"Impossible, there's no way the child my sister gave birth to wouldn't look like her at all, and he wouldn't look like that bastard Chu Hong either."
He was amused by his own inner guess, but when he opened his eyes again and saw the expression between Meng Jiuan's eyebrows, his heart skipped a beat.
"Wangchen is definitely not Princess An Ning's son. When Princess An Ning was imprisoned in the Heavenly Prison, Chu Hong personally gave her a bowl of poisoned medicine..."
Before Qin Songmo could finish his words, the person sitting across from him suddenly slammed the table and stood up, "How dare he!"
"Don't worry, Your Highness. Princess An Ning did indeed drink the poisoned medicine in one gulp, but she was already pregnant at the time."
"That child saved Princess An Ning from disaster. After faking her own death, Princess An Ning journeyed south and eventually settled in Jiangnan."
"Wangchen is Princess An Ning's adopted son."
I didn’t expect that Shen Wangchen really had a relationship with the imperial sister.
Chu Yi's eyes widened, and he was about to leave the tea room and catch up with Shen Wangchen.
He had just taken two steps when Meng Jiuan grabbed his wrist and refused to let go. "It's still early, Your Highness, please have another cup of tea."
"The new emperor will soon ascend the throne, and there will be many things that will require your assistance."
"Isn't there Qin in the court?"
Meng Jiuan’s words made Chu Yi stop.
When he heard that he was asked to assist Chu Huaiyuan, he turned his head and looked at Qin Songmo.
It may not be possible for the Great Chu to produce a talent like Qin Songmo in a hundred years. He is resourceful, wise and decisive. If he is used well, he can ensure that the Great Chu will be worry-free for a hundred years.
Even a lazy prince like Chu Yi, who had no interest in the court, had to admit that if he had someone like Qin Songmo by his side, it would be fine to let him sit in that position.
Fortunately, he really had no interest in state affairs. This time when he left the Huguo Temple, he wanted to travel around the countries rather than be trapped in that cage.
Qin Songmo put down the teacup in his hand and smiled at him in the light of the oil lamp. "My health is getting worse day by day. Now that the new emperor has ascended the throne, I will retire and return home."
Meng Jiuan beside him nodded in agreement, "Me too, me too. I'm going to retire to the countryside. I've had enough of this awful life in the capital."
Chu Yi's already wide eyes widened even further in an instant.
A look of understanding appeared on that fair, finely wrinkled face. "I understand, I understand."
"So you took me out of the Huguo Temple just to have me assist the new emperor so you can enjoy a good life?"
Qin Songmo blinked innocently, imitating his little daughter. "Prince Yi was once a genius who was famous in the capital. He could write at the age of three and was proficient in poetry at the age of five."
"I believe that Your Majesty will be able to rise to greater heights together with Prince Yi and the Great Chu."
Fuck the rising tide.
Chu Yi shook off Meng Jiuan's hand that was holding onto his wrist.
He kept moving towards the tea room door, his fair face showing the pitiful expression of a young farm girl being deceived by a dissolute thief.
"You lied to me. I don't want to stay in Beijing. I want to go back to Huguo Temple. This place is a den of thieves. I want to go back to my temple!"
Seeing how hard he struggled, Meng Jiuan had a wicked smile on his face, "Hehehe..."
"Now that Prince Yi has gone down the mountain, don't even think about going back. It's better for him to stay in the capital. With plenty of fish and meat every day, he will surely be able to grow up plump and white. Hehehe..."
Qin Songmo sat on the Eight Immortals Chair. Hearing the laughter coming out of his friend's mouth, he couldn't help but put his fist to his lips and coughed lightly, "Changxiao, the show is over."
Meng Jiuan uttered an 'Oh' after being reminded, but continued, "Qingfeng, close the door and let Meng Jiuan go!"
The breeze outside the teahouse: ...
Is he crazy, or is this world crazy?
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On the other side, Li Shengyi, who was heading to Shuiyunju alone, clearly felt that someone was following him.
With a sigh on her lips, she stopped moving forward, “Uncle Shen, you don’t have to be trapped by me.”
Shen Wangchen, who was named, was not embarrassed.
Under the moonlight, he walked forward with a lantern in hand. When he reached her side, he whispered, "Wangchen is not obsessed with the young lady. He is just worried that the young lady will return to the courtyard alone."
"It just snowed, miss, be careful on the slippery roads."
With a gentle voice and that baby face, Li Shengyi withdrew his gaze from him and walked towards Shuiyunju step by step.
Shen Wangchen followed behind her, step by step.
"Wangchen will be returning to Jiangnan soon. After this matter in the capital is over, I will retire and return home. Miss, would you like to go with me to visit the Jiangnan water town?"
Snow absorbs sound.
The white snow swept to both sides of the bluestone road by the servants absorbed most of the sound behind them.
But because they were close to each other, Li Shengyi still heard what he said.
She nodded without hesitation, then turned around and grinned at him, "Of course I do."
"Uncle Shen grew up in Jiangnan. Is there anything fun there?"
When Shen Wangchen saw her turn around to ask questions, a light white mist came out of her mouth, and her cheeks flushed slightly, he frowned slightly and spoke with a bit of dejection.
"It seems... yes."
"I'm sorry, Wangchen has never been to Jiangnan before, so I don't know where there are any fun things to do there."
A deep voice sounded in his ears, and Li Shengyi's heart skipped a beat.
She walked in front of him and stretched out her little hand to him, “It’s cold, Uncle Shen warm me up.”
Her initiative made Shen Wangchen’s baby face suddenly smile.
He used his internal energy to warm his palms, and with his hands, which were thickly calloused from years of martial arts practice, he grabbed the little hand in front of him that was frozen red.
"Why doesn't Uncle Shen go out to play? Is his schoolwork too heavy?"
On the bluestone road, an adult and a child walked side by side. The moonlight shone on their heads, illuminating the road ahead.
Shen Wangchen responded, frowning, as if he didn't want to recall the past.
However, since the little boy finally took the initiative to talk to him, he relaxed his brows and said softly, "Yes, my mother assigned Wangchen a lot of homework."
Not only is the schoolwork heavy, but there is also endless punishment...
He tightened his five fingers little by little until he heard a call from his ear. Shen Wangchen suddenly came back to his senses and immediately let go of the little hand he was holding tightly. "Sorry, Miss."
“Uncle Shen has been apologizing tonight, but it doesn’t really hurt that much.”
Li Shengyi didn't care much, "Uncle Shen had a lot of schoolwork when he was young, so Uncle Shen was smart, which is why he was appreciated by my father and became an aide to the Prime Minister's Mansion."
“In my heart, whether it’s Daddy, Meng Jiuan, or Uncle Shen, they are all excellent people.”
“Uncle Shen, you don’t have to be humble in front of me, because you are all people I admire.”
The clear voice of a child rang out in the inner courtyard of the prime minister's residence.
Shen Wangchen lowered his eyes and looked at the little girl with two buns in front of him. In the snow, a warm current flowed through his heart.
The corners of his lips curled up as he said, "If the young lady plans to go to Jiangnan, Wangchen will definitely be a good host."
In front of him was Shuiyunju. When Li Shengyi turned around and looked at him, his eyes curved slightly, "Thank you, Uncle Shen!"
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