning. He was going to Louwailou to eat and drink, but he had been called to the palace halfway. He had used up a lot of energy in the palace, so he had slept until now.
"Men, prepare a midnight snack for this young master. Bring me anything delicious." It would be a waste not to use Jia Baoyu's identity. Anyway, the Jia Clan was very rich, so Song Qingshu didn't feel bad at all.
"I wanted to bring food to you, young master, but you were sleeping soundly, so I didn't dare to disturb you. But it's been heating up in the pot. I'll bring it to you now, young master." A servant ran in and answered flatteringly.
Song Qingshu frowned and said angrily, "What are you talking about? I want to eat something fresh. Pour it all out and make it again." The food had been heated for a long time, so he didn't know how much nitrite there was in it. Moreover, Jia Shidao had taken so much from the people, so he was doing justice on behalf of the heavens.
"Yes, yes, yes. I'll ask them to make it again right now …" The servant complained in his mind, but he knew that the young man in front of him was the old lady's favorite, so he didn't dare to show it.
Watching the servant leave in a hurry, Song Qingshu was filled with emotion. No wonder so many people chased after power. The taste of power was really irresistible.
Suddenly, Song Qingshu's expression changed. He opened the window and looked into the distance, only to hear faint sounds of fighting and killing coming from somewhere in the mansion.
"What's going on over there?" Song Qingshu seemed to be talking to the air, but he knew very well that there were many hidden guards around Jia Shidao's study.
"It seems that an assassin broke into the mansion. Don't worry, Young Master. The mansion is heavily guarded, and it won't take long to catch that person." A burly figure suddenly walked out of the shadows.
Song Qingshu turned his head and looked at him carefully. He saw that the man was tall, and the most eye-catching thing about him was his beard, which was like steel needles. Obviously, he was a very resolute person.
However, what caught Song Qingshu's attention more was the man's rough hands and the thick calluses between his thumb and index finger.
"An expert with a knife!" Song Qingshu quickly came to a conclusion.
When Song Qingshu was looking at the man, the man was also looking at him. The man was a little surprised that Young Master could hear the noise from so far away. He didn't know if it was a coincidence or something else.
"What's your name?" Song Qingshu asked. Judging from the man's reaction just now, the two of them hadn't met before, so he wasn't afraid of exposing himself.
The man hesitated for a moment, then answered, "Chen Jian."
Song Qingshu continued to ask tentatively, "Are you usually in charge of the safety of the study?"
"Yes." Seeing that Song Qingshu kept asking questions, the man was a little regretful. The reason why he showed up was because he knew what Jia Baoyu had done in the palace. The outside world was in chaos, but Jia Baoyu was still able to sleep peacefully. He admired and was curious about Jia Baoyu's courage.
"Don't worry, Young Master. This place is absolutely safe." After saying that, Chen Jian retreated into the shadows again.
Song Qingshu was deep in thought. In the history of his previous life, Jia Shidao had three main advisors: Weng Yinglong, Liao Yingzhong, and Wang Ting. In addition, there were four lackeys: Pan Wenqing, Ji Ke, Chen Jian, and Xu Qingsun. These were all names recorded in the official history. Obviously, they were the core figures of the Jia Group. The reason why Song Qingshu remembered these names so clearly was because he had seen the historical records of Jia Shidao's downfall. On the eve of his exile, these people drank with Jia Shidao and sang sorrowfully in the rain. After five o 'clock in the morning, they all committed suicide by poison. The tragic and tragic scene of an ambitious man at the end of his road made him sigh.
(Note: In history, it was Liao Yingzhong who drank with Jia Shidao all night and committed suicide by poison in the end. It was slightly changed here.)
This Chen Jian is ranked third among the four lackeys. He must have something extraordinary. I have to be careful in the future. Song Qingshu was vigilant, but his attention quickly returned to the assassin in the residence.
Could it be Zhou Zhiruo, Blue Phoenix, and the others who broke into the Jia Residence at this time?
The more Song Qingshu thought about it, the more likely it was. He couldn't stay in the room anymore. Under the cover of the night, he sneaked out from the other side of the window. Although Jia Shidao's study was surrounded by hidden guards, his attention was mainly focused on preventing enemies from coming in. Moreover, with Song Qingshu's Lightness Skills, he could even pass through the imperial palace, let alone this small garden.
After Wanyan Zhongjie escaped from the building during the day, the more she thought about it, the more unlucky she felt. Especially when she thought about how a man had grabbed her breasts at the door, she was extremely unhappy.
Because of what had happened to her mother, she hated men to the core, let alone physical contact. Later, she found another inn and settled down. She took a few showers, but she still couldn't get rid of that disgusting feeling. In the end, she couldn't stand it anymore, so she sneaked out in the middle of the night to chop off that hateful man's hand.
When she was hiding behind the crowd, she heard Feng Ziying bragging about their families, so she knew that the man was the young master of the Jia Residence. Later on, when he casually inquired about Jia Baoyu in Lin 'an, he found out that Jia Baoyu was a notorious devil incarnate in Lin' an, a lecherous and foppish playboy. Wanyan Zhongjie was even more furious, increasingly feeling that Jia Baoyu was deliberately taking advantage of her.
She went all the way to the Jia Residence angrily, and she directly climbed into it at night. As for Jia Shidao, who was the Privy Emissary, she didn't care at all. After all, Wanyan Liang was so powerful that she dared to assassinate a real lord, let alone the son of a minister in the Southern Song Dynasty, who she looked down on.
However, after entering the residence, she found that she had made a big mistake. The defense in the residence was even stronger than Wanyan Liang's. She was careless, and she was soon discovered. After a few rounds of fighting, although she had killed many experts, she had also suffered some serious injuries. In particular, one of them had counterattacked with a palm before he died, which seemed to have broken a few of her ribs. Every time she circulated her Qi, she felt extreme pain.
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