"What?" Jiang Changbai assumed she'd misheard, eyes full of disbelief as she looked at Song Juguang. Yet Song Juguang calmly met her gaze, and nodded earnestly and solemnly. "And it wasn't only these handful of letters—the letters they exchanged were more than these." "How do you know?" Jiang Changbai stared at her, rising fully from the chair; that bit of enchantment between the two previously was thoroughly blown away by these words. "What else are you hiding from Us?" Song Juguang calmly and unhurriedly pushed Jiang Changbai back into the chair. "Ah, Bixia, don't worry; what could this minister conceal from you? This minister merely caught some spiders' threads and horses' tracks, and I have yet to properly investigate the matter. So I thought I'd wait first; I hadn't imagined that in this period of waiting, you'd learn of it as well." Jiang Changbai stared fixedly at Song Juguang; though now, she coul...

"Take another careful look—are there other differences between this document and the letter?" Jiang Changbai returned to her chair, calmly and placidly gazing at the three before her. "Differences," Xie Qianbing muttered, bowing her head to look carefully. The style of writing was roughly the same; looking over the entire thing, there was only one difference. She raised her head, looking at Jiang Changbai, and asked, "Bixia, you mean the inscription?" "You are intelligent," Jiang Changbai nodded. "When the Great Li was founded, there was a General Song of outstanding military service, who didn't have any children, but did adopt in nearly a hundred homeless orphans. These orphans all took her surname of Song. In the countless years since, it can be counted as a common surname in the Great Li." In a flash, Song Juguang understood what Jiang Changbai meant. "The number of high-ranking officers in the army surnamed Song is not ins...

"It's good you've both come," Jiang Changbai said, gaze sweeping across the three of them; as she did so, she put that stack of letters to the side, and added, "tell me what the situation in the South is." "Putting down the rebellion in the South this time can be counted as a decisive victory. When we first arrived in Luyuan, we were lucky to receive timely intelligence, and so met up with reinforcements in the mountains. We happened to run into the rebel forces who were using the mountainous terrain to their advantage; the Cangwei army are, to a one, heroic and skilled in battle, and engaged with them in battle, winning decisively. Due to the location of the battlefield in the depths of the mountains, the fighting and outcome were rapid, and it didn't affect the common people." "…Afterwards, we pursued the retreating army to press home the attack, and realised with a start the frailty of Lian Zhigao's forces, who were unable to bear a...

She seemed to have contracted hysteria; before her eyes, the long-since withered and dead grasses were full of vitality, the peeling off wall paint brand new; even the dark and menacing moonlight, spilling over her figure, seemed like it was bright and warm sunshine. "Pei Yu!" In a daze, she heard someone call out; looking in the direction of the sound, and saw only a woman in palace maid's clothes, around her thirties, waving a hand at her. Pei Yu, Pei Yu, she repeated to herself, dust-covered memories floating to the surface; this was the old woman's name, but it had been many years since anyone had used it. At that time, she'd followed along with the Yuehua Princess to Shejin to form a marriage alliance; the eunuchs in the Palace had chosen a Shejinese name for her, meaning "loyal devotion". She'd truly deserved these two characters of "loyal devotion"; when Princess Yuehua passed away, she'd gone on to raise the child she'd lef...

Only as sunset approached did Xie Qianbing part with Wei Xiren in the outskirts of the city; Wei Xiren had, previously, been continuously stationed in the great barracks in the city's suburbs, and this time, returning to the capital, she naturally wouldn't enter the city. Xie Qianbing, on the other hand, only returned to the city as the doors were being locked; by the time she'd brushed off the dust and windsweptness of travel, the Palace's doors had long since been locked, and there was no chance at all to enter and have an audience with the Emperor. The tail end of summer's night breeze blew through the windows, making the candle flames on the tabletop sway and waver. Placed by the candle's flame was the bundle with the letters she'd collected from Lian Zhigao's residence; she'd secretly hidden them on herself on the journey, and even Wei Xiren hadn't seen them. It was just that the contents of these letters truly were shocking; were she to mer...

Jiang Changbai's back immediately became a wash of cold sweat, and she nearly unconsciously retreated, but the solid corner of the table pressed against her. But she wasn't someone whose character, on encountering a problem, was only to retreat; when she came out of her daze, she extended a hand and grabbed for the fan, but Song Juguang had already moved before she could, and before Jiang Changbai could touch it, the folding fan in Song Juguang's hand once more changed positions. By the time Song Juguang had put the fan back at her waist, a few strands of hair at Jiang Changbai's forehead had already come free, her eyes staring at Song Juguang. But in this wretched situation, unexpectedly, a bit of a sovereign's awe-ful aura showed in her eyes. "Bixia, please don't worry," Song Juguang said in a soft appeasement, "this minister would never injure you." The abilities of the two of them in this moment were truly vastly different; even if Jiang ...

Translator's note: Many apologies for the late update! I've been busy IRL. Sunday's chapter should be up tomorrow. -  In the end, Liang Jiwen did move into the Palace, right on the morning of the second day, barely after morning court had concluded. Song Juguang, despite what she'd said, had accepted this duty, and even if her mind was still conflicted, she still diligently and dutifully watched people move the two, master and servant's, things into the Rongfan Palace. Actually, the two of Liang Jiwen's party, master and servant, didn't have much luggage to start with; the clothes they'd brought along now were actually all from Wen Song, the day before, thinking them too pitiful, paying for them from her own pocket to help them out. The couple of items of clothing truly didn't necessitate having a great number people come and move them; what people were coming and going in and out of the palace moving right now were all some large pieces of furniture...