Although Baoyu still suffered some aftereffects, his life was no longer in danger. If Rongguo Mansion had not been in the midst of a crisis, Madam Wang and Granny Jia, who had rushed over upon hearing the news, would certainly have made a grand affair of it.
But given the current situation, they could only postpone the celebration.
After keeping the young and old of the household company and speaking of personal feelings and legal principles, then once again promising to do his utmost to rescue Jia She and Wang Xifeng, Sun Shaozong took the opportunity to bid them farewell.
As he left Rongguo Mansion, he deliberately questioned the gatekeeper who had delivered the message. Only after confirming that the man did not remember what Prince Yizhong looked like did he feel somewhat relieved.
It seemed Old Literary Youth had planned this long ago and had not left behind the slightest trace.
So long as news of his appearance at Rongguo Mansion did not leak out, this disturbance would pass without real danger.
However...
Since Prince Yizhong could appear at Rongguo Mansion today, there was no telling where he might show up tomorrow. Letting him roam unchecked was truly unsettling.
Yet no matter how many exceptional talents Sun Shaozong possessed, when faced with such an inhuman existence, he was like a dog trying to bite a turtle—unable to find a place to sink his teeth in.
Just as his worries deepened, the carriage suddenly jolted beneath him. The wheels had run over something hard, causing the vehicle to lurch violently.
With snow blanketing the road and obscuring the way, that was not unusual in itself.
But as the carriage shook, something fell from the roof of the cabin with a smack, landing directly in Sun Shaozong's lap.
What was this?