On that day, Zheng Sixuan, taking advantage of the fact that no one was in the room, sent a message by carrier pigeon to the Central Plains Imperial Palace, sending four words: "Calm and peaceful."
Then he went back to sleep, ready to embrace his silly new life the next day.
Not far away, Xiao Yao stared at the carrier pigeons through binoculars, his eyes wide: "Sir, the pigeons have flown away again! Should we arrest them?"
It's not the right time. Si Jin closed his eyes to rest, not taking it seriously at all: Only by keeping a spy by his side can he pass on the information we need to let the enemy know. Know yourself and know your enemy, and you will never be defeated. Go to sleep.
… …
On a moonlit night with few stars, Ji Linyuan didn't sleep a wink. He finally finished carving the thumb ring, and the next day, he followed Si Jin into the palace.
In front of the old king of Miao territory, he sank the thumb ring into cinnabar.
On one side, the second prince stood with his hands behind his back, his smile almost overflowing from his eyes—that idiot You Sijin really dared to bring Ji Linyuan here?
Ji Linyuan is a fool. There are no words on the ring anymore, and it's sunk into cinnabar. What's the use?
In a little while, they'll all be dragged out and executed!
As soon as he finished speaking, clear words appeared on the sunken ring: "Ji Mulin is forcing the emperor to abdicate; please save my son, Ji Linyuan."
The second prince was stunned, his eyes immediately dimming. Impossible! His mother had clearly said the ring was destroyed, how could this be…
Oh, he understands!
"This is fake!" the second prince suddenly shouted. "Father, look closely! The handwriting on it is different from that of the emperors of the Central Plains you know, isn't it?"
Even if Ji Linyuan were to forge something, it would be impossible for him to even replicate the handwriting perfectly.
As long as his father suspects him, he will still be an imposter.
The second prince nervously approached the old king, fearing that he would acknowledge Ji Linyuan; his heart was pounding wildly.
Sure enough, the frail and sickly old king covered his mouth and coughed violently the next moment: "You...you..."
See? Father doesn't believe it, and he's even angered by Ji Linyuan.
"Great!" The second prince, as if he had finally won a round, grinned from ear to ear. "Guards! There's a villain impersonating a prince of the Ji family! Drag him out and execute him..."
Snap—
But before he could finish speaking, the old king slapped him hard across the face, and the head ornament on his head fell to the ground with a clatter: "This is Emperor Ji's handwriting, get out of here!"
A slap caused the still-wounded second prince's cheek to swell up, and tears instantly filled his eyes.
How could this be...? Didn't Ji Linyuan grow up on the grasslands? How could he imitate handwriting so perfectly in such a short time?
"No! Father!" The second prince was still unwilling to accept it: "Ji Linyuan's ring has been destroyed, how could it possibly be..."
"Destroyed?" Si Jin interrupted, "How do you know? Did you destroy it?"
"Oh, I remember now." The young master of the Gu King smiled and said, "Second brother, your mother is Ji Mulin's distant cousin. You wouldn't be helping Ji Mulin to deal with Ji Linyuan, deceive Father, and swallow Miao Jiang into the Ji family's mouth, would you?"
"This plan is truly malicious."
"No...no, that's not it." The second prince couldn't stand Si Jin accusing him of such a serious crime, which could cost him his head!
Ignoring the pain, he immediately turned over and knelt down: "Father, I had no such intention. Please investigate!"
Old Wang was seriously ill. If it weren't for welcoming Ji Linyuan, he wouldn't have even gotten out of bed today, let alone been disturbed by the Second Prince like this.
He waved his hand: "Si Jin, go and watch him receive his punishment."
Then, he waved to Ji Linyuan and said, "Good nephew, you have suffered. Now that you are here with your uncle, I will not abandon you."
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