Don't Panic, Husband: Every Woman in the Prince's Residence Is a Force to Be Reckoned With
Su Yao pressed her hand against the case file, feeling a little dizzy.
If this gets out, it won't just Murong Xue.
The entire Prince Yi's Residence will be dragged into the treason case.
She looked at Murong Xue and spoke, word by word.
That's the end of that sentence.
Murong Xue looked down at her.
Su Yao did not back down.
"My husband is merely here to observe the proceedings; he is not a prisoner."
"Even if he is imprisoned, if you dare to lead a prison break, his innocence will be turned into treason."
"You dare to have someone disguise His Majesty? Forget about saving him, the entire Prince Yi's Residence's mansion will die for your idea!"
Murong Xue's feet, which were resting on the chair, did not move.
She looked down at the scimitar.
"What a hassle."
"Even without disguise, I'm confident I can take you all away."
Su Yao said, "Even if you're confident, you're not allowed to act rashly."
She lowered her voice.
" Murong Xue, listen to me carefully."
"If one day we really reach the final step, we can't follow your old methods."
Murong Xue frowned.
"Why?"
Shen Ling'er replied in a low voice.
"Because the defenses of the capital are different from those on the grasslands, your caravan isn't strong enough to fight them."
"Your actions will only hasten the death of your whole family."
"Think about it calmly. If your grasslands are so powerful, why would you need to come here for a marriage alliance?"
Murong Xue looked at her.
"You think I came here for a political marriage because I'm afraid..."
She stopped mid-sentence, quickly covering her mouth and feigning a cough.
"Okay, okay, I'll listen to you."
Shen Ling'er quickly hugged the medicine box and moved half an inch closer to Su Yao.
Su Yao continued, "Silver notes, medicine, horses, weapons, and travel permits—these can be prepared."
"But not now."
"The emperor is already suspicious, and now that he's taken the elixir, no one knows what might happen in the Hall of Supreme Ultimate."
"My husband is dealing with His Majesty at the front; we can't add fuel to the fire in the backyard."
Lin Qingdai crossed her arms.
"Then why did you ask me who was afraid of being implicated?"
Su Yao looked at her.
"Testing the waters."
Lin Qingdai raised an eyebrow.
Are you testing us?
"Right."
Su Yao pushed the teacup to the center of the table, the porcelain bottom touching the wooden table with a soft sound.
"Husbands and wives are like birds in the same forest; when disaster strikes, they fly away separately."
"I need to know if anyone sitting here tonight is already thinking of leaving."
Lin Qingdai tapped the sword sheath with her fingertips.
He stared at Su Yao for a few moments, then didn't retort.
Xie Wanqing said softly, " Sister Su is afraid that people's hearts will be scattered."
Shen Ling'er nodded.
"The results are in."
"No one is afraid, no one runs away, we are good sisters who work together."
Murong Xue corrected.
"I'm going to run away."
"But I'm planning to take Gu Moran with me and run away with you all."
Shen Ling'er raised her hand and pressed it to her forehead.
"Okay, okay, you're better."
The tension in the hall finally eased a little.
Su Yao glanced at everyone.
Shen Ling'er was playful, but she never let go of her medicine box.
Lin Qingdai stood instead of sitting, her boots always pointing towards the hall door.
Xie Wanqing's plain paper was pressed into creases, which she smoothed over once, then again.
Liu Ruyan only drank half a cup of tea, her fingertips resting on the rim of the cup, and didn't change the tea when it got cold.
Murong Xue is the simplest.
They were even planning a prison break.
Su Yao felt a slight relief.
At least no one backed out.
That's enough.
She pointed to the copy of the case file in the middle of the table.
Since no one is leaving, let each of you lay out what you can do for your husbands.
" Murong Xue is right about one phrase: 'to plan ahead.'"
"My husband is being targeted by many people now; we can't let him fight this battle alone."
"Sisters, please take a look at the case file."
"Let me make this clear first: no taking action without authorization."
The case file was passed around among the people.
The main hall remained quiet for half an hour.
The night grew deeper, and the only sound outside was the rustling of wind and rain hitting the leaves.
Xie Wanqing raised her head first.
" Sister Su, fellow sisters."
"I think running away is the worst possible option."
She pushed out the stack of plain paper beside her.
"If my husband is truly implicated, he will certainly be implicated first at the South City Martial Workshop, accused of using emergency shelters, martial arts schools, and charitable funds to privately support martial artists."
"Then he said he plotted to kill Ye Qingyun and framed the Crown Prince."
Shen Ling'er looked at the stack of papers.
Wow, you wrote so much!
Murong Xue leaned closer, frowning as she looked at the text, "It all seems to be names?"
"Is this your list of assassins?"
Xie Wanqing smiled and gently patted Murong Xue's hand.
" Sister Murong, things don't necessarily have to involve fighting and killing."
"These people are former students and friends of the Imperial Academy, the Hanlin Academy, the Censorate, and various county governments."
Lin Qingdai frowned.
"What can scholars do? They're not as good as us military generals."
Xie Wanqing wasn't angry.
" Sister Lin, you've been to the Grand Commandant's Residence, you should know that sometimes a scholar's words are more deadly than a knife."
She spread out the plain paper.
"They cannot bring knives into the palace, but they can let the scholars in the capital know that Prince Yi has funded the establishment of the martial arts academy, which is officially registered by the government, not a privately maintained army."
"Emergency shelters are for the poor, not for bribing quack doctors."
" Ye Qingyun's death was a backlash from unorthodox martial arts techniques, a result of storming the shed with a knife, and a resistance to arrest."
"It shouldn't all be blamed on my husband."
Su Yao stopped holding the plain paper.
In the imperial court, Gu Moran could not boast.
If the common people speak up for him, it could easily turn into a situation similar to that of the crown prince.
But if a scholar stands up and talks about rules, case files, and government records, the weight of his words changes.
This path is viable, but we must not take too big a step, otherwise the emperor will suspect that Gu Moran forming a faction in secret.
Shen Ling'er immediately slammed her hand on the table.
"This is better than breaking him out of prison."
The teacup jumped from the shock.
Seeing Murong Xue's displeased look, she quickly protected the medicine box and added another sentence.
"I'm not saying that Sister Murong's prison break was bad."
"A prison break was pretty thrilling."
"After the robbery, I might really have to go with you to the grasslands to open a clinic."
Murong Xue nodded seriously.
"It's not impossible."
"The grasslands are desperately in need of good doctors."
Shen Ling'er looked at her, somewhat speechless.
" Sister Murong, does my husband get tired of talking to you all the time?"
Lin Qingdai chuckled, but quickly straightened her face again.
Su Yao picked up Xie Wanqing's plain paper and read two lines.
The handwriting is neat and well-organized.
She looked at Xie Wanqing.
"Have you thought it all through?"
"Lord Xie has always disliked getting involved in muddy waters, and he doesn't want too many scholars to step forward."
Xie Wanqing nodded.
"I will send a message to my father; he will know what to do."
"I don't ask him to protect his own, I just want him to give me justice."
She paused, her fingers pressing against the edge of the plain paper.
If there is no justice in this world, what is the point of studying?
Liu Ruyan put down her teacup and finally spoke.
"The scholar has a sister named Xie."
She looked up at Su Yao.
"I'll handle things this way in the marketplace."
Shen Ling'er immediately looked at her.
Liu Ruyan said, "I can notify Flower-Between Pavilion."
"If anyone still won't let His Highness off the hook, Flower-Between Pavilion will spread the scandals of those officials in the court."
"Let's stir up the whole city's turmoil."