So embarrassing!
Feeling two pairs of eyes on him, Ding Shang made circles on his toes, not daring to look up at the two princes' faces, for fear of being embarrassed and feeling heartbroken.
——Wuwuwu, Your Highnesses, I was wrong, can you please let me go?
The Seventh Prince didn’t care. He didn’t know the person in front of him, and it had nothing to do with him whether Ding Shang left or not.
However, Yan Cheng did not intend to let Ding Shang go because he discovered something.
Ding Shang is a few years older than Yan Cheng and taller than Yan Cheng. Even if he lowered his head, Yan Cheng could see his expression clearly.
Seeing his distressed face, Yan Cheng tilted his head and said affirmatively: "You are avoiding me."
Really interesting.
In the past, Ding Shang always liked to seek a sense of existence in front of him, but now when he sees him, he wants to slip away immediately.
"..." Ding Shang raised his eyes and trembled, "How dare I!"
Seeing his timid look, Yan Cheng burst out laughing: "Oh! I see, you mean you are indeed avoiding me, but you dare not say it."
"No, no, no, I mean no disrespect to Your Highness."
The answer was unexpected, and Yan Cheng swallowed back the words that were about to come out of his mouth.
Looking at Ding Shang's timid expression and tense body, I felt like a small stone was hitting my heart.
It's neither light nor heavy, but it really exists.
I sighed silently in my heart.
"...I know what you mean, go away!"
Ding Shang couldn't believe that the Eighth Prince let him go so easily, and looked up again secretly.
The Eighth Prince had no expression on his face, but he wasn't overly cold either. He looked very much like Yan Cheng who used to be in Yulin Mansion. He breathed a sigh of relief.
It seems that the Eighth Prince does not bear a grudge against him. What his uncle said is absolutely wrong.
Yan Cheng is obviously an open-minded person, so why would he cause trouble for him just because he became a prince?
He hasn't done anything too extreme in the past, right?
At most, he would just jump around a few times in front of Yan Cheng. The magnanimous Eighth Prince would definitely not take these little things to heart.
Although Ding Shang comforted himself in this way, he was still a little afraid of Yan Cheng, whose status had changed drastically. When he heard that he could leave, he ran away quickly.
The Seventh Prince asked, "Who is he?"
Yan Cheng said, "Ding Shang, his uncle is Ding Weiyuan, the Junior Minister of the Dali Temple."
Ding Hong, the son of Ding Weiyuan, and the Prince of Chu were good friends in private. They would occasionally meet in the middle of the night to discuss conspiracies and tricks.
The Seventh Prince added, "He looks very afraid of you."
"He's not only afraid of me, he's also afraid of you."
Yan Cheng knew that what Ding Shang was afraid of was not their people, but their status as princes.
No wonder Ding Shang hadn't appeared in his memory for a long time. It turned out that the other party was deliberately avoiding him.
Ding Shang became more courageous.
When he was in Yulin Prefecture, Ding Shang was famous and ordinary people avoided him. But when he arrived in the capital, it was Ding Shang who avoided people.
Yan Cheng lowered his eyes and stopped thinking about it.
The Seventh Prince looked at the sky and felt that it was almost time, so he tugged at Yan Cheng's sleeve.
"The banquet ahead should be almost over. Let's go find Third Brother and stay at his house tonight."
The third prince has a calm and low-key personality and does not like crowds. He is currently arranged by Emperor Jingxi to study in the Ministry of Rites.
His biological mother, Lu Zhaoyuan, was an extremely low-key figure in the harem.
If she had not been present at almost every Fengyi Palace greeting day and had not given birth to the third prince, not many people might have known of her existence.
Everyone in the palace knew that she loved to worship Buddha. When she had nothing to do, she would either chant sutras in the small Buddhist hall or copy scriptures. She did not like to interact with others.
She neither made friends with the concubines nor offended them, living like a transparent person.
Yan Cheng had met Lu Zhaoyuan several times, but each time she failed to leave a deep impression on him. The only label he gave her was "the biological mother of the third prince."
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Night fell over the sky.
Inside the Princess Qingyang's house, a man in black quietly climbed over the wall carrying a sack on his back and entered the house. A moment later, he climbed over the wall and left the house from the same position.
After an unknown amount of time, the eunuch who got up for the night hurried to the toilet, holding his belt, but was tripped by something on the way. He got up and shone the lamp there.
"What's lying here...ah! It's a corpse!"
"What are you yelling about in the middle of the night? Can't you let me sleep... Corpse, corpse."
"Oh my god! Isn't this the young master?!"
Sharp screams in the middle of the night woke up one person after another, and the lights in Princess Qingyang's mansion were suddenly brightly lit.
Upon learning that his nephew's body appeared in Princess Qingyang's mansion in the middle of the night, Emperor Jingxi was furious and ordered the Dali Temple and the Ministry of Justice to thoroughly investigate the case.
However, Princess Qingyang's Mansion was not the first crime scene. The Dali Temple and the Ministry of Justice investigated but found no useful clues, let alone the murderer.
This being the case, Emperor Jingxi couldn't blame them.
The body was found in her own mansion. Even if Princess Qingyang wanted to vent her anger on someone, she didn't know who to vent her anger on. When she learned that the murderer could not be found, she became so angry that she fell ill and stayed in bed for several days.
In the past few days, all affairs in Princess Qingyang's mansion were handled by Princess Ning'an, including the burial of her younger brother.
Mu Zhao was nine years old at the time and was not buried in the ancestral tomb after his death. Princess Ning'an found a good place for him to be buried in the suburbs of Beijing.
People die every day in the world, and the death of an ordinary child will not cause any big waves in the capital.
But Mu Zhao was different. He was the only son of Princess Qingyang and the nephew that Emperor Jingxi cherished. His status was extraordinary and his death caused a sensation in the capital.
Some people said that Princess Qingyang mistreat the people in the mansion, and that they could not make ends meet and therefore murdered Mu Zhao;
Some people said that Mu Zhao was a tyrant and had offended talented people, which led to someone trying to kill him;
Some people say...
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