The needle suddenly pricked her hand, and a bright red blood bead emerged.

  Li Huaiyu furrowed her brow, gazing deeply at the gloomy sky outside the window, and said in a low voice: "People often say that when embroidering, if you hurt your hand, it's an ominous sign."

  As if responding to her words, a flash of lightning streaked across the sky, splitting the air with a loud "crack". A strong gust of wind blew in through the window, sending the silk threads on the table flying wildly.

  Hua Yu looked on, her face growing even more worried.

  The blue-robed girl beside him couldn't help but speak up: "Your Highness, someone getting stabbed in the hand might be a bad omen."

  "But you, as soon as you pick up an embroidery needle, will definitely prick your hand, and it has nothing to do with omens."

  The air in the room solidified for an instant.

  Li Huaiyu coughed twice, wiped the blood off her fingers and smiled: "Is that so?"

  Yes, that's right. Whether it's embroidering a handkerchief or a robe for the emperor, this person will inevitably prick their finger with one needle out of ten. At first, Qing Si was worried, but now she's used to it.

  Xu Chuyan beside her gave a comforting smile and said in a low voice, "I heard General Chi Jin say that there are continuous victories ahead, madam doesn't have to worry too much about the young master."

  "I'm not worried about him." Hua Yu lay on the table with her head down, "It's just that it's been 368 hours since I last saw him, and I don't know how he's doing."

  Xu Chuyi: "I'm sorry"

  Even counting the time so clearly is really hard for this person who has always been careless.

  "Your Highness." Chi Jin entered from outside the door and bowed his hands, saying, "There is a commotion around the perimeter of the Imperial City of Zi Yang."

  Li Huaiyu regained her composure and smiled lightly: "I knew this group of people would resort to these tactics, let's proceed according to plan, no need to disturb the lord."

  "Yes."

  The two armies clashed. If they really fought openly and fairly, Jiang Xuanjin would have a great advantage in terms of military strength and tactics. Therefore, Huai Lin and Liu Yunlie couldn't help but think that the brains behind the scenes were on their side. She had already blocked several batches of assassins here, and the Jiang family's side could not be spared either.

  Although there were old scores unsettled, Huaiyu felt that they couldn't let Jiang Jing be attacked from both sides.

  The fire started from the Jiang family's main house, and the servants were beating gongs and drums, shouting "Fire!", The Jiang family members all rushed out in a hurry, and just as Jiang Chong was supporting the old master to cross the moon gate, he saw more than a dozen black-clad men jumping over the wall and surrounding them with a fierce momentum.

  "Get out!" Jiang Chong shouted, "Take your old master and leave through another door!"

  Jiang Yan carefully came up to support the old man, while retreating and instructing Suo Yu to go report to the authorities.

  The Jiang mansion's defenses have always been strict, but today these people are attacking fiercely, they must have had a plan beforehand. Jiang Yan wanted to send the old master out of the mansion, but no matter which way he went, he was surrounded and blocked. With no other choice, he could only settle him in the side hall, then together with Jiang Shen, brought the family slaves to guard him.

  The people from the government office arrived quickly, but they were unable to drive away this group of masked men. Jiang Chong roughly counted them and saw that there were over a hundred masked men in his line of sight alone, not to mention those in other directions.

  The Jiang Mansion is probably going to suffer a great calamity.

  "Father, I'm no good at martial arts. Later on, I fear I'll bring shame to the Jiang family." Jiang Shen knelt before Old Master and kowtowed to him.

  "Old Master Jiang sighed: "What's the point of talking about losing face? You're good at literature, you've never practiced martial arts since childhood."

  Jiang Shen bowed his head and stood up again, pinching the long sword in his hand.

  Even if you don't know martial arts, you must protect your family well.

  "Deep son." Old Master Jiang couldn't help but say, "As a father, I've never asked you, what happened in the first line city? You've been gloomy ever since you came back."

  She slightly paused, Jiang Shen lowered his eyes: "Father is worrying too much, I'm fine."

  Is this still considered nothing? A person who was usually so cheerful, now it's hard to see him smile. On the contrary, he is willing to enter officialdom and make progress, but Gu Lian came here crying several times, saying that Er Gongzi held the child with a gloomy face all the time, which is a boy, don't know what he dislikes.

  Listening to the deafening battle cries outside, Old Master Jiang squeezed his dragon-headed cane and said in a low voice: "I've spent my whole life worrying, always hoping that you'd bring glory to our ancestors. But people's lives are just like this, compared to bringing glory to our ancestors, I'd rather see you live a peaceful and safe life."

  Jiang deeply fell silent for a moment, then asked: "So it's okay if Third Brother doesn't come back from the front lines?"

  The back of the hand holding the dragon-headed cane suddenly bulged with two blue veins, and Old Master Jiang's face, which had just been kindly, twisted in an instant. He slammed his cane to the ground: "Who told him it was none of his business! Our mansion receives ten family letters every month! Every day he is asked to roll back but he doesn't listen! Who gave birth to him has forgotten, and yet he talks about great world affairs! When he comes back, I will break one of his legs!"

  The deafening roar, the shouting outside was somewhat smaller.

  Jiang rubbed his own ears and couldn't help but laugh and cry: "Peaceful and safe?"

  "You still want a peaceful and comfortable life?" Old Master Jiang raised his neck and glared.

  Jiang Sheng: "I don't know"

  Jiang Er Gongzi thought that his own father was actually quite lovable, these days he had been clearly praying for good fortune for his third brother in the ancestral hall, but his mouth was not forgiving. This pouting and glaring appearance was like a child who was angry and needed to be coaxed.

  The door was slammed shut with a "bang".

  The people in the house suddenly fell silent.

  Old Master Jiang stared at the door and said seriously, "If this falls into the hands of thieves, it will imperil the world. I'll take you to meet the ancestors of the Jiang family."

  As she spoke, she turned her head to look at Jiang Yan: "Yan, are you afraid?"

  "Jiang family men, not afraid of death." Jiang Yan grew a year older, his facial features became more defined, and his eyebrows also gained a few points of determination. "Being able to die for the country and the people is Yan's good fortune."

  Old Jiang laughed and patted his shoulder.

  The officers and soldiers were killed by masked men, the situation around the gate was stuck, but inside the government office, the masked men had the upper hand. Jiang Chong fought and retreated, and when he arrived at the side hall door, he was already covered in wounds.

  "What's the fuss about?" The masked man laughed and said, "It's just an invitation for you all to have a cup of tea, not taking your lives. It's not worth getting hurt."

  Jiang Chong spat out a mouthful of saliva, his long knife standing upright in front of him, completely without any intention of surrendering.

  The masked man was slightly annoyed and waved his hand to signal his accomplices to come up.

  "Ahh!" The thunderous shout made everyone in the house skip a beat.

  You can tell how many people there are just by the sound, it's impossible for Father to stop them alone! Jiang Yan was anxious and took the sword from Jiang Shen's hand, opened the door and went out to help.

  However, the door opened. Jiang Chong was standing intact beside the threshold, and the courtyard was in a mess of fighting.

  "What?" Jiang Yan was stunned.

  A group of people in dark red coarse cloth robes with peonies embroidered on their shoulders, emerged from nowhere, and with a few ruthless blows, the masked man was beaten to a pulp with brains splattered everywhere.

  The masked man who was still in a rage just now was instantly subdued by this group of people.

  Jiang Chong furrowed his brow: "Doesn't look like someone from the yamen."

  Nonsense. Can the officials' methods be compared to the street fighting of a hooligan? Jiang Yan stared blankly at the flying wooden sticks and iron shovels in mid-air, suddenly feeling that the phrase "the hoe is not as sharp as the spear" was not absolute after all - the hoes in these people's hands were much sharper than the weapons in the masked men's hands! One hit would kill!

  The situation changed suddenly, a large group of Peony Guards rushed into the Jiang Mansion, masked men ran and died, after several hours, the Jiang Mansion was in a mess, blood flowed like rivers, but finally calmed down.

  "Thank you for your timely rescue." The old man bowed his head and asked the leader, "May I ask your name?"

  The leader was a young man who looked at the people of Jiangfu with complex eyes after hearing this, and didn't make a sound.

  "Is Sir having some trouble?" Old Master Jiang said, "I just want to know the name of this gentleman so I can repay him properly."

  "Father." Jiang Shen stared at the man for a while and said, "He's not having a hard time, he's afraid that if he says it out loud, we'll be embarrassed."

  "Why?" Old Master Jiang was puzzled.

  Jiang Shendao said: "His name is Si Hai, he is the leader of Fei Yun Palace. He is a person under the command of Princess Chang."

  Having lived in the princess's mansion for so long, most of the attendants were familiar with him. This person was not as favored as the four major attendants, but he also held an official position in the first-tier city.

  As soon as they heard this, the people of Jiangfu indeed felt very embarrassed.

  The Empress's Head Eunuch?

  Jiang Yan and Jiang Chong exchanged a glance, both looking somewhat ill at ease.

  They had scolded those eunuchs in front of the Empress Dowager before, but now they were accepting favors from them.

  That's really awkward.

  Lin Si Hai glanced at them and cupped his hands: "The assassin has been caught, the mansion can strengthen its guard now, I bid farewell."

  "Lord Lin." Jiang Shen called out to him, "The Jiang Manor has always been one to repay kindness, if you leave like this, the people in the manor will likely not sleep well tonight."

  Upon hearing this, Lin Si Hai actually smiled: "The Eldest Princess said that it's precisely because you few can't repay the kindness that it's hard to bear."

  After finishing speaking, he turned his head and took people away from Jiang's house.

  Jiang Shen: "This is indeed Li Huaiyu's style of doing things, a bit too wicked."

  Mr. Jiang's face turned green, and he turned his head to ask: "What does she mean?"

  "Probably remembered the grudge."

  Jiang Chong gazed at the chaotic scene in the courtyard, then looked at the trembling city guards who came to apologize, and said softly: "The person just now was quite capable, so many city guards were helpless, but they were able to turn the situation around."

  "The entrance is blocked and the city guards can't get in." Jiang Yan said, "And those people, they came in directly through the wall."

  With strategy and tactics, acting swiftly, it must be said that the people under Danyang Princess's command are indeed formidable.

  Old Master Jiang silently gazed at the bright red blood on the ground, his eyes filled with complexity.

  Li Huaiyu didn't write this matter in the family letter, she bit her pen and looked at the little troublemaker and little rascal in the cradle, wrote a thick stack of letters until the mailbox was really full.

  Jiang Xuanjin and Liu Yunlie fought from Yongxia to Cangjiu Mountain, with each side having its own victories and defeats. Generally speaking, the Ziyang side still had the upper hand. However, Jiang Xuanjin's face didn't look too good, sitting in his tent, making more than a dozen generals feel frightened.

  "It was a while ago that we were ambushed. It was due to the scout's dereliction of duty. I have already reassigned personnel, and such incidents will not happen again in the future."

  "Grain and fodder have arrived at Yongxia. They can be delivered to the army immediately."

  They were afraid that the heavenly thunder would fall on their own heads, and the generals reported one after another with good news. When it was reported to the last person, the general had nothing to say and forced himself to say: "It seems that there is a letter coming from the first line of the city."

  Upon hearing this, Jiang Xuanjin relaxed his brow: "Everyone has worked hard, go back and rest for now. The next battle will be in two days. Don't make any mistakes again."

  "Yes!" The generals all rose and bowed, hastening to leave the main tent.

  Carrying a small box, he came in and sighed: "Other people's family letters are all in envelopes, but our mistress is good, she hasn't seen you for a month and has a whole box of words to say to you."

  The corners of his mouth slightly hooked, Jiang Xuanjin opened the box seal and pulled out a dozen letters.

  "My dearest husband, seeing your letter is like seeing you in person!"

  The eight words jumped into her eyes, as if she could see that person rushing towards her, kissing her face with a "smack", and then lying on his chest, grasping his collar and muttering: "Recently the weather in the city has warmed up, and it even rained a rare spring rain. Everyone in the whole city was excitedly running around in the streets. I didn't go, after all, I'm your wife, I have to pay attention to my demeanor!"

  His expression softened, Jiang Xuanjin leaned on his chin with one hand, staring at the letter in his hand, his eyes full of smiles.

  "The little rascals and little pests are eating more now, but the day before yesterday I was holding the little rascal and didn't notice, he peed all over me, it was infuriating, and I couldn't hit him, so I could only punch the pillow. You won't believe it, it really relieved my anger!"

  "Chihiro and Hatsune are really close now, although Hatsune doesn't seem to notice Chihiro's feelings at all. They're together every day, and Chihiro is so gentle and considerate towards Hatsune... it's almost painful to watch. I have no idea when this foolish girl will finally realize."

  "Bai Hua Jun is reluctant to leave the city of Yi Xian, it seems like he had some conflict with Lu Jing Hang. I asked Lu Jing Hang about it, and he said it's a misunderstanding. The phrase sounds familiar, but I couldn't recall who said it or where I heard it before. Anyway, Lu Jing Hang has been in a better mood lately, not as gloomy as before, so I can finally put my mind at ease."

  He narrowed his eyes slightly, Jiang Xuanjin set this letter aside, putting it far away, and then continued reading.

  "I made a little dress for Little Trouble. Qing Si said my sewing skills are poor, but I think, after all, it's her own mother who sewed it, and even if it's not good enough, she'll still have to wear it, right? The other day, I saw some nice fabric and also made you a cloak, when you come back, can you exchange it for a little treasure?"

  His fingers gently stroked the letter paper, as if stroking her eyebrows with tenderness. Jiang Xuanjin smiled softly and looked at his own robes.

  The crooked and twisted floral pattern, wherever he went, attracted attention, but he always wore it, and the people in the army were used to it.

  "Yesterday, when I went out, I heard the common people on the street praising you. They really heaped all kinds of good words on you. And a girl said that she would wait for your triumphant return and be willing to serve as a maid or concubine. Guess how I advised her? Right! I went up and fought with her, she lost, and gave up this idea. You are still mine alone!"

  Jiang Xuanjin's heart skipped a beat as he flipped over the painting attached to the back of his head.

  The first one is two familiar little people, one tall and one short. The shorter little person jumps up to hug the taller one. In the second picture, the shorter little person squats on the ground, making an effort to dig the mud under the melon.

  So you heard it at that time? Jiang Xuanjin pursed his lips, and his ear roots turned red.

  The last one has two little people, each holding a doll in their arms, with big curved mouths. The taller one is bent at the waist, and the shorter one is tiptoeing to kiss his face while hugging the doll.

  "I miss you." She wrote these four words in her most elegant handwriting.