"Who knows how you found out, or if there's any other evidence?" In truth, Zu'an had already believed it. He finally understood why, even though he had never met the Grand Master, the Grand Master had taken the initiative to help him conceal his affair with the Crown Princess, and why he had shown him inexplicable goodwill afterward.

“Other evidence,” the old servant was taken aback, not expecting that someone in the world would refuse royal status. “This… to prevent the news from leaking and to protect your safety, the chief priest specifically eliminated all kinds of things that could prove your identity.”

Zuan snorted: "That means there's no evidence."

He was a perfectly good transmigrator; wouldn't it be better to live a carefree life? He didn't want to get involved in the grudges of the previous generation.

The old servant frowned, thought for a while, and then his eyes lit up: "That's right, the imperial physician Ma An, the eunuch Xiao Weizi, and Xiao Mizi were involved in the murder of the former dynasty's prince. They should have some clues, but it seems that these people have all disappeared."

Zu An was startled. Xiao Wei Zi and Xiao Mi Zi should refer to Wei Dan and Old Man Mi, right? Calculating their ages, they did match. He never expected that the two of them had such a deep connection with him.

They left behind a storage bag, but the seal on it has never been broken, and they don't know if there are any clues inside.

And then there's Ma An, who tried to harm me back then, but ended up killing me instead. It was truly a destined bond.

"These people are either missing or dead. If you say that, then there's no way to verify it." Zu An remained calm, clearly not wanting to take on this responsibility.

What does the matter of the Chen family's imperial grandson have to do with my Zu'an?

The old servant said in a deep voice, "These people are indeed nowhere to be found, but there is still one person who was involved in the plot to murder the prince back then, and we can get information from him."

"Who?" Zu An asked instinctively.

"Bi Qi, the Right Vice Minister of the Ministry of Personnel and the biological father of the current Crown Princess," the old servant slowly uttered a name.

Zuan: "..."

Just when I thought I was terrified, the chief priest fell in love with someone he shouldn't have, trapped in an ethical dilemma that he couldn't resolve on his own.

Why is it my turn so soon?

Bi Linglong's father turned out to be the man who killed her family!

This is truly a terrifying sight!

Zuan suddenly stood up: "Alright, there's no need to talk to me about this. I don't care whether what you call a grandson of the emperor is true or false. I have my own life, and I'm very happy now. I don't want to shoulder any missions from others. If you want to be the grandson of the emperor, then be it yourself."

It's funny, really; a prince of a fallen dynasty is less capable than an ordinary person.

Not only would they not enjoy any of the benefits of being a prince, but they would also have to bear a whole host of inexplicable obligations and risks. Only a fool would do that.

Seeing that he was about to leave, the old servant became anxious: "Your Highness, do you know how many loyal ministers and righteous men have paid the price of their lives to protect the bloodline of the Meng Dynasty over the years, and how many people have spent their entire lives guarding this secret?"

Zuan remained completely calm: "What does this have to do with me?"

The old servant gasped for breath, then said, "Even if you don't care about those people, can you really ignore the hatred for your own parents?"

"Your father suffered a hidden ailment when he was young, which led to his untimely death."

"Your mother was targeted by assassins because of you, and she was desperately protecting you even in her last moments."

Upon hearing this, Zu'an frowned, but ultimately said nothing and walked down the mountain.

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