Chapter 417: Chapter 401: Hurt Face, Afraid You’ll Mind
Lin Qiao frowned, military power, where is the Commander’s Seal of the Third Prince?
In the dream, there weren’t many instructions about the Third Prince, just that one or two scenes.
The scenes mainly showed him styling his hair, the hairpin lasted longer in the scene than he did.
Hairpin...
The plot shouldn’t be so dull; the scenes in the dream are all key points.
Could the hairpin be the Commander’s Seal?
She raised her head and said to the housekeeper, "Go call the General back."
She couldn’t trust the housekeeper with such matters. For both her and Song Tingfan’s sake, if this were to leak one day, they’d be doomed.
The housekeeper, though unaware of what she intended, hurried off to call him, and before long, Song Tingfan returned.
In just a few days, he had lost weight, stubble on his chin had emerged, indicating he was very busy these days.
The two entered the room; Lin Qiao shut the door. "I think I know where the Commander’s Seal is, the Third Prince’s hairpin."
Upon hearing this, Song Tingfan frowned, "We searched; it wasn’t there."
"It must be. I’ve seen it twice in the dream; that Commander’s Seal might be related to the hairpin, the hairpin looks somewhat like... Wait, I’ll draw it for you."
Lin Qiao hurriedly grabbed a brush and ink and sketched out the general shape in a few strokes.
Song Tingfan didn’t doubt her, examined the drawing carefully, yet had no recollection of it. He pressed his lips together.
Seeing his frown, Lin Qiao guessed that he hadn’t seen it. Logically, it seems unlikely, "Was the Third Prince Consort’s place searched?"
"It was searched."
Song Tingfan stopped mid-sentence. No, the Third Prince wasn’t fully searched; he wore a hairpin.
"I’m leaving; I’ll be back later. Don’t leave the residence."
He repeated again.
Lin Qiao certainly wouldn’t go out at such a critical moment; if caught by the Third Prince’s faction, everything would be for naught. "Okay, you take care."
That night Song Tingfan didn’t return, but outside the residence was noisy, faintly mixed with sounds of swords. Lin Ling was awakened, rubbed his eyes, "Mom, it’s so noisy."
Lin Qiao patted his head, suppressing her inner unease, "It’ll be better tomorrow, just bear with it. Mom will tell you a story."
The woman’s soft voice was mixed with faint sounds of swords, the night gradually turned to daylight, the noise gradually subsided.
As soon as Lin Qiao stepped out of the room, she saw the housekeeper, reassuring her that Song Tingfan should be fine.
Sure enough, in the next moment, the housekeeper said, "Madam, the General is fine. He said he’d be back for lunch at noon."
Lin Qiao finally felt relieved, couldn’t help but smile, "I’ll prepare lunch, tell them not to worry."
The harmful plot finally ended, no longer having to live in constant fear.
The tutor didn’t come for lessons today, Lin Ling took a day off, happily running wild in the courtyard.
Meanwhile, outside the residence was a gruesome scene; countless corpses filled the streets, black blood obscuring the original appearance of the stone embankment.
Soldiers were methodically dragging the corpses. After a long while, the streets were washed three times, completely restoring their original appearance, as if the carnage earlier had never occurred.
Tavern
Gao Qiang sniffed his clothes, still reeked of blood, "This smell won’t wash away; if my wife smells it, she’ll be terrified."
"Come on, you’re not the only one with a wife; I have one too, and the General has one as well."
Zhou Fu’an was binding his arm, accidentally nicked by a blade, but it didn’t bother him much.
He glanced at the unmoved man, the man’s profile bore a long blood gash, clearly showing flesh turned outwards, "General, aren’t you treating your wound?"
"Gao Qiang, go find a copper mirror." Song Tingfan lowered his eyes, making it hard to see what he was thinking.
Gao Qiang hesitated for a moment, then swiftly ran out, returning shortly with a copper mirror.
Song Tingfan looked at the man’s face in the copper mirror, the dreadful blood gash. No matter how good the ointment, it’ll leave a scar.
Will she feel disgusted by him...
Feeling somewhat timid.
Gao Qiang and Zhou Fu’an exchanged a look, puzzled. Ahem, it’s hard to associate this "feminine" appearance with the bloodthirsty General from last night.
It’s just a facial scar, nothing serious; Gao Qiang himself had two scars on his face.
...
In the kitchen, the boiling water simmered repeatedly, dumplings in a small basket, Lin Ling swallowed his saliva, "Mom, how long until Dad comes back?"
Lin Qiao glanced outside, it was already past noon, "He’s still busy, wait a bit longer, go grab a few cakes to fill your stomach."
"I won’t eat, I’ll wait to eat with Dad."
"Alright, you go ask Uncle Housekeeper how much longer until Dad..."
Lin Qiao’s words were interrupted as a shadow cast over them, she looked up and was instantly stunned; his face had a long knife cut.
