Li Weizhen had drawn it accidentally at the time. In addition to Pei Yu, there was another prominent figure who colluded with Nanzhao. They had been searching for a long time but had no clues until they found this painting as a clue.
That's why Zhou Jing'an started looking for it in a big way under the pretext of collecting calligraphy and paintings.
If we cannot find out who this person is and allow him to exist in the court like a time bomb, it will not be a good thing in any case.
Zhou Jing'an patted Feng Yu on the shoulder, signaling him to be more careful, as he was still an emperor.
"Forget it." Feng Yu closed his eyes. "I'll have Xiang Feng keep investigating. You try to get a hold of Li Qi and see if you can get him to reveal the person behind this."
Zhou Jingan nodded in response: "Yes."
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"Your humble servant pays her respects to the Empress." Jiang Ling saluted obediently. When she was called, she stood up straight, walked over to her with a smile and took her arm.
"How is your Majesty today? Did you enjoy your meal?"
She came to the palace today specifically after taking a nap. She couldn't just keep eating other people's food.
Zhou Ning soothed her hand and said with a smile, "Okay, I'm fine. I still keep you thinking about me."
Jiang Ling smiled sweetly, "Your Highness, I miss you day and night."
"You little girl." Zhou Ning'an pinched her little face, his face full of smiles, "You only know how to say these nice things, which is much better than not saying anything."
The two of them were walking in the small plum forest in Fengyi Palace. Jiang Ling held her arm and chatted with her in a soft voice.
"Is the Empress's pregnancy stable? Can Doctor Lin find out the cause?" After they had almost finished chatting, Jiang Ling raised the question.
Zhou Ning'an's eyes flashed with coldness, and then he smiled and said, "Yes, there was a clumsy girl who really put too much medicinal herbs in, just like you did, but it's not a big deal."
"Really?" Jiang Ling was surprised, and then said angrily, "She is so careless. Your Majesty should send her away as soon as possible to avoid causing trouble in the future."
Zhou Ning'an looked at her indignant expression and smiled even more deeply, "Yes, I have already sent her away. Ling'er, are you relieved?"
She teased her, a teasing look on her face.
"Empress..." Jiang Ling showed a shy look at the right moment and quickly changed the subject to talk about today's weather.
No matter what, we should solve every hidden danger we can.
After returning home, Jiang Ling thought about it for a long time and guessed that the reason why Doctor An was later replaced was probably because Feng Yu was found to have an unstable fetus after taking Doctor Lin's pregnancy-preserving medicine, so he changed the doctor.
If you want Zhou Ning'an to have a miscarriage and there is no room for maneuver, the imperial physician is absolutely indispensable.
Based on yesterday's testing and observation, Doctor Lin is indeed a good and dedicated doctor, so Doctor An is most likely their man.
The maid who boiled the medicine was also sent away. I don’t know if there are still spies of theirs in Fengyi Palace. In any case, we still cannot be careless.
As the weather gets colder, the New Year's Eve palace banquet is getting closer, and the day when Zhou Ning'an had a miscarriage in the original book is also approaching. Jiang Ling can't wait to live in the palace.
Every two days, he would find an excuse to go into the palace and keep an eye out for any unusual movements.
There was nothing unusual these days, except that the director of the Imperial Observatory had already set the date for Jiang Ling and Zhou Jing'an's engagement and marriage.
On March 3rd and March 28th respectively.
Feng Yu asked the Ministry of Rites and the Director of the Imperial Observatory to jointly handle the project, which is enough to show the great grace of the emperor.
The specifications are completely in line with the standards for a prince's marriage.
After the date was set, the Ministry of Rites sent people to measure Zhou Jing'an and Jiang Ling separately so that they could sew their wedding dresses.
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"Your Highness." Qian Sidu bowed and greeted.
Pei Yu pulled off his black cloak, which was still stained with white snow.
His expression was gentle, and he even had a faint smile on his face: "What is the meaning of the letter that Brother Qian sent?"
Qian Sidu swallowed his saliva, feeling very nervous.
He didn't dare disobey Pei Yu, and the closer it got to New Year's Eve, the more cautious he became, otherwise he might not be able to see his wife and children on New Year's Eve.
"A few days ago, A-Lian sent a message saying that the matter of the pregnancy-preserving medicine had been discovered. She found someone else to take the blame, but she hasn't been suspected yet. The only tricky thing now is..."
Qian Sidu raised his eyes slightly, glanced at him, and said softly, "It's Jiang Ling."
"Oh?" Pei Yu sat on the low couch, aroused. "She discovered A-Lian?"
"No." Qian Sidu lowered his head and replied, "Jiang Ling has been coming to the palace to accompany Zhou Ning'an in recent days. A Lian is afraid that something unexpected will happen."
What he meant was whether it was necessary to get rid of Jiang Ling first.
Pei Yu propped up his head casually, lowered his eyes and thought for a moment.
The daughter of King Jingnan suddenly became smarter after surviving a disaster.
It ruined his business several times.
Pei Yu's lips curled up into an interested smile. Could it be that this little girl had discovered their actions again?
That's a lot of fun.
He chuckled and shook his head, "No need. I'll just find a way to get her out of here when the time comes."
He is still looking forward to it.
Looking forward to how she will go against him.
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Time quickly came to February 13th, two days away from New Year's Eve.
Jiang Ling was curled up on the couch, the notebook in her hand had not been turned for a long time. She frowned slightly and was deep in thought.
The closer the day of the accident got, the more uneasy she became.
"Silly, do you think they'll choose to strike tomorrow?"
Fox nestled beside her, stretched, and blinked, "I don't know either, host, don't be nervous."
How could she not be nervous?
That's two lives.
"No, I still have to go to the palace." Jiang Ling stood up suddenly and called Zizhen and Luzhu in to help her wash and dress up.
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