Today's banquet, Song Jianglin did indeed leave his seat. After the initial greetings, the person sitting in that position was none other than Lian Ju, who was wearing a mask. After Xuan Tianxin's assassination attempt failed, he would definitely suspect that the person sitting in that position was an imposter. Therefore, he took the opportunity while his subordinates were reporting to Xuan Tianxin to switch the person back.

If it weren't for Shui Qingling's observation of the blood-drenched clothes on his back, it would be difficult to distinguish whether the person in front of her was real or fake.

"Your Majesty, how is your injury?"

After finishing their bet, Shui Qingling couldn't help but come and take a look at Song Jianglin's injuries. Despite being injured, he also missed out on the setting sun's afterglow. Song Jianglin's current condition is definitely not great.

At this moment, Lian Ju Gang had just finished applying medicine to Song Jiang Lin's injuries. Song Jiang Lin put on his clothes and turned to Shui Qing Ling, saying, "Don't worry, there's no poison on the hidden weapon."

After saying that, he looked at the hidden weapon on the table. If he hadn't gone there today, this throwing dart would have been nailed into Tang Yu's body. With Tang Yu's physique, this single throwing dart would have been deadly. Song Jiang's eyes darkened little by little, "Go and find out who this thing came from."

"Your Majesty's brother, isn't this Xuantian Xin's?" Shui Qingling asked, puzzled. Since the person was sent by Xuantian Xin, shouldn't the hidden weapon also belong to him?

His people in the mansion don't have this ability." Song Jiang smirked and picked up the hidden weapon on the table. Only then did Shui Qingling see what the hidden weapon looked like. Apart from being similar to highly lethal darts, it also had a dense array of barbs hanging from it. If Xuan Tianxin had this idea, he wouldn't have been foolish enough to directly accuse Song Jianglin of being fake at the banquet today.

"Ling'er, it's getting late. Go back and rest!"

"Yes, so are you going to find your little beauty?" Shui Qingling said playfully with a gentle smile, and then she ran out of the room.

Song Jiang smiled helplessly in the same spot. His little beauty would have to be willing to see him. Today, he must have been quite frightened, and he probably wouldn't be happy to see him either.

"By the way, have they caught the other group of assassins who tried to assassinate Tang Yu today?" Suddenly, Song Jianglin remembered. Tang Yu seemed to be familiar with them, otherwise he wouldn't have been so agitated when he wanted to kill that assassin."

"Your Majesty, except for those two leading figures, all the others were loyal soldiers. Originally, we had captured both of them, but one was later rescued," Lian Ju reported truthfully.

"Have you found out what identity?"

Lian Ju was taken aback, finding it difficult to express herself. "Your Majesty, the one we caught is a woman. It wouldn't be appropriate to use a severe punishment..."

Song Jiang's expression turned stern as he said, "What does it matter if she's a woman? No matter what method it takes, we must find out who she is and what her purpose here is."

"Yes." Lian Ju immediately answered and then remembered something else. He took out a jade pendant and said, "Your Majesty, we found this jade pendant on the woman. It appears to be of imperial origin from our country."

As Song Jiang approached the final outcome, he held a jade pendant in his hand. The pendant was clear and radiant, not an ordinary item. Indeed, it was a treasure from the royal family of the Song Kingdom. However, as he caught sight of the engraved character "Yun" on the pendant, he was stunned, frozen in place.

The late emperor once had a daughter who was kidnapped by bandits at a young age. After six years, there was still no news about her, and she eventually passed away in deep sorrow. The late emperor mentioned that the princess had a jade pendant on her, engraved with the name he bestowed upon her - Yun.

Today's assassin was his long-lost imperial sister, Song Jiang. In his hands, he clenched a jade pendant, his heart devoid of the usual tranquility. His imperial sister, who had disappeared for six years, was now being treated as an assassin and captured. "Where is she? Take me to see her."

"Yes."

The Yun'er in the prison cell had already fainted. She had been raised as a princess since she was young, although she had forgotten about it. Even when she was by Tang Yu's side, she had never suffered any hardships, let alone such cruel corporal punishment.

When Song Jiang arrived and saw Yun Er, she was already tied to the customary cross used for prisoners. The jailer was about to whip her, but Song Jiang was shocked and grabbed the whip before it could strike Yun Er.

As soon as the prison guard saw Song Jiang approaching, he quickly kneeled down and said, "Greetings, Your Majesty."

"Didn't you say that overly harsh punishments were not good?" Song Jiang, with a heartache, looked at Yu'er, who was covered in bloodstains. Yu'er's face was pale, and the bright red blood on the corner of his mouth was particularly noticeable. However, even more striking was his face, which bore an uncanny resemblance to the young Empress Dowager. Song Jiang turned around, grabbed Lianju by the collar, and asked him with reddened eyes.

"I admit my guilt." Lian Ju quickly knelt on the ground to receive his punishment. He had initially intended to intimidate her, but unexpectedly received a flogging instead.

"Your Majesty, spare my life!" The executioner in charge quickly knelt down as soon as he realized something was amiss. The prisoners here were all deserving of death, and he would usually get away with killing a few in anger. But today, just as luck would have it, he had lost a gambling bet and had a newcomer brought in for him to vent his frustration on. Little did he expect that this would attract the attention of Your Majesty."

Ignoring the two people kneeling on the ground, Song Jiang quickly untied the rope from Yun'er and embraced her in his arms. With a cold gaze, he looked at Lian Zhu and said, "Take twenty lashes as your own punishment."

"Yes." Lianju stood up as he watched Song Jiang walk away. He glanced at the prison guard without saying a word and turned around to leave.

The prison guard looked up nervously, only to find that there was no one in the cell. He immediately collapsed to the ground, wondering which influential person he had offended. To think that they could escape unscathed! When he got home, he would definitely burn incense, pay respects to his ancestors, and swear off gambling.

However, the next second, he was immediately lifted up and tied to a pole. The person who came said, "By the Emperor's order, you shall not leave this place until you have tried every torture device in this room."

"Young master?"

Tang Yu stood by the window, lost in thought. It was only then that Shun Gong realized he wasn't admiring the view outside the house, but rather had a habit of staring blankly out the window.

"I'm fine, you go down!" Tang Yu told Shun Gonggong, closing the windows. He didn't know if Yun'er and the others could escape from here, or if Song Jianglin would exterminate them all.

"Yes," he replied.

After shutting the door and stepping outside, Shun Gonggong plopped down on the steps. He thought to himself, accompanying Tang Yu is truly dangerous. Provoking His Majesty every now and then and attracting a group of assassins from time to time. Tonight's rare grand feast even ended up in a brawl between two teams of men and horses. Shun Gonggong wiped off a cold sweat, cursing to himself. If it weren't for him hiding away, it wouldn't have been just those few eunuchs who would have died under the blade today.

Speaking of Young Master Yu, apart from His Majesty's somewhat lenient attitude towards him, it is really hard to see how much affection His Majesty has for him. After all, His Majesty hasn't visited Young Master Yu in nearly half a month. How did he end up being targeted by thieves?"

Tang Yu lay on the imperial concubine chair, gazing at the ceiling. The silhouette that had shielded him from the flying darts today was so familiar, as if he had seen it many times before. However, the voice was deliberately lowered, making him unable to remember who that person was.

Suddenly, a figure appeared in Tang Yu's mind. It was the person who delivered medicine to him every day. The two figures gradually merged together, and Tang Yu was certain that it was indeed the same person. He decided to thank him tomorrow when he came to deliver the medicine for sparing Yun'er's life.

However, he saved him today and got injured in the process. He didn't know if he would be able to bring medicine tomorrow. Oh well, he decided to bring some medicine tomorrow to repay his kindness. Tang Yu suddenly realized that he didn't even know who was bringing him medicine every day.