Under the gazes of the onlookers, Song Jiang unexpectedly nodded his head. The group of people stood still, staring at this intruder, unsure of what to do. They were all dark guards, trained assassins since childhood, who became part of the palace's secret guard. Other than the people in this courtyard, no one knew who they were. Tang Yu suddenly barged in, leaving each and every one of them at a loss.

Tang Yu went in, and naturally Song Jiang followed him in. Tang Yu wandered around inside, and noticed his secret guards watching them from a distance.

Tang Yu almost compared everyone here and still didn't see the figure of the person who saved him from the flying dart, inevitably feeling somewhat disappointed.

"What's wrong?" Seeing that Tang Yu was unhappy, Song Jiang asked considerately.

"It's okay, I'm tired. I want to go back."

Tang Yu, seeing that no one could be found, did not want to stay any longer. He turned around and left the Ling You Pavilion. Lin Songjiang was also busy catching up with him. After they left, the people in the Ling You Pavilion gathered together, speculating on the identity of the person just now. The emperor actually allowed him to enter the Ling You Pavilion.

After Tang Yu returned, Shun Gonggong had already prepared lunch. Seeing two sets of bowls and chopsticks placed on the table, he furrowed his brows but silently sat down, which tacitly allowed Song Jiang to join him for the meal.

Upon seeing Song Jiang, he didn't say anything. In private, he exchanged a knowing glance with Shun Gonggong. This old court eunuch is quite reliable, not bad.

"If you don't eat, then get out," Tang Yu coldly said, frightening poor Shun Gonggong into breaking out in a cold sweat. How can this ancestor not know to be more respectful to His Majesty? After all, he isn't just an Emperor, but also a tyrant!"

"I'll eat." Despite the concern in Shun Gonggong's eyes for his safety, Song Jianglin showed no sign of displeasure. He quickly sat beside Tang Yu and picked up food for him, displaying such gentle and caring behavior that even Shun Gonggong began to doubt if Song Jianglin was truly the tyrant depicted in legends.

Because Xuantian Xin has been taken down, no one dares to cause trouble during this critical period. Song Jianglin naturally lives comfortably. In addition, Tang Yu's mood has been good these days. He no longer opposes him and is not as resistant as before. He is so happy every day that he can't sleep and can only get up in the middle of the night to write memorials.

But Jing Hua wasn't feeling so comfortable. He had been keeping in mind the task Xuan Tianxin had entrusted to him. As the day of Xuan Tianxin's conviction drew closer, Song Jianglin spent all his time with Tang Yu, leaving Jing Hua with no opportunity to come into contact with Tang Yu.

That night, Jinghua couldn't bear it anymore because the day of Xuantian Xinwen's execution was in three days. Jinghua was wearing a tight-fitting suit, feeling hesitant and cautious in the dark night. Since he had never learned any martial arts, it was extremely difficult for him to avoid the sentries.

Late into the night, Jinghua finally arrived at the Longchen Hall. Jinghua stood frozen in front of the main chamber, a place he had always longed to stay in. This particular hall was closest to the imperial study, making it the ideal choice for him. On the other hand, his Qinghe Hall was further away, requiring him to pass through the Yanxuan Palace, a residence for the royal physician. This detour added several palaces to his already distant journey.

Jinghua withdrew his gaze and walked forward, pushing open Tang Yu's door. Tang Yu, as if knowing he would come, was already sitting at the table, waiting for him.

"Come, have a seat! What brings you here so late to find me?"

Jinghua cautiously watched him, wondering how he knew that he would come and why he was sitting here.

"Oh, I just got up to get some water. When I heard noises outside, I guessed there was someone. Don't worry, I won't call for help," Tang Yu spoke as if he knew what the other person was thinking. He smiled at the black-clothed person in front of him, giving off a very reassuring feeling under the moonlight.

"Don't you want to know who the person is that saved you?"

Hearing the voice, Tang Yu's smile froze on his face. "Are you Lord Jinghua? Do you know who saved me?"

At the moment he heard the name, Jinghua was momentarily stunned. He touched the black cloth covering his face and wondered how this person recognized him when his face was completely covered. But these thoughts were irrelevant in the end, and he didn't want to ask. "Besides him, who else would save you? If you don't believe it, go check if he has any injuries on his body!"

"Why did you tell me?" Tang Yu asked, puzzled. Wasn't he infatuated with Song Jiang Lin? What's the point of telling him this? Even though he wasn't as good as Long Yang, but Song Jiang Lin was! If Song Jiang Lin misunderstood something, then Jinghua would be at a loss.

"Because I also want to know who blocked the dart, but unfortunately His Majesty is unwilling to see me now, otherwise, I would come to find you?" Jinghua said angrily. He had been with Song Jianglin for four years, but it could not compare to him meeting Tang Yu once. If it wasn't for Song Jianglin's change of heart or if Tang Yu had never shown any interest in him, Jinghua became angrier the more he thought about it. He glanced at Tang Yu, apart from his good looks, he couldn't see anything that was better than him. So he left in anger. "

Tang Yu sighed and returned to the bed, closing his eyes to contemplate. If it was Song Jianglin who blocked the flying dart, then it was also Song Jianglin who delivered the medicine. But that dark figure clearly claimed that it was Lian Ju who delivered the medicine?

However, upon further thought, Tang Yu suddenly realized that Song Jianglin's figure seemed quite similar to that person's. Tang Yu felt a headache coming on. The man in black had spoken to him before, and his voice was clearly different from Song Jianglin's. Furthermore, if they were to verify this, would that mean Song Jianglin would have to undress? Tang Yu buried his head in the blanket and decided to stop thinking about it.

The next day, Tang Yu groggily opened his eyes and suddenly noticed an extra person by his bed. Rubbing his eyes, he recognized the person as Song Jianglin. Thinking about the words Jing Hua had said to him last night, he stared at his shoulder for quite a while before speaking up, "Why are you here again?"

"There isn't much going on in the palace today. I'm afraid you might feel bored, so I want to take you out for a walk outside the palace," Lin Songjiang said.

Indeed, as a man, Song Jiang Linhui took care of his wife meticulously. Song Jiang Linhui treated him so well, it would be false to say that he was not moved. However, he was also a man, and he truly felt that this situation was very strange.

"Song Jiang, we..."

Yu'er, don't say anything. I know you might not be used to this, but I'll wait patiently. I won't pressure you into doing anything you don't like. Until you accept the feelings between us, I won't do anything to you.

Song Jianglin said sincerely, and Tang Yu discovered that Song Jianglin had indeed changed a lot. At least, in these past few days, Song Jianglin hasn't gotten angry at him even once. He was taking care of him every day, delivering medicine to him, and even took a dart for him. The person who spared Fang Yiner's life could also be him. Thinking about all this, Tang Yu felt a bit apologetic towards Song Jianglin.

"I..." Tang Yu was about to speak when he was abruptly interrupted by Lin Songjiang.

"I suddenly remembered that there are official matters to be dealt with. I won't accompany you today," said Song Jianglin hastily as he left Longchen Hall. He had stayed up all night preparing the memorials just so he could spend the day with Tang Yu outside the palace. There was no way he actually had any official matters to attend to at the moment. He simply didn't want Tang Yu to say anything that would make him angry, as he couldn't control his emotions and didn't want to ruin the carefully maintained good impression all at once."

Tang Yu sat on the bed, watching Song Jianglin leave. In reality, he just wanted to thank Song Jianglin. Regardless of what Song Jianglin thought of him, however, Tang Yu felt that something seemed different now. He felt a hint of loss in his heart as he saw Song Jianglin walk away. Tang Yu quickly shook his head, thinking that he must be overthinking things.