Chapter 688: Chapter 211 Taking Action_4
Jiang Bingji sensed that sothing was amiss and was about to cry, but Madam Jiang the Elder comforted him a few words, and he quieted down. Exhausted from crying, he soon fell asleep. Madam Jiang the Elder then handed him over to the nanny and asked her to take him to the inner room to sleep.
Jiang Youyao also sat in the room, her one eye wrapped in a white bandage, so that the servants would not be too frightened by her face. However, her other intact eye was also dull, and she sat stupidly in her chair without saying a word.
Lady Lu was sowhat afraid. Although she no longer disliked Jiang Youyao as before, she still couldn’t grow close to her. Seeing Jiang Youyao in such a state, she felt even more creeped out and stayed closer to Jiang Li.
“Where are Father and Second Uncle?” Jiang Li asked, not seeing Jiang Yuanbai and Jiang Yuanping.
“They’ve gone out and are not in the residence. But your Second Uncle said that our residence is safe and nothing will happen, so Xiao Li, don’t worry,” Lady Lu said with a smile. Yet, although she spoke these words, her tone betrayed a hint of panic. Jiang Li knew that the people in Yanjing City hadn’t experienced war in many years, but having heard of what Prince Cheng did in Huangzhou City, they were more or less afraid.
Jiang Li said, “I think General Zhaode will take care of everything.”
Her words were not false, for if Yin Zhan really had pressing concerns about letting Yin Zhili co to the Jiang Family for these matters, he wouldn’t have ti to worry about such things. It was evident that Prince Cheng wasn’t much of a threat to him. Jiang Li also saw clearly that Jih Heng didn’t show much fear of Prince Cheng but was quite serious when it ca to General Zhaode.
It seed that tonight, Yanjing City would be very peaceful, and Yin Zhan would win over many people’s hearts in his battle against Prince Cheng. But now, inside the city, they couldn’t hear what was happening outside. Yet, the maids and male servants were whispering at the door, looking lost and afraid.
Jiang Jingrui asked Jiang Li, “Why aren’t you afraid at all?”
“Second Aunt already said there won’t be anything wrong. Moreover, His Majesty specially summoned General Zhaode back to the capital to deal with Prince Cheng,” she replied.
“Ah, I heard that General Zhaode also accumulated a lot of military rits in the past.” Speaking of Yin Zhan, Jiang Jingrui seed quite interested. He said, “I wonder if Senior Yin will also beco a general soday.”
He affectionately called Yin Zhili “Senior Yin,” seemingly seeing nothing wrong with that. Jiang Li heard this and inwardly disagreed—just because a general had a son didn’t an the son would also be a general. Jih Heng’s father was the Jinwu General, and after all these years, she hadn’t seen Jih Heng take up a spear. The Tiger Talisman of the Jinwu General had not been found to this day. Jiang Li pondered, could it be that Jih Heng was hiding a trump card, claiming that the troops of the Jinwu General were useless but actually were not, waiting for the day to confront Yin Zhan and then making a sudden appearance?
But such a move would certainly arouse Emperor Hongxiao’s suspicions. Jiang Li’s mind was filled with such wild thoughts. The room gradually beca quiet, without conversation. Everyone’s expression was serious, ti passing in this fashion. They couldn’t be sure whether the enemy would break through the city gates at any mont and begin a massacre in Yanjing City; no one could guarantee survival through the night, so naturally there was no mood for laughter. Even the maids and male servants outside had fallen silent, each one looking up at the courtyard sky, guessing every possible situation that might occur outside.
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Inside the Duke Residence, things were business as usual. No one was specifically congregated in one place, and not all the guards of the residence were mobilized. The only thing was Old General Jih went for a stroll in the study, walked over to the gold-colored armor, caressed it fondly, and then headed to the wall lined with weapons. He found a long saber, took it out, and carried over a stool to sit in the courtyard. The long saber, long unused, had begun to rust. Rolling up his sleeves, he sat down in the courtyard to sharpen the blade.
Under the dark night sky, such a silver-haired elder sitting in the courtyard, slowly sharpening his blade, making a sound that could set one’s teeth on edge—if soone walked by, they would probably be terrified. But the servants of the Duke Residence were used to it and thought nothing of it. However, the mynah bird hanging under the eaves didn’t say its usual pretty words tonight; it fluttered restlessly inside its cage, seemingly anxious.
The young man known as Ah Zhao also woke up startled in the middle of the night.
From outside the residence, the commotion of people could faintly be heard. He fumbled for the fire striker on the bedside cabinet, lit the oil lamp, and saw what seed like a shadow outside the room. Ah Zhao froze for a mont and unsurely called out, “Doctor Situ?”
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