Staring at the neatly arranged corpses in the central courtyard, Song Yichun's chest heaved with a "wow" and spat out the little food she had eaten that morning.

  A few people who escaped with He Xiuwei were also mixed in among Song Yichun's bodyguards, their faces pale, some vomiting like Song Yichun, others standing there at a loss, and some secretly regretting not thinking of a way to hide. Only Chang Huwei looked relatively calm.

  That's just superficial.

  His heart was icy cold.

  It's all over!

  No wonder Gu Yu is so easy to talk to!

  It was actually the young master's plan to lure the tiger away from its mountain!

  The British imperial court has now fallen into the hands of the Crown Prince!

  What should I do now?

  His gaze fell on Song Yichun, who was still vomiting with the support of two guards.

  The Duke of Guo... is indecisive, and eight or nine out of ten times, it's hopeless. Fortunately, this British Embassy is still the Duke of Guo's, and even if the guards die, they can be recruited again. They also have the British Embassy's trained assassins, not completely without counterattacking power. However, the Duke of Guo and the Crown Prince are father and son after all. The Duke of Guo cannot take the Crown Prince's life at will, and the Crown Prince cannot commit treason. If this matter gets out of hand, the Duke of Guo will lose face and be humiliated, while the Crown Prince will also be guilty of disobedience. That's why the Crown Prince took advantage of the Duke's absence to kill all these loyal guards.

  As long as the young master still has something to worry about!

  The British Consulate is after all the residence of the national duke.

  He slightly calmed down and stepped forward, bowing to Song Yichun with a fist, saying in a low voice: "Duke Guo, don't you think it's best to deal with these corpses as soon as possible..."

  Hearing is one thing, seeing with one's own eyes is another. After a long time, being seen by outsiders would be bad.

  "Unfilial son! Unfilial son!" Song Yichun cursed, his soul and spirit lost, although he had an unyielding heart, but couldn't help admitting that Chang Huwei's words made sense. He could only nod and say, "You go take care of this matter - comforting the family or whatever, it's all easy to say."

  It's easy with this sentence.

  Chang Huwei let out a sigh of relief and respectfully replied "yes", then said, "Look at the young master over there..."

  "What else does that scoundrel want?" Song Yichun stomped her foot. However, a hint of panic flashed in her eyes, "He's killed so many people, I'm already lucky to not have been caught by the Shuntian Prefecture, what more does he want...” but she didn't come up with a plan on how to deal with it.

  Chang Huwei couldn't help but secretly sigh in his heart.

  The Emperor's attitude towards the Crown Prince is... nothing but a stern exterior and a gentle interior!

  He had no choice but to say: "Since the young master dares to kill someone, he must have a backup plan. Do you want to think of a countermeasure first?"

  "What countermeasure?" Song Yichun said vaguely, "What countermeasure?" Obviously, he was confused in his heart.

  Chang Huwei said in a low voice, "Should we inform Meng Huwei to bring some people over? And then there's the matter of the Crown Prince... I don't know what plans the Duke has. This rabbit is anxious and might bite people, if the Crown Prince doesn't care about the consequences... Besides Gu Yu, the Third Princess also often enters the palace... If the Crown Prince goes through them to appeal to the Emperor, even if the Emperor dislikes the Crown Prince's disobedience, he will still ask a few questions. It's better for the Duke to make a decision early!"

  Although his words were tactful, Song Yichun understood them clearly.

  Meng Huwei, in charge of managing those dead soldiers at the British Consulate.

  Now they only have some defeated soldiers, if they don't quickly transfer the highly skilled people from Meng's guard, Song Mo Wan will use the excuse of having thieves at home to continue killing them, these people are simply no match for him.

  How will this matter be settled?

  If he decides to take action against Song Mo, Song Mo will definitely go to the emperor to complain. He must come up with strong evidence to prove Song Mo's guilt; if he can't come up with strong evidence, he'll have to think of a way to calm things down as soon as possible.

  Thinking of this, Song Yichun couldn't help but shudder involuntarily.

  After Empress Dowager's dignity was established throughout the country, there were some petty people who spoke slanderous words in front of the Emperor, saying that the Crown Prince was unfilial. The Emperor became enraged and said, "If a son is not taught well, it is the father's fault; if a daughter is not taught well, it is the mother's fault." Are you implying that I am to blame? He had several people who spoke these words dragged to the market and beheaded. Afterwards, he still resentfully said, "These people are just bullying the Crown Prince because he was young and lost his parents, this is what I hate the most!"

  The emperor treated Empress Shen with great respect. It was five years after her death that he appointed the gentle and kind Concubine Wan as empress.

  Chiang has just passed away.

  Song Mo is going to report to the Emperor, but he can't come up with a valid reason, and it's likely that he'll be in trouble when he faces the Emperor!

  "You're absolutely right, you're absolutely right!" Song Yichun wiped the sweat from his forehead and hastily instructed Chang Huwei, "You quickly notify Meng Huwei to bring all of his men over..." As for what to do with Song Mo, he pursed his lips, his expression gloomy.

  Being able to be Song Yichun's confidant, there must be something extraordinary about him.

  Some things can be said but not done, some things can be done but not said.

  The relationship between Song's father and son is one of being able to talk but not act.

  He can remind Song Yichun, but he cannot intervene in the affairs between father and son.

  Chang Huwei respectfully gave a salute to Song Yichun, sent someone to inform Meng Huwei, and then took several guards to deal with the pile of corpses that looked like naked challenge letters.

  The bloody scene in the main hall made Song Yichun feel that the entire British Consulate had become a purgatory, and he was escorted by several guards to rest in a small house next to the sedan chair hall where the sedan bearers and horsemen usually dusted themselves off.

  At the time of the lanterns, Meng Huwei arrived with more than twenty guards.

  These guards were obviously more experienced in handling corpses than the ordinary guards, and with their help, when the third watch drum sounded, if one ignored the faint smell of blood that seeped through the puddles on the ground, and ignored the timid expressions of the maids, the British Consulate had barely returned to normal.

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  Covered with a quilt and wearing only his underclothes, Song Mo lay on the bed, smiling as he gazed at Song Han who was lying beside him: "It's so late, aren't you going to sleep?"

  Song Han twisted his body beside his brother: "Brother, I want to sleep with you!"

  "No way!" Song Mo laughed and said, "I'm in so much pain now, what if you accidentally touch my wound in the middle of the night?"

  Song Han listened carefully and gently touched his brother's hand, saying: "Next time if Father hits you again, I'll go with you to beg for mercy!"

  "Good!" Song Mo smiled warmly and said again: "Go rest now!"

  Li Bai smiled and stepped forward to take Song Han's hand, saying: "Second Master. We shouldn't delay the young master's rest and recovery."

  Li Bai was also a big maid by Jiang's side in the past, because of her gentle and steady temperament, she became Song Han's big maid.

  She had been keeping Song Han company in the mourning hall located on the east side of the upper house since early morning.

  Song Mo rushed in and immediately dispatched capable people to guard the four sides of the mourning hall.

  She knew something big had happened and kept coaxing Song Hansheng to stay in the mourning hall.

  After Song Mo cleaned up Xi Zhi Tang, he immediately had Li Bai send Song Han over, saying that he had angered his father and was beaten by him, and his guards and the guards in the mansion had a conflict.

  Song Han was half-believing and half-doubting, but he didn't ask any more questions.

  Listening to Li Bai say that Song Mo also needs to rest, he nodded obediently and followed Li Bai as she withdrew.

  Xia Lian brought in a bowl of dark, ink-like medicinal soup.

  The people who had served Song Mo closely in the past were all beaten and unable to move, those who could move were all third- or fourth-rate characters. Xia Lu didn't dare entrust the important task of decocting medicine to others, so he had to do it himself.

  Song Mo took the medicine and drank it all in one gulp, then asked Xiaoluan: "Has Father's men cleaned up everything outside?"

  "Yes!" Xiaolong responded just as Chen He, with red and swollen eyes and a pale complexion, walked in.

  He held a bowl of porridge in his hand.

  Song Mo sighed and said, "Didn't I tell you to go back and accompany your wet nurse? Why are you still here? There are people who can handle these things..."

  "Prince," Chen He didn't argue. He simply placed the porridge on a nearby stool and said in a low voice, "Wuyi and Songluo are both doing well, once their injuries heal, I'll go back to see my mother, it's not too late." He also said, "Prince, you haven't eaten much today, I added some yam to the porridge according to your usual preference, try some!" A hint of stubbornness flashed in his eyes.

  Everyone has their own persistence.

  Song Mo didn't say anything else and lay down on the bed drinking porridge.

  The guard sent to find Nurse Xiao has returned.

  "Your Highness," he said with his head bowed, "Nanny Shao passed away ten days ago... They say she accidentally fell from the stairs and broke her neck. She died on the spot..."

  Song Mo stopped in his tracks.

  He stared blankly at the white porridge in the bowl, letting the faint warmth hit his face.

  After a long time, he silently continued to finish the porridge and instructed Xiaoluan: "No matter what, find a way to find the several senior maids by my mother's side!"

  They never found those few maidservants.

  Xia Lian solemnly accepted it and handed Song Mo over to Chen He, then retreated.

  Song Mo started writing letters again.

  Song Yichun was pacing back and forth restlessly in the house.

  This is an opportunity.

  Once lost, it's hard to meet again.

  But if I persist, what should I say in front of His Majesty?

  He is having a headache, and the nurse came over.

  "National Grandfather," he said in a low voice, "Second Master is now at Yizhitang!"

  The two sons were very close, and Song Mo feared that Song Han would be frightened, so he took him to the Yizhitang, which was normal.

  Song Yichun didn't understand what Chang Houxue meant for a moment.

  Chang Huwei stepped forward and whispered: "Duke Guo, if the young master is unfavorable to the second master, then..."

  Song Yichun's eyelids jumped at what he heard.

  How come he didn't think of it?

  Song Mo killed the guards of the British Consulate, and with a fearless attitude, he arranged the corpses in that way. He was no longer the son he used to know, he had become the second Jiang Meiqing!

  Song Yichun took a deep breath and said, "What should we do now?"

  "Guo Gong Ye still wants to think about how to confront Shi Zi Ye in front of the Emperor!" A hint of unusual color flashed at the bottom of Chang Hu Wei's eyes.

  He has already tied a life-and-death feud with Song Mo. Once Song Mo becomes the Duke of England, his fate can be imagined.

  Song Yichun asked him: "What's your good idea?"

  This kind of thing can only be thought of by those scholars who are familiar with the classics, how did he know?

  Chang Huwei racked his brains and came up with several ideas, all of which were vetoed by Song Yichun.

  The distant sound of the fourth watch drum is heard.

  Song Yichun gritted her teeth and ordered the maid: "Go and invite Mr. Tao!"

  Mr. Tao's name is Chi, and his style name is Qi Zhong, he is his most powerful assistant.

  He had originally wanted to ask him to think of a foolproof plan, but as a result, the pottery was full of nonsense, bringing out people like Duke Wen of Jin and Emperor Wu of Han, saying that he was furious... Unexpectedly, in the end, he still had to ask for his help to deal with the aftermath.

  These martial men may listen and obey, but they are like dog meat, never able to sit at the main table!

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  Sisters and brothers, we can go back tomorrow!

  o(n_n)o~

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