Chapter 438 Why mess with him?

Brother, are you going to rebel? Have you brought the soldiers? Why are you talking like that?

After a long silence, the emperor's angry voice came down: "What did you say?!"

Seeing that He Yanting dared to open his mouth to repeat it, Jiang Zhiyu hurriedly stepped over and covered his mouth: "He didn't say anything. He was just dizzy from reviewing memorials. His brain was bleeding for a while, right?" The

last two words were said to He Yanting, full of threats.

He Yanting felt the soft touch, his eyes dimmed, his voice was low and hoarse, and he slowly said: "Yes."

Seeing that he was not making trouble, Jiang Zhiyu let go of his hand.

A trace of regret flashed across He Yanting's eyes, and he picked up the pen again.

He did intend to provoke the emperor.

The emperor paused, knowing that this man was just perfunctory, and the anger in his heart did not diminish in the slightest.

He ordered Fu Ping, who almost wanted to bury his head in the ground, and whispered: "Take all the memorials on my desk to him. He is dizzy because he is not used to it. He will get used to it and stay awake if he reviews more."

He Yanting's hand trembled, and the ink on the pen fell down, staining the words he had just written.

The emperor used to be a king of documents, and he could handle official business from morning to late at night. He was ill for nearly a week. Even though Xiao Lingyu was the regent, the number of memorials was still considerable. As

they accumulated day by day, looking at the memorials piled up in front of him that were as high as a person, He Yanting bluntly expressed his dissatisfaction with the emperor with his eyes.

The anger turned into pride under his straightforward eyes, but only slightly.

As the old saying goes, out of sight, out of mind.

The emperor stood up and said, "Take your time. I'm not in a hurry. Just watch it. If he can't finish reviewing these today, he is not allowed to leave the palace."

After saying that, he went into the inner room.

[What a strong sense of déjà vu.]

[It's like a teacher who won't let you go home if you can't recite the text.]

After sighing, Jiang Zhiyu looked at the stunned He Yanting with sympathy and patted his shoulder: "You, why did you provoke him."

He Yanting: "..."

That day, He Yanting didn't leave the palace until the next day after the court session.

...

Xiao Yanli couldn't take out the full amount of gold, so he only transported 500 taels and an IOU to Xu's house.

Song Shiwei was almost crazy when she heard about this.

She threw everything that could be thrown in Jiang Zhaorong's house.

After knowing that she had clues to the treasure of the previous dynasty, Song Shiwei tried various methods, but until now, nothing has been gained.

Her desire to get the treasure of the previous dynasty has never been so strong.

She took off her clothes and observed her body while thinking.

Doesn't Jiang Zhiyu love money? When she gets the treasure, she will use the money to smash Jiang Zhiyu to death!

The body revealed in the bronze mirror was no different from usual. Song Shiwei put on her clothes tremblingly, gritted her teeth and went out.

Jiang Zhaorong was in Taohong's room. Song Shiwei came in to pay her respects. After a few greetings, Song Shiwei looked at Jiang Zhaorong who was teasing her son, and two lines of tears rolled down.

"What's wrong? Why are you crying?"

Taohong picked up a handkerchief to wipe her tears, and Jiang Zhaorong looked at her in confusion.

Song Shiwei took the pink handkerchief, wiped her tears and said: "Just seeing this family happiness reminded me of my parents whom I have never met. Father, do you still remember them? Can you... tell me something about them?"

This was the first time in Song Shiwei's life that she made this request.

Jiang Zhaorong looked cold, and seeing her cautious and hopeful eyes, she said softly: "Of course I remember. Go to the study and I will tell you slowly."

...

In the study, Jiang Zhaorong handed her a portrait: "This is the only thing left by your parents when they were alive. Before, when they were mentioned, you resisted very much. Now you are older and know how to ask about it. I can give it to you."

Song Shiwei took it and opened it. The two people in the portrait were honest and beautiful.

They were not particularly outstanding.

Song Shiwei's eyes flashed with a trace of disgust, and in an instant, her eyes were red.

Jiang Zhaorong did not notice the disgust, and seeing her like this, she sighed softly: "If it weren't for this world, you wouldn't have fallen into such a fate of being separated forever."

Song Shiwei sneered in her heart, but she didn't show it on her face. She stroked the portrait and said, "What are their names?"

"Song Yong and Du Li."

The names are ordinary. Song Shiwei asked again: "Did they give me my name?"

"Yes," Jiang Zhaorong sighed softly: "So no matter how you made trouble when you were young, I never agreed to change your name."

Song Shiwei's breathing was slightly stagnant: "Did they say that? What does this mean?"

Jiang Zhaorong was silent.

Silence is sometimes the best answer. Song Shiwei gritted his teeth and stopped talking.

After a while, a few sobs were heard, and Song Shiwei said softly: "I was assassinated when I was in His Highness's mansion. Later, His Highness and the Second Prince were imprisoned. I learned that those people did it because I had clues to the treasures of the previous dynasty."

Jiang Zhaorong's breathing stagnated. He did not expect that Song Shiwei would take the initiative to mention this to him.

"Father, do you know?"

Jiang Zhaorong paused: "I only found out later, but I think they must have made a mistake. You have no connection with the previous dynasty, so how could you have the whereabouts of the treasure of the previous dynasty?"

Song Shiwei narrowed her eyes, and her long eyelashes covered the emotions in her eyes: "I think so too. By the way, father, I vaguely remember that mother once left me a letter and left it here with you. Can I see it?"

Jiang Zhaorong's breathing became a little heavier: "Why do you suddenly mention this?" "

I encountered several assassinations and had conflicts with His Highness. Just now, when I saw the family happiness between father and daughter, I couldn't help but think of myself." Song Shiwei's words were indeed sincere. She pursed her lips slightly, "I just feel a little lonely."

Jiang Zhaorong's gaze seemed to see through Song Shiwei.

Song Shiwei tried her best to relax and look at him as calmly as possible.

After a long time, Jiang Zhaorong retracted his gaze, and his voice was a little colder than before: "I have cleaned the study room before, and I don't know where it is. I will send someone to send it to you when I find it."

Song Shiwei tried her best to curl her lips: "Thank you very much, father. I will go down first and won't bother you anymore."

She left with the portrait, and Jiang Zhaorong stared at her back.

...

Xiao Yanli opened the message sent by Song Shiwei, and his eyes froze on it at the first glance.

Jiang Zhaorong said that Song Shiwei's parents were named Song Yong and Du Li?

Let's not talk about Song Yong for now.

He clearly remembered that the name signed on the letter placed on Jiang Zhaorong's desk at that time was Du Wen.

Jiang Zhaorong clearly made up two names to fool people.

Xiao Yanli crumpled the letter in his hand into a ball and threw it into the charcoal fire.

He stared at the flames engulfing the paper ball, and a sense of urgency he had never felt before struck his heart.

There was only one person left, and if that person failed, he would have to burn his boats.