The great hall was deathly silent, the newly-promoted Vice-Minister of War's head lowered, and, unseen by anyone else, wiped at her temples. All the ministers' heads were lowered, not a single one daring to make a sound. All of them knew it wasn't a good assignment. Though Shejin had already bowed its head and declared vassalage to the Great Li, the rumours from the border lately had long since reached the capital, and everyone knew there was something strange about Shejin; they'd only managed with great effort to come to such positions, and naturally they valued their lives. Seeing Xie Qianbing had spoken, everyone let out breath of relief. Jiang Changbai's heart, though, skipped a beat, and after muttering to herself for a few moments, she said, "Shejin is far away, and if you are to go now, it would take at least two months to reach it. The Ministry of Appointments is busy and bustling—Qianbing, have you thought this through?" Jiang Changbai's words...

Actually, at first, Song Juguang didn't know what Qin Zhixun's "I've already won against you" meant; after the Great Li's capital saw off the Shejin Envoy, it returned to its usual tranquility. If some upset had to be mentioned, then it would only be learning that the prisoner who'd tried to assassinate Qin Zhixun had run into a wall and passed away. The one most shocked by this was Jiang Changbai. Though that night Song Juguang had told her everything, Jiang Changbai was still curious about Song Juguang's past. So, she'd specially ordered the Warden to treat that prisoner a bit better, and at least keep her a live, so that she could question her in the future. She hadn't imagined that, before she'd even managed to make the time to go question her, she'd die. With neither a name nor relatives, it was said that it was the old woman in the cell next to hers who'd found a mat to wrap her body in. Song Juguang, though, wasn't emotio...

After she'd been chased out of the Regent's resident that day, Qin Zhixun didn't see Song Juguang again. At this moment, the difference in status between the two of them was massive; as long as Song Juguang wished to avoid her, regardless of how much Qin Zhixun waited, she'd never see her. No matter how dissatisfied Qin Zhixun was, when the day came, she still had to depart. The day's sun had just climbed above the city walls' outside the city, and the newly-sprouted, tender shoots on the tree branches still carried a fine layer of frost; more than forty carriages were arranged after each other on the official road, and the small, triangular flags atop their roofs made flapping sounds as they were blown in the wind. When Qin Zhixun had arrived, there had been only about twenty carriages, but now that she was about to leave, things had flipped. Actually, Qin Zhixun wasn't cold at all, but in order to not seem to strange, she had wrapped herself in a cloak. Sh...

Feng Puzhi didn't respond, and turned, leaving the warm room. "Jie, don't listen to what Shifu said," Qin Anhe only dared to mumble quietly after watching Feng Puzhi go far away. "Any good plan has something overlooked; what if Shifu's wrong?" "I know." Chen Xun raised a hand, placing it over Qin Anhe's, but her voice was desolate. The heavy scent of medicine floated in the wing of the relay station; only when Su Ya made it to the doorway did she suddenly feel that this room was one she'd been in when she'd arrived to the Great Li as Envoy back then. But things had changed with the passage of time, and now, it was she who was entering from outside. Su Ya pushed the door open without knocking; when she entered, Qin Zhixun was half-reclining on the gold-embroidered pillow, and she reached out, picking up the bowl of medicine on the low table. "Shejin's eye for selecting envoys has gotten worse and worse." Su Ya brushed o...

Song Juguang had more or less decided to tell Jiang Changbai everything, but she'd only just spoken when a sudden change occurred on the horizon. The originally fine flutter of falling snow suddenly changed to the size of goose feathers, and amid the thick layers of clouds in the sky, there was suddenly the muted sound of thunder. Both of their expressions changed. Jiang Changbai only now recalled that, each time she'd asked Song Juguang about her past, strange things like this would occur. A sudden thread of comprehension flashed through her mind, and Jiang Changbai looked at Song Juguang, and asked, testingly, "You can't say it?" Song Juguang closed her eyes and let out a sigh, and then nodded slowly. The goose feather snow suddenly grew smaller. A degree of pleasant surprise flashed in Jiang Changbai's eyes, and she continued, "Then, is Qin Zhixun truly your shimei?" Song Juguang first nodded, and then immediately shook her head. She was, but she ...

In the bone-chilling cold of the prison cell, the fog that puffed out from their mouths could form frost. But in this instant, it seemed as if no one was aware of the cold around them, their gazes flitting to Song Juguang. "You think she's your older sister?" Jiang Changbai's fingertips sank into flesh, but her face still carried a smile. "How can you be certain?" Song Juguang felt cold sweat emerge on the nape of her neck, and her gaze towards the girl grew harsher. There really was a dark red birthmark on her back, but only her bedfellow knew that. The jailer, seeing that Jiang Changbai had asked a question, grabbed the girl's dishevelled hair. "You're running your mouth! Are these people you can implicate?" As she, she was about to slap the girl, but Jiang Changbai called her to a halt. "Wait." Jiang Changbai raised a hand, grasping the jailer's wrist, the gold embroidery on her cuff giving off a cold light under the torch...

"Let her in," Jiang Changbai ordered seriously, restraining her emotions. Song Juguang stared fixedly at Sheng Yunxing, who entered slowly, and felt herself release a breath. "Come, stand," Jiang Changbai's gaze swept over Sheng Yunxing, and she asked warmly, "what's so urgent?" Having received permission, Sheng Yunxing hurriedly rose from the ground, and when she spoke, she was quite anxious. "Bixia, that Envoy from Shejin, Qin Zhixun-daren, was attacked by an assassin." "What?!" Both spoke at once, and both Jiang Changbai and Song Juguang were startled. Song Juguang strode to Sheng Yunxing, and the urgency in her gaze shocked Sheng Yunxing stiff. "Say that again?" Luckily, Sheng Yunxing wasn't a coward, and though Song Juguang's expression was shocking, she still quickly adjusted her state of mind, and said, "Wangjun, just now Qin-daren, Qin Zhixun, was attacked by an assassin at the relay station. Lucki...