After everyone left, Cheng Nan suddenly turned around and looked at Qin Run.
"You killed someone?"
Qin Run had just breathed a sigh of relief when he was suddenly questioned, which startled him.
Upon seeing that it was Cheng Nan who asked the question, he immediately stiffened his neck again.
"Who do you think you are to ask me this? How's the family reunion going? If you can't do it, I have plenty of people who can. Then, the immense wealth and honor won't be yours, Cheng family."
Cheng Nan frowned deeply.
"Tell me honestly, did you kill that person? Did you leave any evidence?"
The more he acted this way, the more annoyed Qin Run became.
"What does it matter whether I killed him or not? Is the life of a lowly commoner worth making such a fuss about? Once I become a prince, I will kill anyone who disobeys me. Will Liu Ruzhi be able to control me then?"
Cheng Nan's heart skipped a beat.
He slammed his fist on the table in anger.
"What your life will be like when you become a prince is a matter for the future. Right now, you are still a member of the Qin family, and your father is still in prison. If he is convicted of murder now, do you think you can still acknowledge your family?"
There was a hint of panic in Qin Run's eyes.
He was afraid that Cheng Nan wouldn't help him if she knew the truth, so he waved his sleeve in frustration.
"I've already said I didn't kill anyone, believe it or not."
Cheng Nan still felt uneasy.
"You stay here quietly, I'm going to investigate the case."
After he left, Qin Run paced anxiously in the pavilion.
If Cheng Nan finds out that he killed someone, even if the family reunion is successful, he will have leverage over Cheng Nan, and who knows how he can threaten her in the future.
Thinking of this, he became restless.
He turned and left the pavilion, running to Cheng Nan's study.
During this period, the entire Cheng family revered him, so naturally no one dared to stop him.
...
At the entrance of the Ninth Prince's Mansion
Ye Qi was busy arranging for people to get ready to set off.
In addition to the palace guards, he also brought several members of the secret guard battalion, all disguised as personal attendants.
Mo Yunhan, dressed in black armor, strode out of the mansion.
Zheng Qing followed closely beside him, his face full of worry.
Last night I had a wonderful time with Song Yushu and we talked about many things.
He also gained a new understanding of the affairs of the mansion.
During the morning court session, upon hearing that Mo Yunhan was going to take Jiang Qingwan to the imperial mausoleum to repair the Nine Dragons Formation, his heart was still pounding with anxiety.
"The Emperor Emeritus's health is deteriorating day by day, and turmoil is brewing in the court recently. The Emperor's thoughts are unpredictable, and the Imperial Observatory has submitted numerous memorials, causing widespread panic. Now everyone is watching the matter of the imperial mausoleum. How confident is she really?"
"If it fails, this is a grave crime, and even you probably can't protect him!"
Mo Yunhan stopped at the door.
"Uncle, Wan'er will do her best in this matter. If it really can't be repaired, there's no reason to put the fate of the Great Zhou on the shoulders of a woman. Are we, the young men, supposed to rely entirely on her to establish the nation?"
Zheng Qing choked.
Just then, a tiger and a fox darted out from behind him and, with perfect coordination, jumped directly onto one of the carriages, startling him.
"Why bring them along for something so important?"
Jiang Qingwan, wrapped in a white fur cloak, slowly walked out, supported by Lian'er's arm.
Hearing this, she smiled and said, "Uncle, Xiaohong and Xiaohua are very capable and may be of great help."
Zheng Qing could still see that she was somewhat displeased.
He was about to give a few words of reprimand with a stern face.
Suddenly, a shrill, high-pitched voice came from the street.
"His Majesty has arrived."
Everyone knelt down in unison to pay their respects.
Mo Yunhan led Jiang Qingwan to the front and bowed to greet them.
Mo Yunzhao, supported by the chief eunuch, stepped down from the imperial carriage and deliberately walked to Jiang Qingwan's side, offering a perfunctory helping hand.
"Ninth Princess Consort, you have worked hard this time, and I should see you off. If you have any needs, please tell me. If it weren't for the many affairs in the palace, I would really like to accompany you and see the magnificent restoration of the Nine Dragons Formation with my own eyes."
Mo Yunhan raised his hand and pulled Jiang Qingwan closer to his waist.
"Your Majesty only says she has suffered, but have I not suffered too?"
Mo Yunzhao then turned his gaze to him, with a hint of elder brotherly indulgence.
"You're just going to be a guard; it's your younger brother and sister-in-law who are doing the hard work. Do you expect me to take credit for you?"
The atmosphere seemed peaceful and warm, but undercurrents were surging beneath the surface.
Jiang Qingwan was too lazy to get involved in all this scheming and backstabbing.
"It's getting late, let's set off."
As she spoke, she gave Mo Yunzhao a slight curtsy and prepared to get into the car, when a person rushed out from outside the crowd.
"Father, Father, I am your Run'er."
The person who arrived was Qin Run, who rushed straight towards Mo Yunzhao without any regard for anything else.
But Yan Yunqing grabbed him and pinned him to the ground.
The chief eunuch was furious and rebuked him.
"Where did this wild brat come from, daring to offend His Majesty?"
He had just finished cursing when he recognized Qin Run.
"This...isn't this the son of Princess Su who plagiarized during the martial arts competition?"
Mo Yunzhao and the others also looked over.
Qin Run raised the token in his hand with great difficulty.
"Father, my mother's childhood name was Xiuniang. This is the keepsake you left her. I really am your son, Father!"
Everyone was taken aback.
Even Jiang Qingwan stopped getting into the car and stared at him blankly.
Is Qin Run the emperor's son?
How is that possible?
His fate was extremely poor, lacking even the slightest trace of wealth and nobility.
Not to mention the aura of princes and grandsons of emperors.
Mo Yunzhao waved his hand, signaling Yan Yunqing to let go.
"Come forward."
Qin Run was overjoyed and immediately got up, holding the token and rushing forward, his face filled with barely concealed excitement.
The chief eunuch immediately stepped aside to stop him.
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