Chen Heng asked Zhenzhu, Achan and other servants to go downstairs and made tea for them as usual.

"Xie Jian, I really misjudged you. The Crown Prince is now guarding the border, and we should be guarding the crown prince's position for him." Meng Xuanlang was so angry that his face turned green. "Now that the Emperor is critically ill, you do whatever the Fourth Prince tells you to do."

"This is my job." Xie Jian said coldly.

"What do you mean by 'one's duty'? It's you who deliberately flatter and curry favor with the Fourth Prince. Even Lord Qin's power has been weakened, but you are deeply trusted by the Fourth Prince. Tell me, have you been the Fourth Prince's man from the beginning?" At the end, Meng Xuanlang beat his chest.

"Have you ever wondered why the emperor is critically ill?" Xie Jian sat down.

"The Emperor has been ill for several months." Meng Xuanlang was stunned and looked at Xie Jian puzzledly: "What do you want to say?"

"The crown prince's position as heir to the throne cannot be maintained."

Meng Xuanlang is upright and only wants to be a loyal and honest minister. That doesn't mean he's stupid. "Impossible! Don't talk nonsense. This kind of person will lose his head."

"Do you think that if His Royal Highness ascends the throne, the Fourth Prince won't lose his head? If that's the case, why doesn't he give it a try?"

Meng Xuanlang looked at Xie Jian for a long time, and out of the corner of his eye he saw his sister-in-law drinking tea and listening to their conversation at the side, and he said anxiously: "Sister-in-law, this kind of thing is not something a woman like you should listen to." It would be fine if it was just a normal thing, but the more people knew about this kind of thing, the more dangerous it would be.

"Oh." Shen Heng responded and left.

Xie Jian glanced at his wife's figure. He had never seen Ah Heng panic when she met Da Xian.

When Chen Heng left the hall, she happened to hear her eldest sister-in-law's laughter coming from the nanny's room. The two were talking about Min'er, and no one knew what they were talking about, but they looked so happy.

Half an hour later when Meng Xuanlang left.

After returning to the room, Xie Jian thought Ah Heng would ask him something, however, she just counted the accounts and asked nothing.

"Not curious?" Xie Jian asked.

"You've talked so much." Chen Heng continued to count the accounts: "Is there anything else I can't listen to?" She has seen many cases like the struggle for the throne.

"Ten days ago, I ordered Dawei to go to the border and tell the prince about the situation in the palace. Let him make contingency plans." Xie Jian picked up a book on the table and opened a page.

Shen Heng looked at him in surprise: "Ajian?"

Xie Jian smiled faintly: "Aheng, what do you think General Gongsun was thinking when he shot the arrow at the young general?"

Did he think about his responsibilities as a general? Did he think about the hundreds of thousands of people he left behind? Did he think about his family? Shen Heng didn't know, but the people would remember him, and history would remember him.

"For the first time, I truly understood that the dynasty I once despised and even wanted to destroy actually had people willing to protect it." Xie Jian pondered, "The place where I live is not only mine, but also A'heng's, my sister-in-law's, Min'er's, General Gongsun's, and even every single citizen's."

Chen Da stared at Xie Jian in a daze. She had told these words to Crown Prince Liu Yu in the art of incantation, but she never expected that Xie Jian would think the same way.

"If a person like the prince wants to be bad, why doesn't he be bad to the end?" Xie Jian murmured.

For the first time, Shen Heng saw the confusion in Xie Jian's eyes. At this moment, she suddenly wanted to tell Xie Jian the secret of Liu Yu, so that he would feel happier if he had something on the prince.

In the end, Shen Heng kept it a secret; it wasn't the right time yet.

As for when to tell it, she didn't know.

Chen Heng couldn't answer Xie Jian's question. Yes, if people want to be bad, why can't they be bad to the end?

If you like to gossip, then always be a gossipmonger.

If you like to curse, then always be a curser.

How can I respond to such fickleness?