"Mr. Jiang won't really kill you." She had seen the Mr. Jiang kill people, be it slicing vegetables or else she would have cut off half of her hand. If he had really wanted to kill Mistress Yun at that time, her palm would have been cut off by him.

Mian Niang didn't know how to practice martial arts, but she felt that this was similar to how one tries to open a bow and never turns around to shoot an arrow.

I don't believe that he won't kill me. You didn't know that, but the look in his eyes when he looked at me at the time made me feel like I was already a dead person. That's why I often have nightmares about him. Mian Niang, you saved me at that time, and this is enough for me to remember this for a lifetime. I have always thought that this life of mine is considered to be given by you, if you ever have anything in the future, just a squeak is enough for me. "

Mian Niang still firmly believed that Jiang Ting didn't really want to kill Mistress Yun at that time, but looking at the expression on Mistress Yun's face, it seemed as if something had gradually become clear to her.

However, Mian Niang did not continue to argue with Mistress Yun after that, because there was nothing that could be done, and nothing could be concluded from that argument. Mistress Yun had insisted that Jiang Ting had indeed wanted to kill her, and Jiang Ting had indeed not willingly let her off the hook at that time.

This was not something that could be explained clearly just by saying "I know his character".

However, if he met the Mr. Jiang again, he could ask him what exactly was going on.

Mian Niang made up her mind. She rushed the furred donkey cart to the next village.

If he could quickly sell the tofu on the car today, he would be able to rest well when he got home. Mian Niang, who had not slept soundly for a long time, yawned loudly.

The hairy donkey cart walked further and further with a flag in its throat. In the winter snow, Mian Niang's figure was small and petite, but she was not alone.

His new cotton shoes and new clothes, and the dagger in his saddlebag, seemed to have stopped the cold this winter.

Before Jiang Ting could fall asleep, he was woken up by the servant.

"Mr. Jiang, the Prince invites you over."

Jiang Ting sat up, went down to tidy up his clothes, habitually hugged his treasured sword, and left after making a promise.

This was not the first time that he was so straightforward, but the attendant was slightly surprised when he saw him walk out so quickly.

He greeted with a smile, "The prince invites you to his study."

He respectfully stepped aside.

Jiang Ting's expression was still indifferent the entire time, it was impossible to tell how deep it was. It was as though he was the same as his treasured sword, an existence without any feelings.

Jiang Ting did not inquire what reason it was that the Duke had for him to go there. Living in this courtyard, waiting for orders from the Duke was a very normal thing.

He didn't need anyone to lead the way as he rushed towards the prince's study.

When he went there, there were also two strategists standing in Prince Rong's study room. One was surnamed Zheng and the other was surnamed Gao.

The Zheng guy had thick eyebrows, big eyes, and a righteous face. He didn't look like a scholar, but more like a martial artist.

As for the tall one, Jiang Ting would always have doubts when he saw him, how could there be a scholar like him. He was born with triangular eyes, sharp mouth and monkey cheeks, a sparse goatee, and a face full of treachery.

Moreover, the sound of his words was unpleasant to hear. His voice was slightly shrill, like a monkey whose throat had been strangled.

Jiang Ting was not one to judge a person's appearance by their appearance, and every time he saw this person, he could not help but frown.

When the two of them saw him, they took the initiative to greet him after he bowed to the Prince Rong.

Jiang Ting responded faintly.

The Mr. Gao stroked his beard and said: "Mr. Jiang, this martial artist, seems to be even more noble than us scholars."

Jiang Ting said coldly: "Because my treasured sword is faster at killing people than your mouth."

"That's true, but a wise man rules over others, and a wise man rules over others. Mr. Jiang is truly amazing, that is truly admirable."

These two unrelated sentences made one feel infuriated.

Jiang Ting squinted his eyes as he seemed to understand why he couldn't bear to look at this person.

However, he didn't want to be involved in this verbal battle, so he didn't pay any attention to him. He lightly flicked his sword sheath, and with a 'swoosh' sound, the treasured sword flew out, carrying a cold light.

The expression on Mr. Gao's face froze as he silently dodged backwards.

Mr. Zheng seemed to dislike this person, so he could only sneer, his eyes full of disdain.

When the Prince Rong called for people to come over, they were to discuss about the matter, not to see the military man and the acid scholar fighting spirit take action, they immediately coughed, and indicated for the few of them to stop.

Jiang Ting sheathed his sword, and hugged it once more as he stood there.

King Rong was fifty years old and had a very handsome body. It was just that he had been in a high position for a long time and had a lot of power.

Just a glance was enough to make people feel an invisible pressure.

He looked at Jiang Ting, "Mr. Jiang, the Crown Prince said that you have matters to attend to in Tongzhou on his behalf.

Jiang Ting cupped his fists and replied: "Done."

His expression was proud and aloof, although he was just a martial artist, in front of King Rong, he was only respectful and not afraid.

Mr. Zheng and Mr. Gao could not bear for him to behave in such a way, so they were about to scold him when they were stopped by King Rong.

"This King and the crown prince have always been at ease with your work."

He did not ask Jiang Ting what he wanted to help Xiao Zongxian with.

Jiang Ting was not surprised either. This Prince Rong was extremely perceptive, how could he hide the matter regarding his son from him?

He wasn't polite either, as if doing things properly was something to be commended for.

He spoke even less now than when he was with His Majesty.

He was still as expressionless as before, and his entire being was like a sword that was about to be unsheathed, completely different from the peace he showed in front of Mian Niang.

King Rong stroked his beard and looked at him for a long time. Finally, he said to him, "This king also has two things that I need your help with."

He was talking about help, not simple instructions.

Jiang Ting thought for a while, then cupped his fists: "Your Highness, please speak."

The King Rong was still stroking his beard, and did not immediately speak up. He seemed to be deliberating, and it was as if he was evaluating Jiang Ting, wanting to know whether or not he was reliable. Jiang Ting was not too anxious, and also stood there quietly, as if the person in front of him was not the culprit who brought people to take over his entire family and kill his father.

"This king wants to ask Mr. Jiang to help him kill a person."

"Your Highness, please forgive me. Your Highness still remembers that Jiang Ting said that he would not help you kill someone."

"This king naturally remembers. This is the condition that Mr. Jiang agreed to let my Prince Rong's Mansion drive for three years, how could this king forget about it."

Prince Rong looked at Jiang Ting as he squinted his eyes, his fingers gently grabbing onto the armrest of the chair. No one had defied his orders for many years, even in the imperial court, when he said these words, the emperor would still obediently issue an imperial decree.

Mr. Zheng had been with him for a long time. When he saw his expression, he knew that the prince was about to kill him. He could not help but feel regret for that young man with the powerful martial arts skills.

Mr. Gao stood beside him, still wearing a treacherous expression, as if wishing for Jiang Ting to say something even more excessive to completely offend the Duke.

Mr. Zheng frowned. He didn't know where this Gao came from with so much hatred.

It was only a few words, but it was as if there was a deep hatred and hatred between the two of them. However, this Gao man was always narrow-minded, and did not want to see Jiang Ting being looked down upon by the Duke and the Crown Prince in the palace, was not impossible.

"If you don't kill someone, you might be helping that disappointing son of mine to abduct his wife and daughter."

Prince Rong smiled, the fingers on the chair's armrest stopped.

Jiang Ting looked embarrassed.

After all, this is not a glorious matter. It is true that this is all my fault, my disappointing son, for doing whatever he wants in front of me. Leaving this duke's eyes, he has even tossed the ceremonial figure aside, unable to do anything else. I have been wronged for making you follow him all this time. "

"Back then, Jiang Ting made a promise to stay in the Prince's Mansion for three years. Within these three years, as long as he doesn't kill anyone, Jiang Ting will definitely not shirk anything under the orders of the Duke. Since Your Highness wants to do something, Jiang Ting will gladly do so.

When King Rong heard this, he laughed and said, "That's right, of course this king knows that Mr. Jiang keeps his promises. It is also because of this point that this king insists on keeping Mr. Jiang in the palace. Mr. Jiang, you don't need to worry. "

Prince Rong laughed without a trace of resentment, as if the person who had released his killing intent earlier was not him.

Mr. Zheng glanced up, then quickly lowered his head.

"Forget it, This King will not force others to do anything." Since this is the case, there is another matter that I have to ask Mr. Jiang for advice on, and I hope that Mr. Jiang will not decline. "

Prince Rong was very elegant.

"Your Highness, please speak."

Jiang Ting still had that same expression and posture. If it was someone else, such rejection would be considered an offense to the Prince Rong.

However, Prince Rong did not pursue the matter with Jiang Ting.

Jiang Ting continued to do as he was told.

"It's like this. Gu Hou has asked Gu Xin to bring Wan Yin back to the village to offer her sacrifices to the ancestor. You should follow them."

Wan Yin was Gu Han's new wife, the daughter born from a concubine in Prince Rong's Mansion. She was ranked third amongst the younger sisters in the family.

"Go back to your hometown?" Jiang Ting's expression finally showed some change.

However, it only lasted for a moment before it returned to being expressionless.

The King Rong nodded and replied, "That's right. Go back to your hometown. In the village of Tongzhou, where did you just come back from?"

When he said "make a trip", it was not as simple as "make a trip".

King Rong told Jiang Ting: "Control all of Gu Xin's movements, I want to know his every move, this isn't a killing incident, Mr. Jiang, won't you go against your principles?"

The smiling King Rong was very good at being polite.