Chapter 229 Suspicion of Prince Jing

After looking for a long time, Concubine Shu didn't see anything special in An Jiu.

To be honest, she was just average. There were so many beauties in the palace, and she was not outstanding.

Let’s talk about something else…

She didn't care about anything else, she only looked at appearance. Everything else could be disguised, but appearance was real. For example, the emperor, no matter how good he was at pretending, was really handsome, and just one look at him could make one happy for more than ten days.

An Jiu felt uncomfortable being stared at by her, and Eunuch Li came out at this time, smiled at the two concubines Shu De and said, "My two ladies, His Majesty has let Xiao Jiu in."

Concubine Shu nodded: "Go in."

Does she dare to stop him?

This is the emperor's beloved little darling.

She was afraid they would eat her.

It’s protected so tightly!

Concubine De tightly grasped her handkerchief and said nothing.

An Jiu entered Guanghua Palace under the gaze of the two concubines.

The moment she saw the emperor, she breathed a sigh of relief and felt instantly at ease.

"His Majesty."

The emperor was reading a memorial. He didn't even raise his eyelids when he heard this. He asked in a very cold tone, "What happened last night?"

He remembered that he was taking a shower, and when he woke up it was the next morning...

It’s a hard feeling to describe.

Very thrilling.

An Jiu told him everything that happened last night.

After hearing this, the emperor put down the memorial.

"You mean, he took you to see Prince Jing?"

An Jiu nodded.

The emperor lowered his eyes. Obviously, he thought the same thing as An Jiu at that time.

"Why did he go to Prince Jing?"

An Jiu "..."

I don't know, you went there by yourself.

The emperor was silent. Although he didn't say anything, An Jiu heard his thoughts.

He was reviewing what happened at the hot spring villa last time.

No matter how big or small.

for example……

[Li Defu said that Prince Jing sent me a basket of fruit.]

An Jiu: Oh, yes.

"Your room is next to mine, but when you woke up, there were fruits on the table in your room?" asked the emperor.

An Jiu: "Ah... yes."

[So, the fruit in Xiaojiu's room was picked by him.]

"You went there again later, didn't you?"

An Jiu: “…Yes.”

The tyrant was familiar with the route at the time, so An Jiu concluded that he must have been there once.

[It is possible that he met Prince Jing when he first went to pick fruit. ]

An Jiu "..."

I'll go.

yes.

Why didn't she think of it at that time.

Just busy thinking about all sorts of things.

"Prince Jing is very smart." The emperor chuckled, "He is as smart as I am."

An Jiu didn't understand what he meant. Did he suspect that there was something wrong with Prince Jing?

The emperor continued, "At the Hot Spring Villa, he already knew that something was wrong with me, but he didn't show any abnormality. I never believe in coincidences. Prince Jing didn't often return to the capital to live before, and I have never been to his house."

The relationship between the emperor and Prince Jing was actually not that good.

An Jiu understood instantly.

"Your Majesty, do you mean that person secretly met with Prince Jing in private?"

That's what the emperor meant.

An Jiu frowned.

"Maybe it's for the delicious food. He said yesterday that Prince Jing had some."

The emperor glanced at her.

A bit helpless.

【Stupid goose. 】

[How is this possible? Do you really think we are brothers? ]

He had always known that Prince Jing was jealous of him, but he didn't care because every one of his brothers was jealous of him.

An Jiu "..."

Come to think of it, what the emperor said was not wrong. Prince Jing knew that something was wrong with the emperor, but he still secretly met with the tyrant. What did he want to do?

Moreover, how did he make such a violent tyrant obey?

This Tyrant guy is only special to An Jiu. When he meets other people, he is not so easy to talk to.

Both of them were silent.

After a while, An Jiu asked tentatively: "Your Majesty, what should we do?"

If there is something wrong with Prince Jing, the tyrant will definitely be bewitched by him. What if he does something immature and dangerous? "

The emperor held the memorial in his hand and suddenly laughed: "Can Prince Jing tell the difference between me and that idiot?"

[I can pretend to be a fool and test Prince Jing. ]

An Jiu paused.

That's a good idea.

But……

She looked at the emperor and shook her head again.

Although the emperor and the tyrant are the same person, they are like identical twins. An Jiu can tell who is who at a glance.

Prince Jing looks like a thoughtful person, maybe he can tell.

By then, not only would we not find out anything, but we would also alert the enemy.

The emperor frowned: "Why? Do you think I can't pretend?"

An Jiu nodded honestly.

I don't think it's impossible to install it well.

The emperor became interested: "I am indeed not as stupid as him."

An Jiu "..."

Very good, it is better to belittle yourself than to improve yourself.

The emperor threw away the memorial and stood up.

An Jiu looked at him suspiciously.

"Your Majesty? Are you going out?"

The emperor smiled and said, "Prince Jing was frightened last night. I will go to see him."

He wanted to test whether there was really something wrong with Prince Jing.

In order not to show partiality, he picked out his least favorite lantern and prepared to give it to the eighth prince.

Prince Jing was blown by the wind and choked by the smoke last night, and now he was lying on the bed with no energy.

The servant came in and said, "My Lord, the Emperor is here."

Prince Jing couldn't help laughing: "He came so quickly, he really started to doubt me."

The servant frowned: "Your Majesty, how about I push it and say that Your Majesty is ill..."

In fact, Prince Jing was indeed ill.

However, Prince Jing waved his hand and said, "If he wants to come and see, then let him. If I hide, it would make me look guilty."

…

An Jiu followed behind the emperor and looked at the two people in front.

The emperor and the eighth prince.

The eighth prince was frightened last night, but he was young and hot-blooded, so he insisted on coming with the emperor.

"Royal brother, has the murderer from last night been caught?" the eighth prince asked curiously.

The emperor shook his head: "There are still some that have not been caught."

The Eighth Prince didn't know yet that the First Prince was also involved in the assassination last night...

He said with lingering fear: "If I had known, I would have practiced martial arts with my brother."

He was very upset. Not only was he a loser, but his servant also only knew a few martial arts skills. He didn't realize it when he was in the temple before, but when he arrived in the capital, he realized that if he was in danger, his servant would be of no use at all.

The emperor brother is still the best.

The eighth prince couldn't help but look at the emperor, with a bit of admiration in his eyes: "Royal brother, you are really amazing."

He was many years younger than the emperor. When he was a child, no matter whether it was the imperial tutor, his father or the people around him, they would always praise the emperor. When they praised others, they would say that he was smart, that the emperor was a genius, and that the god of literature had descended to earth...

Since he was young, the eighth prince felt that the emperor was a very powerful brother.

As they were talking, they arrived at the door and Prince Jing came out to greet them personally. His face was pale and his lips were bloodless, as if a gust of wind could blow him down.

The Eighth Prince said worriedly, "Fifth Brother, please go back to your room."

The emperor also said: "It's windy outside, let's go back inside."

Prince Jing returned to the house weakly. These few steps had exhausted his strength. He said in self-abandonment, "I am sorry to make you laugh at my broken body."

The Eighth Prince shook his head: "Fifth Brother, don't say that."

Thinking that his fifth brother might not live long, the eighth prince couldn't help but have his eyes well up.