This is Jiang Mi, the eighth prince back then. Even without a blood test to prove kinship, everyone pretty much believed him.

Even if you can find two people of similar age in this world, it is not easy to find people who are exactly the same age.

The truth can be found by having someone who can examine bones.

"Hmph, there are countless people in the world who look alike. If someone wants to be made crown prince just because of their appearance, then who knows how many people would be waiting to be made crown prince? What makes the Duke of Wei prove that he is the eighth prince?"

Shen Bochun still looked unconvinced. Yin Enci looked at him and saw him with his arms crossed, acting like a dead pig that wasn't afraid of boiling water. She was furious.

"If Lord Shen doesn't believe me, he can simply invite someone from the Imperial Hospital to examine the bones; that should be enough to determine the Eighth Prince's age..."

Having the Imperial Medical Academy examine his bones is a risky business. Not only is bone examination not something everyone can do, but even if they find that his bones match the Eighth Prince's age, does that prove he is indeed the Eighth Prince? Although there are very few people born in the same year who look alike, there are all sorts of people in the martial arts world. There are no secret techniques that people can't do, only things you can't imagine.

What if this is a conspiracy that has been planned for sixteen years?

There are quite a few people who think this way, and Yin Enci knows it too, but he only needs most people to believe it.

"I grew up in the palace!"

Just as the situation reached a stalemate, Jiang Mi suddenly spoke up.

He was dressed in an ordinary royal blue brocade robe, and was slightly shorter than Jiang Wang. As the current emperor's half-brother, this height difference was normal, and he could even see a resemblance to Consort Jin in his eyes and brows.

He really is Jiang Mi.

His sudden outburst silenced everyone, who waited to hear what he would say.

Tan Yonglin's fingertips trembled slightly. Could everything be as the Empress had imagined? But how did the Empress know?

When this man, who claimed to have grown up in the palace, entered, he had a vacant look in his eyes and seemed to be in poor spirits. He waited quietly while everyone was talking, but suddenly he said this. Could it be that the Duke of Wei had arranged this in advance?