Jiang Shi did not plead guilty, and Gao Yan did not directly convict him.

Gao Yan handled the matter impartially and asked someone to find Mr. Guo, a famous master of calligraphy in Beijing, to determine whether the handwriting on the letter was written by the same person.

After all, no matter how similar two people's handwriting is, there will always be differences.

Mr. Guo is an old man over 50 years old. His greatest hobby in life is collecting calligraphy and paintings. No matter whether the calligraphy and paintings are famous or not, as long as he likes to appreciate them, he is willing to spend a fortune to buy them for collection.

Mr. Guo is the most respected wine connoisseur in the entire capital.

When he saw the calligraphy written by Jiang Shi, his eyes lit up and he immediately exclaimed: "This calligraphy is really well written, with unique ingenuity and strong brushstrokes. I wonder which master wrote this?"

Gao Yan picked up a piece of letter and gave it to him: "Take another look at this letter and see if it was written by the same person."

Mr. Guo carefully examined the handwriting on the letter and shook his head after a long moment. "Although the handwriting is very similar, it's not written by the same person. The person who wrote this letter lacked the strength of his pen, not the vigor of the person writing on this piece of rice paper."

He looked at Gao Yan anxiously, "Sixth Prince, could you tell me who wrote the words on this rice paper?"

Gao Yan was silent for a moment, then said, "The Marquis of Wu'an."

Mr. Guo was very surprised: "Wu'an Marquis's son? Which Wu'an Marquis's son?"

Gao Yan asked, "Is there another Marquis of Wu'an in the capital?"

Mr. Guo choked and said in disbelief, "Such beautiful calligraphy was actually written by the son of the Marquis of Wu'an? Isn't he frail and hasn't studied at the Imperial College in a long time?"

Gao Yan looked at the neat and upright handwriting on the rice paper, glanced at Jiang Shi with an ambiguous expression, and snorted, "Who knows? Maybe he's just biding his time."

Although Mr. Guo was itching to do so, he also knew the recent rumors in the capital that the Prince of Wu'an was suspected of forming a clique with the eldest prince and bribing tribute students, which was a crime of treason. It would not be wise to have any dealings with the Prince of Wu'an at this time.

He couldn't help but look at Jiang Shi who was standing beside him, and secretly sighed that despite the bad rumors, this Prince Jiang was very good-looking and his manners were elegant and generous.

He is worthy of being the child of Marquis Wu'an and his wife.

If you can't pursue a career in martial arts, literature is also good. Prince Jiang's handwriting is as beautiful as everyone else's.

Gao Yan said, "Since Mr. Guo said that the handwriting on the letterhead and the handwriting on the rice paper were not written by the same person, perhaps the Marquis of Wu'an was indeed wrongly accused. If the Marquis of Wu'an is truly innocent, Mr. Guo is his benefactor."

Mr. Guo smiled awkwardly and said, "I don't deserve it, I don't deserve it."

He couldn't help but look at the rice paper in Gao Yan's hand, and hesitantly asked, "Sixth Prince, do you need to bring these two handwritings to the emperor as evidence?"

"Need not."

"That……"

"Please ask Mr. Guo to come to the Dali Temple. The case has not yet been heard, so I will not personally send Mr. Guo back."

After Gao Yan had Mr. Guo sent away, he looked at Jiang Shi and said, "It seems you really have been framed."

Jiang Shi bowed his head and said, "Your Excellency is very perceptive."

Gao Yan said, "However, Mr. Guo's words alone cannot prove that you are not suspected. Prince Jiang, you will have to stay in the Dali Temple for a few more days."

Jiang Shi said calmly, "I believe that the gentlemen are very discerning and will clear my name."

Gao Yan said coldly: "I don't want to clear your name."

Although his attitude towards Jiang Shi was not good, he did not take revenge on him, acted impartially, and even asked people to take good care of him. However, he insisted on letting him die in the Dali Temple so that he would have a hard time explaining to the emperor.

After the first trial ended today, Gao Yan led his men away from the Dali Temple, and Jiang Shi was sent back to where he was imprisoned.

Dali Temple Minister Du Boling personally escorted him there.

When the jailer was about to lock the door, Du Boling suddenly said, "I have something to ask Prince Jiang. You should leave first."

"yes."

After the jailer left, Du Boling walked into the cell and looked at the tall and elegant young man in front of him. Perhaps because of the light, his eyes were a little dim.

"Does Prince Jiang really trust his fiancée?"

Jiang Shi curved his lips and smiled: "Of course I believe it."

Du Boling looked carefully at Jiang Shi's expression. He originally thought that he was pretending, but now it seems that is not the case.

He had never seen Jiang Shi look so gentle when talking about someone.

"Prince Jiang doesn't even trust the Jiang family, so why would he trust a fiancée he just met?"

He was a little worried and wanted to advise her, fearing that Jiang Shi would be seduced by her beauty.

He had seen Miss Yu, and she was indeed very pitiful. The prince was also a young man full of vigor and vitality, so it was inevitable that he would be tempted.

Jiang Shi pursed his lips slightly and looked at Du Boling. His usually gentle face was slightly cold. "Because she is my fiancée, the one who will spend my whole life with me. Why can't I trust her?"

Du Boling frowned, wanting to say something but stopping himself, but his heart skipped a beat when he saw the boy's indifferent gaze.

"Master Du, just do your job well. You don't need to pay too much attention to my personal affairs."

The boy's voice was still gentle, but Du Boling heard a hint of warning.

He lowered his eyes and sighed silently.

"I have overstepped my bounds. Please have a good rest, my lord."

Du Boling put down a thin bamboo tube and turned to leave.

Jiang Shi picked up the bamboo tube, pulled out the paper inside, lowered his eyes, and his pupils condensed slightly.

The young man pursed his lips slightly, and his usually gentle face took on a cold and sharp look.

Jiang Shi smiled faintly as his slender jade-like fingers tightly grasped the thin paper.

There are always people coveting his fiancée.

This feeling is really disgusting.

Jiang Shi had completely forgotten at this moment that he didn't really want to fulfill his engagement with Yu Tanqi at the beginning.

However, he didn't know when it started, perhaps it was the first time he saw her, or perhaps her eyes were too beautiful, he actually became greedy.

She is so fragile. If she leaves him, who can protect her?

The Xie family of Chenjun is not good enough, and Chi Li is even worse off.

Only he can protect her.

Hide her so that no one can get close to her and no one can hurt her.

…

The Wu'an Marquis Mansion was increasingly heavily guarded. Chi Li and Su Ji visited again a few days later, but were also turned away by the door servants.

The doorman said, "My prince has been imprisoned in the Dali Temple, and the palace examination is approaching. It would be best if you two gentlemen do not come again, lest you be implicated and your future be affected."

Su Ji raised an eyebrow: "Isn't Xie Jing still in the Marquis' Mansion? Aren't you afraid that his future will be affected?"

The servant said: "Mr. Xie is the cousin of my prince's fiancée. He doesn't want to leave, so we can't force him to go."

From what they said, it seemed that if possible, they also wanted Xie Jing to leave the Wu'an Marquis Mansion.

Su Ji didn't know whether he should laugh out loud, he looked at Chi Li.

The young man in blue was staring at the tightly closed gate of the marquis's mansion in a daze.

He dragged him away, "Let's go, stop acting like a wife-watching rock, it's embarrassing."

How could he have such a good friend whose mind is full of love and romance? He really made the wrong friends.