Chapter 325: That silent, taciturn child—how innocent he is?

"You still have a future, I'm old." Ningguang's eyes turned slightly red; every move of these children infected her.

She thought she would only ever have three disciples in her lifetime, but looking at the children before her, they were also her students, forever!

"Ningguang, the Wang Fu still needs you."

Kang Nai Xin's usually cold little face had lost its thoughtful expression; the situation had come to this point, she no longer needed to scheme, to plot, to make any arrangements.

Today everything amounted to just one word: "just!"

"We are students of Chun Hua Xue Yuan."

"Our dean is Jiang Yun Chu."

"We can never retreat, for behind us lies faith, a harbor."

At this moment, Kang Zhi Chun stepped forward, his warm, moist voice sounding like thunder from war drums.

One beat, one beat, striking people's hearts.

"Open the gate!"

Ning Hanmo turned his head, standing inside the gate, his face solemn; the heavy Wang Fu door was opened a little, the "creak" sounding as if it echoed in everyone's hearts.

Those outside hadn't expected it either—three days had passed, and this door actually opened on one day.

Those inside, Ning Hanmo led the way, followed behind him by Zhang Cunwen, Han Wen Jun, and Ning Qiancheng.

Behind the three, followed Kang Zhi Xia, Kang Wen, and Kang Wu.

Then came four young women, each face without anger or resentment, their eyes scanning down over the people below one by one.

"Mr. Ningguang, leave it to them."

Zi Su looked at the boy standing at the front, and the two little ones secretly following behind; the corner of her mouth twitched up, her eyes curved, and she softly said, "They've grown up."

Last year's events seemed like a lifetime ago.

Princess Consort, you have changed so many people, but where are you now?

Ningguang's otherworldly heart was suddenly infected, swelling and sour, carrying a hint of detachment she herself hadn't noticed.

"Princess Consort!"

Ten li outside the city, in the farewell pavilion, a man dressed all in black clasped his hands and knelt on one knee.

Jiang Yun Chu looked at the person before her—this was the one who guarded the city gate, the one who held the token of the emperor's maternal uncle.

"Who are you?"

Back then she had wanted to ask, but she hadn't expected to meet him here in the farewell pavilion.

"Fang Zi Lun."

"Fang Zi Lun?"

Jiang Yun Chu's eyes narrowed slightly; the name felt oddly familiar, impressions flooding in—"Are you the Chief of the Imperial Guard, Fang Zi Lun?"

It really was him!

The emperor's maternal uncle's confidant must be trustworthy, yet he appears here—capital… something has happened!

Upon thinking this, her eyes widened instantly, then she asked, "What happened in the capital? How are the children?"

Everyone has roots, except her children.

Before she left, she had told the emperor's maternal uncle, no matter what, she must protect her children!

Not a single one can be missing.

"Princess Consort, please stay calm; the children are fine for now, but the situation is urgent—His Majesty cannot appear, and the outlook is not optimistic."

Fang Zi Lun was meeting the Princess Consort for the first time, yet her composure and wisdom left a deep impression on him with her very first question.

"Speak."

Jiang Yun Chu swung onto her horse, looked at Fang Zi Lun, and added, "We'll talk on the road."

Her children were in trouble—how could she calmly listen to the end?

"Master Jia lost the defense map, Lady Jia's identity was investigated and found to be Southern Barbarian; fifteen years ago she infiltrated Ningdu, plotted to marry Master Jia, and over the years has been sending out Ning's secret messages."

Fang Zi Lun's words made Jiang Yun Chu's heart skip.

The weeping woman, the woman holding a child and crying—she…

She had deceived even her own eyes—people cannot be judged by appearance.

"Is the situation true?" As soon as she heard it, she already knew—it was true.

Yet she instinctively refused to believe, did not want to believe—that silent, taciturn child, how innocent he is!

"It's true!"

"Master Jia and his wife have already confessed."

Fang Zi Lun paused, but still told the truth.

The situation is true, but the actual circumstances are known only to His Majesty; outside, there is still no conclusion, His Majesty is waiting, waiting for her to return to stabilize the situation.

He is also waiting, wondering how to save Jia Chuan's child.

"I understand, what does His Majesty mean?" As she asked this, she turned to look at Fang Zi Lun, wanting to see his expression.

After such a major incident, she trusts the emperor's maternal uncle, but she does not trust someone she has just met for the first time.

Fang Zi Lun chuckled, as if the prince had married a very, very good princess consort.

"Princess Consort, rest assured—if the prince is at his wit's end, and only one person in the world wishes to protect him, that person is surely me!"

"I am willing to trade my life for his."

For his life was originally saved by the prince!

Jiang Yun Chu gave a light laugh, "I don't trust anyone, especially someone I've just met—words, expressions, emotions can all be deceitful."

"Let the facts speak!"

"Giddup!"

She lightly squeezed the belly of the flaming horse, then went around the Regent Prince's Manor, entered a civilian house, climbed over it, and entered a green bamboo grove.

Never expected that returning to the Wang Fu would be this way.

Jiang Yun Chu lightly curled her lips, her lightness skill under her feet never ceased for a moment.

She removed her dirty clothes, to save time she merely washed her hair and changed into a fresh set of clothes.

Zi Su and Bai Zhi were not in the courtyard, but guards were stationed outside; she evaded everyone, entered the courtyard, and gripped a dagger in her hand.

Then she walked out from the Rhyme Courtyard.

"Princess Consort!"

Each guard, each rough servant maid, upon seeing the person walk out from inside, all bowed.

With such a commotion outside, has the Princess Consort been in the courtyard all along?

Jiang Yun Chu ignored those people, her steps hurried, she walked out from the rear courtyard.

"Hand over Jia Chuan, hand over Jia Chuan, hand over Jia Chuan!"

A man with a mole on his nose raised his arm and shouted loudly; those who knew understood he wanted a person, while those who didn't thought Jia Chuan was his father's enemy.

Ning Hanmo narrowed his eyes, "If the holy verdict hasn't been issued, aren't you afraid of arresting the wrong person?"

"Jia dog has already been arrested, that traitor has also been taken away; by what right does this bastard live comfortably here?"

"We can't even get a meal; by what right can he stay here?"

"Catch him and claim the reward!"

In a moment, the civilians outside who had regained a little calm instantly became emotionally agitated.

They can't even get a meal; by what right can the son of a traitor stay alive?

"Mongrel!"

"Traitor!"

"Kill him!"

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