Chapter 18: That’s right, this is Prince Yan.

The Chang'an area is deep in the forest and garden. It seems to be a pure secret place in the deep forest and secluded tower in the valley, but in fact it is filled with densely populated death warriors, like stars in the sky.

As the tall and handsome man in the dragon robe strode forward, he casually took off his sword and gave it to the female warrior guarding the gate in front of the archway. The latter dragged the sword, bowed her head, and took three steps back.

The man did not stop and walked directly into the small courtyard.

In the past, I had no interest in flowers and plants, but as soon as I entered this courtyard, I looked at them carefully and slowed down my pace.

He knows the graceful growth of every flower and plant in the garden, how they are cared for, and how they withstand wind and rain.

This kind of meticulousness and casualness helps him to naturally look at the woman among the flowers and plants.

The other person was holding a kettle. When he noticed him coming, he glanced at him sideways, but pursed his lips, put down the kettle, and stepped back three steps to salute.

"Meet the prince."

Her clothes are plain and her face is simple, but she outshines all the flowers in color.

Prince Yan stopped a few steps away, calmly and politely saying, "Madam Xu, please excuse the formalities. Would you like to eat?"

He was holding a lunch box in his hand.

He took two steps forward and placed it on the stone table beside her.

Xu Junrong was born with a fragrance that could be concealed by the presence of hundreds of flowers, but at a close distance, the fragrance could still be clearly discerned, as if she was standing there, the beauty of a Tianshan lotus shimmering in the water.

She bowed again in thanks.

Prince Yan's fingers, rough from years of holding swords and spears, were extremely rough. As he rubbed them, he said, "Aren't you going to eat now?"

Xu Junrong was stunned. He had never been like this before.

"Although I have lost my memory, I still remember that I was married, that I loved my husband, and that I had a daughter. But I can't remember anything else."

Prince Yan stared at her, suddenly smiled, sat down, opened the lunch box for her, and took out a variety of exquisite breakfasts inside.

"Yes, something unexpected happened back then, and you fell seriously ill. You forgot a lot of things for a while."

"Because those people outside have been talking nonsense recently and have implicated you, you were worried about implicated your only daughter who already had a stable life, so you thought of it."

"Now that you remember, I will help you find your daughter."

"no sooner said than done."

When he said this, Xu Junrong lowered her eyes, tugged at her sleeve with her delicate fingers, and smiled softly, "Your Highness is kind."

Prince Yan: "I'm afraid you are the only one in this world who thinks I'm kind."

Xu Junrong: "I know this because the prince and my husband have been brothers for many years. Otherwise, you would not have risked your life to rescue us and protect us mother and daughter."

The dishes fell on the stone surface, making a slightly noticeable crisp sound.

Prince Yan was born with double pupils, which locked onto her, their gaze obscure and unclear, but he remained courteous. "Madam, you remembered this just in time?"

"So remind me?"

Xu Yourong did not speak, nor did he act timid, but responded with silence.

The atmosphere was silent and depressing.

After a while, Prince Yan set the table and placed the chopsticks in front of her.

This wasn't the first time she'd been watched while eating.

I was afraid that she would go on a hunger strike, so I didn’t want her to become weak and wanted her to live well all these years.

She wanted to protect her daughter, and he promised. She never revealed the secret and kept it secret, and he did not force her.

Just one thing.

"This prince reminds himself every day, so there is no need for Madam to remind him again and again."

"Not letting you go is the only thing I'm doing that's going against my wife's wishes."

Others...

He didn't say.

Until Xu Yourong finished his meal, he didn't want to be alone with him, so he said goodbye and went back to his room.

She closed the door.

He sat there in silence for a while, until night fell, then he got up.

This man was so handsome and tall that the doors and windows looked frail and weak in front of him.

The shadow stretched across the door.

Through the door, the peerless beauty inside looked forward and saw her unclear self in the bronze mirror on the dressing table.

She was a little dazed, as if she saw Yan Que holding his young daughter and walking behind her, leaning against her cheek to tease her and be affectionate to her.

He also thought of Yan Que being brutally murdered in front of him, and at the critical moment, the man outside the door happened to arrive.

It was so timely and so perfect that she couldn't believe it.

Young couple, supporting each other for many years.

She can't let go of the past, but she can't control her future.

If this person casually mentions her daughter again, she, as a mother, will have to give in.

Or maybe she couldn't suppress the longing and worry accumulated over the years, and gave in to him first in exchange for greater benefits and care.

He wouldn't refuse either.

This is a game in itself.

There was no actual attack, but it was just because of his inherent pride and adherence to brotherhood?

In the silence, suddenly, Prince Yan took two steps forward...the footsteps were clear.

Xu Junrong leaned against the door, silent.

After a while, the footsteps outside faded away.

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Jiang Hui didn't want to bring this up, but this person mentioned the sentence that Yan Que shouted before his death.

He then realized that there was a case within the case, and the monarch's attitude in weighing the censor's impeachment was very subtle, and it was very likely related to the palace affairs of the past.

Your Highness?

How could His Highness's death bring about such a great disaster...

What happened in recent years?

Yan Que became famous at a young age and entered the Imperial Medical Bureau at an early age. He had a bright future and was exposed to so many things, more than these princes and nobles.

If the prince's son was killed by a conspiracy, it would not be a big deal at all. He could not count the number of such people on his hands. Every year, there were also many princes who died from illness or various private fights within the palace. After all, other princes also had many wives and concubines and many children, but he only had a pair of siblings, which was considered strange.

Unless it is...the son of the monarch, that is, the little prince.

He is also a very favored little prince and the younger brother of Prince Yan and others.

Jiang Hui thought about it for a long time but couldn't figure out which young uncle Wang who died young was it. After all, he was not very old. When the incident happened, he was younger than Yan Siqing. Later, he joined the war at a young age, so how could he know these things?

But since it is such a secret matter and may offend the emperor's majesty, it is definitely not a small matter. Yan Siqing cannot die.

Otherwise, if his father really had Madam Yan Que in his hands, which would be irrefutable evidence of his involvement, it would be difficult to explain.

He could only mention the impeachment of the censor...

Yan Siqing was angry.

The tea drops splashed on his face.

Ruo Zhao and others who were guarding outside the door could not hear the conversation inside, but the sound of the teacup falling on the table was too loud.

The young lady would definitely not be able to hurt her own prince. Maybe they had a quarrel?

It could also be that the prince is angry and wants to hurt his wife...

After all, he was a guard, so Ruozhao's first reaction was to lean forward and look inside.

Take a look, close your eyes and pretend you didn’t see it.

Hmm... didn't you notice that there was a piece of tea leaf stuck on the face of our prince, with water droplets dripping from it?

It’s over, it’s over. Isn’t the prince going to chop the young lady to pieces alive?

But with his eyes closed, he didn't hear any tragic noises or women crying, so he opened his eyes out of curiosity.

I just saw the prince silently take out...a handkerchief.

Wipe your face?

So obedient and patient?

Ruozhao soon discovered that he had underestimated his own prince.

He handed the handkerchief to Yan Siqing.

Let her wipe her hands.

Yan Siqing has always been good at forbearance and has always been able to endure it, but he really couldn't bear it.

This bastard is such a bastard.

How can it be so infuriating?

But the moment this person handed over the handkerchief with eager eyes, his anger was relieved a lot.

——If there were no suspicion of hidden secrets involving the elders and the family murder, she would have admired the other person deep down.

The young man guarded the frontier, made many military achievements, and returned still young.

Especially since even if he did nothing, he was still the emperor's eldest grandson who was favored by the emperor.

Her talent, ability, and courage are hard to ignore.

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She used the back of her hand to separate the handkerchief, and her tone was cool and respectful: "Your Highness is too polite. No need, just wipe yourself."

Jiang Hui: "Okay, that means Madam doesn't blame me anymore. You're so magnanimous. I admire you!"

No matter what grudges and entanglements their parents' generation had, before anything was concluded, he had to admit that he admired her.

Yan Siqing: “….”

She closed her eyes.

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She stopped talking, not knowing whether she agreed with his admiration.

Just take it as the default.

Jiang Hui silently wiped the tea leaves off his face and folded the handkerchief slowly and meticulously.

"If we go to Chang'an, the Dali Temple will intervene. Just tell the truth. This prince is not a treacherous person, and I have no intention of asking you to falsify your testimony to exonerate my father. After all, from what you said, you suspect the knife was left behind by the real murderer to frame my father. Otherwise, it would be too obvious. And you are willing to let you and your daughter live, so there is still some wiggle room."

"Nothing has been concluded yet. You and I are both calm and rational people. Let's sit down and talk it over."

"All I want is for you not to be blinded by an unresolved feud and be determined to identify my father. Let's all be honest and open..."

Yan Siqing actually thought the same way, otherwise he would not have avoided the other party when he first saw him appear in Yancheng. Prince Yan was much more powerful back then than he is now, and he was a sure-shot choice for the crown prince. The monarch also relied on him greatly, and he had a large group of cousins ​​under him. No new prince could threaten his position.

There is no need to get involved in the prince's death.

"Your Highness, will you believe me?" Yan Siqing was a little curious.

Since they had finished eating and talking, she didn't want to stay alone in a room for too long with a stranger whose families were suspected of having a grudge against each other, so she was about to leave.

Jiang Hui: "I thought about it over and over last night. If I hadn't intervened, you wouldn't have been able to deal with the Lin family. The waterway I arranged for your daughter and her group would have avoided the Lin family's influence and the areas controlled by local officials who are on good terms with He Zhihong. Looking closely at the sea feng shui map, and considering our destination, the only route we can take is the Swallow Gorge waterway."

"But it's also possible that if you want to send people outside the Great Wall, you'll have to switch from water to land, through the northern desert."

"Choose one of the two."

"But let me remind you, if it's the Yanzi Gorge waterway, the naval commander there is unidentified as to which of my uncles is under the command of the commander. Perhaps it's Prince Qi, or perhaps someone else... If they can send a pigeon in time and their intelligence is accurate enough, they could even capture your daughter from there to control you."

"Since you and I are now in the same camp, if you want me to help you, I will never refuse."

His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is so hypocritical. He just said that they should be honest with each other, but now he doesn't mention any threats, but instead wants to add the credit for the favor.

The second favor.

I want both and more.

Still deliberately asking her to beg him softly...

He had no intention of letting the Shen family go step by step, and he didn't trust her. He had to have the absolute weak point Shen Zhaozhao in his hands.

That’s right, this is Prince Yan.

The court's arrangements and party affiliation he mentioned were also inside stories that she, a mere businessman, could not be sure of.

Yan Siqing's heart suddenly sank.

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