Chapter 900 - 900: Accident (1)

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Song Jinghuan’s heart tightened. Thinking that it was Meng Shaoyuan’s men, she subconsciously reached out to take out the knockout powder in the sachet.

“Brat, it’s me.”

A familiar voice sounded behind her. Song Jinghuan stopped in her tracks, and the person behind her loosened his grip on her.

“Old Master Ye, what are you doing?” Song Jinghuan rubbed his cheeks angrily.

Old Master Ye was the crippled veteran Song Jinghuan met when she was still in the kitchen.

“Let me ask you, what’s your relationship with the Bulwark Duke?” Old Master Ye changed his previous confusion and asked her seriously.

Song Jinghuan frowned. “We’re not related.”

Actually, her alias had almost fallen off, but she subconsciously denied it when she was asked so directly.

“Rascal, I heard it all at the stables that day.” Old Master Ye snorted. “You called that girl sister-in-law. She said that she would avenge you. The next day, there was news that Young General Meng was attacked and thrown into the latrine pit. Tell me…”

“Old Master Ye.” Song Jinghuan interrupted him. “Have you ever heard of killing someone to silence them?”

Old Master Ye glared at her. “Why is a child so cruel? Let me ask you, will the Duke really overturn the case for General Gaffs family?”

When he mentioned General Gao, a trace of sadness flashed across his eyes.

Song Jinghuan was stunned and said without thinking, “Of course, my brother…

Her voice stopped abruptly.

“Alright, what can someone like you hide?” Old Master Ye said in disdain, “If

I’m not wrong, you’re the Duke’s younger brother, right? I heard that the

Duke’s residence has a pair of twins. You’re that boy.”

He had an expression that said, “I’ve already seen through you. Stop pretending.”

Song Jinghuan rolled his eyes. “If you say so. But why are you looking for me?

I’m in a hurry to save someone.”

The people in the kitchen had all gone to the infirmary to help, but Old Master

Ye was too old and inflexible.

“I Imow. Is Liu Jinbao missing?

He said it affirmatively.

Song Jinghuan glared at him. “How do you know?”

“Hmph, is there anything in this military camp that I don’t know? With that silly kid’s appearance…” Halfway through his sentence, he looked at Song Jinghuan.” Your looks are also very dangerous. That pervert likes delicate children like you. ‘

Song Jinghuan turned to leave with a dark expression.

“Hey, wait.” Old Master Ye stopped her. Seeing that she was indeed anxious, he did not delay any longer. “Come with me. I’ll get you something.”

Song Jinghuan followed him to the back of the kitchen reluctantly. n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

He squatted down beside the well and dug out an iron box.

Song Jinghuan was stunned. She leaned over and looked at the rusty box in his hand. “What’s this?”

Old Master Ye wiped the dirt off the box with trembling hands and did not answer her question. He sighed and said, “I thought I would never have the chance to use this thing again.”

Song Jinghuan pursed her lips. She actually didn’t know much about Old

Master Ye. She only knew from others that his leg was injured in a battle.

In his situation, he could have received a sum of money to settle down and return to his hometown. However, for some reason, he did not leave. Instead, he stayed in the kitchen to do some chores.

“Fortunately, I’ve waited for this day.”

Uncle Ye was sad for a while. He opened the iron box and took out something wrapped in cloth. It looked very thin. “Kid, you have to hand this to the Duke personally. General Gao’s innocence… I’ll leave it to the Duke.” Song Jinghuan was shocked. “Why didn’t you give it to him yourself?”

“Ever since the Duke said in public that he wanted to overturn General Gao’s case, this military camp has been filled with spies from the Meng family. If I go to see the Duke, won’t I alert the enemy?”

With external enemies in front of them, Nanling Pass could not withstand internal strife.

“Alright.” Song Jinghuan didn’t ask further. She kept the item and prepared to leave.

“That silly kid Liu Jinbao is most likely still in Meng Shaoyuan’s tent. If you look for him now, there will only be two outcomes,” Old Master Ye reminded him.

Firstly, everyone would know about the matter. The Bulwark Duke would punish him according to the military rules. However, Meng Shaoyuan was Meng Wu’s only son. How could Meng Wu watch him die?

Secondly, it would be that this kid walked into a tiger’s den. It wasn’t that he looked down on Song Jinghuan, but with her ability, it was impossible for her to quietly save him.

Song Jinghuan’s face continued to darken. “I’ll go and ask my sister-in-law for help, then.”

After coming out of the kitchen, Song Jinghuan strolled around the military camp and rushed to the general’s residence before dark..