However, gradually, the joy on Jiang Shangheng’s face faded, his brow furrowing. Finally, he pulled out a red paper package from the middle of a stack of letters. After opening the red package, he trembled with anger.
Gu Qingtong hurried forward and grabbed his arm: “Shangheng, what’s wrong?”
“Qingqing, what did my father and stepmother say to you before you left?” Jiang Shangheng did not answer her question, but instead asked her loudly.
Gu Qingtong thought for a moment and told the truth.
Jiang Shangheng was about to speak when suddenly someone burst through the door: “Young Master!”
“What is it?” Jiang Shangheng saw him, his heart on high alert, but still managed to ask calmly.
“The two sons of the Rui Prince hidden in the mansion were discovered by Minister Yan and Minister Shen. The princess could not protect her nephews and committed suicide by throwing herself against a wall. The Zhen Yuan Marquis and Lady Lin have been imprisoned by the Emperor, and the marquis’s mansion has been searched!”
“What?” Gu Qingtong was shocked. Before leaving, she had indeed felt something was off with Princess Zhuang Qiang.
Moreover, Jiang Shangheng was far away fighting at the border, and the news only reached him after victory. The Zhen Yuan Marquis had also instructed her to give him the letter after victory, apparently having planned this long ago.
The man, seeing Jiang Shangheng’s silence, continued: “This subordinate went to Xibei City the day after the marquis was imprisoned. Along the way, I heard that the second young master committed suicide due to the suffering in prison. However, the third young miss, having already married, avoided this disaster. But without the marquis’s protection, her life in the Xie family might be difficult.”
“The third young miss is in the Xie family?”
“The third young miss married the second young master of the Xie family a year ago,” Jiang Shangheng explained, seeing her confusion. He lowered his head, looking at his father’s instructions on the letter and the new household registration, feeling particularly troubled.
Gu Qingtong, who hadn’t seen clearly before, noticed when he lowered his head that it was actually a brand new household registration, and from the neighboring country of Gong Yue: “Does the marquis mean for us to fake our deaths?”
