Song Dalao personally escorted Chen Xiang out of the corner gate, and indeed saw a few Jin Yiwei wearing Feiyu attire, equipped with embroidered spring knives, and full of murderous aura standing outside the door, momentarily taken aback.

  Brocade guards, he had seen them before, but looking at this formation, these brocade guards today had actually seen blood... What was happening in the capital that made the embroidered spring knife of the brocade guard bloody in the middle of the night?

  He was secretly surging in his heart, but his face didn't reveal anything. He cupped his hands to see Chen Xiang off at the door: "Today's hospitality is not good enough, we haven't even had two cups of wine together, remember to come often next time."

  Chen Xiang's eyes had already turned gloomy, his sunken eyes were somewhat frightening, but his face was even more calm, and he also bowed to Song Ren to apologize: "Tonight's unannounced visit has already disturbed Auntie and Brother, now again... Next time I come to invite you, I will definitely make amends with Brother."

  Song Ren smiled and nodded, watching as the gatekeeper led Chen Xiang's horse over, seeing off the group of people rushing away. He turned his head and sternly instructed the gatekeeper: "Be extremely careful, guard the entrance well!"

  He rushed all the way to the flower hall, and saw that Old Lady Song and Song Chuyi were still there. Without saying anything else, he furrowed his brow and said: "Mother, I think something is not quite right. Those Jin Yiwei who came to find Chen Xiang seem to have been in a fight with someone. Their clothes even had blood on them..."

  Mrs. Song instinctively grasped Song Chuyi's soft hand, her eyes fixed intently on the lamp for a moment before she coldly laughed and said, "The weather is finally going to change."

  After so much thunder and lightning, it can't always be loud thunder but small raindrops, it's time to see some real action.

  Just as Song Daren was about to say something, he heard someone outside calling out "Young Master" in unison. Immediately following that, Song Jue, dressed in the uniform of the Feathered Forest Guard, rushed in hastily and said in a low voice: "There's a fierce fight going on outside Desheng Gate... could it be because of that Imperial Censor?"

  He casually picked up a cup of tea and drank it all in one gulp, then added: "It was deliberately chosen on the day when Grandfather and Prime Minister stayed up all night. At this time, wanting to enter the city is likely to fall into Xingfu's hands...... But later someone hijacked the way, who killed the deer is still unknown now. Our Yu Lin Wei people can't get involved, and the Jin Yi Wei people have already rushed over."

  Chen Gong Lao and Zhen Nan Wang Fu both desperately want this Yu Shi, but the hijackers don't know which side they are on. They were able to snatch people from the Jin Yi Wei's hands and even succeeded, it seems that whether it is Chen Gong Lao or Zhen Nan Wang Fu, their strength is far more than what appears on the surface.

  "I'm afraid the curfew will be imposed soon!" Song Chuyi followed closely behind Song Jue's words: "Xingfu and Chen Xiang will absolutely not spare any more thoughts on secret letters now, that imperial censor is either dead or in their own hands, they won't let him defect to any side, they'll definitely search the whole city. Our family mustn't get involved."

  The crown prince's body doesn't know how much longer it can hold on, and the young master is after all someone she doesn't know about his future. She can temporarily get close to them, but absolutely cannot put all her eggs in their basket.

  Chen Ge Lao was already pushed by her and had no choice, Zhen Nan Wang Fu naturally had a stance because of Rong Cheng Gong Zhu, but the Song family is different.

  They, the Song family, could have been safe and sound as loyal subjects to the Emperor, there was no need for them to get involved in these court struggles. This time, relying on the Crown Prince is just a temporary measure.

  Don't put all your eggs in one basket. After decades of baptism in the imperial palace, Song Chuyi deeply understood this truth.

  Old Lady Song went to see Old Master Song, and Old Master Song immediately ordered his son: "Tell the servants to guard the gate well and strictly forbid them from going around visiting relatives and inquiring about news under the banner of the Bo Mansion!"

  Song Jue immediately responded, and in a low voice said to the old master: "Mother's place..." He looked at Song Chuyi and said decisively: "Absolutely cannot make any more trouble again."

  Mr. Song nodded and bowed to Old Lady Song before taking his leave: "I'll go tell her myself, lest she gets confused again and does something foolish."

  Outside, these men all know the severity of the situation and will not easily make mistakes. However, the women trapped in the inner house are not necessarily so; if they are not careful and reveal something under someone's deliberate questioning due to grievances in their hearts, it is truly unavoidable.

  Mrs. Song nodded heavily and warned, "If there's something to say, say it properly. If you rush into an argument, she won't listen to your reasoning at all, and it will only make things worse."

  Mr. Song nodded in agreement and then reminded his son: "Go back and do your job well, you can know what you should know, but don't ask about things that you shouldn't ask."

  "Don't worry, Father. I know all about it. The rest of the Imperial Guards have all returned home today; they wouldn't dare to come after me." Song Jue respectfully saw his father out the door, then turned back and looked at Song Chuyi with a deep sigh: "This time, it's Mother and the Empress who owe you an apology..."

  Song Chuyi waved her hand and pushed him out: "Don't worry, do you still need to tell me these reasons? I'm already clear about it in my heart."

  Song Jue let out a sigh of relief, patted Song Chuyi's head, and wanted to say something more, but ultimately didn't say anything, scratched his head, turned around, and plunged into the night.

  "Come here, little one." Old Lady Song beckoned her to come closer, still feeling a chill in her heart: "Chen Xiang is a ruthless and cunning person, he personally beheaded the Emperor's brother back then. If this time he really gets his hands on that imperial censor, that censor will definitely not be able to speak again...... Then the secret letter in our hands will become extremely important."

  In that case, if they don't give in to Xing Fu and Chen Xiang, they might suffer a crazy counterattack. But if they do give in to the crown prince, then the Song family will never be able to pretend to remain neutral again.

  "Don't worry, Grandma." Song Chuyi watched as the maids lit the lanterns and personally helped Old Lady Song to her feet. Her voice was calm and quiet: "Although Chen Xiang and Xing Fu are formidable, the Crown Prince has also been operating for many years and has a deep foundation. The Chen and Ye families will also cling to this imperial censor and not let go. Who wins or loses is still unknown. Even if things really reach the worst point, I have a way to ensure that the secret letter is not sent out through our hands."

  At least on the surface, they absolutely won't have any relations with the Song family and will be sent away------but if it's just like this, then inevitably they'll owe Ye Jingchuan or Zhou Weizhao a favor again. Who knows whether Zhou Weizhao, that crafty person, will hold a grudge because of this?

  The wind suddenly picked up, blowing the petals next to them down with a rustling sound, and soon even their hair was covered in them. Old Lady Song tightened her clothes and pulled Song Chuyi along, walking even faster.