Shi Jun said coldly: "The facts are in front of us, how can you make excuses? Ah Fu, go and call someone to take these two people who committed adultery in the East Palace to the Shenxingsi and deal with them according to palace rules!"

"Yes, Your Highness."

Shi Yan was about to go out when Wei Xin knelt down and crawled in front of Shi Jun, "Your Highness, it is my fault. In the future, I will obey your orders in everything and will never have any second thoughts."

Seeing that Shi Jun did not believe him, Wei Xin stretched out his hand and swore an oath, "...If I break my oath and betray Your Highness, I will not die a good death..."

Shi Jun then said, "Wei Xin, I hope you can do what you say."

With a look, Wei Xin hurriedly pulled up his clothes and ran out of Nuanyu Pavilion.

Pei Yu knelt on the bed, crying softly. Shi Yan shook her, "Hurry up and make a vow too."

"I will listen to your orders in the future and will never break my vow." Shi

Jun got up with satisfaction and led Xu Mian out. When

they reached the door, he hugged her and said, "Mian Mian, the moonlight is beautiful tonight. Let's not sit in the ceremonial procession. I will carry you back."

Shi Yan watched his baby being taken away by the fake prince and raised his fist to hit the wall.

Who can bear to be cuckolded every day?

In the bedroom of Prince Fu, he wrote an anonymous memorial.

After seeing this, Prince Fu hesitated and said, "Your Highness, do you want to take the initiative to attack?"

Shi Yan stroked his hand that was bleeding from smashing the wall, and said firmly, "We must take action. It's very dangerous to drag it on like this. I'm afraid they will kill my father next. And Mianmian, she's almost been bewitched by the fake prince!"

"Since your highness has made up his mind, I'll do it." "

The day after tomorrow is my father's birthday. Send the anonymous memorial to Yu Shitai tomorrow so that we can see it on my father's birthday. I just want to make Pei Qing and the fake prince panic. Only when they are confused can we find out the problem."

The day after tomorrow was the emperor's birthday, so the palace was decorated with lights and colorful lanterns everywhere, and the layout was luxurious and grand.

The birthday banquet was held in the largest Linde Hall in the imperial palace, and all the ministers and concubines in the harem would attend.

The emperor and Empress Xiao sat at the top, and Shi Jun sat at the head.

Shi Yan, as the right captain of the Eastern Palace, stood upright at the edge of the hall.

At the banquet, people presented precious gifts to express their respect for the emperor.

Shi Jun also prepared a special gift, a painting he personally drew, "A Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains", with beautiful scenery and auspicious meanings.

Halfway through the banquet, an official from the Historic Platform suddenly presented a memorial.

The emperor's eyebrows trembled after reading it. This memorial was written by Shi Yan, and the general content was: King Huan's son, the young prince, is still alive.

Seeing that his face was not right, Empress Xiao asked softly, "Your Majesty, what's wrong?"

The Empress stroked her hand and said, "Xue'er, go back and rest later. I have something important to deal with."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

The Emperor called several ministers to the Zhengde Hall next door.

Among them were Prime Minister Pei Qing, the fake crown prince Shi Jun, and Xu Mian's father Xu Sheng.

Shi Yan secretly followed and climbed up to a hidden place on the side of the palace to eavesdrop.

After reading the memorial, the three people had different expressions.

Pei Qing forced himself to remain calm, "Your Majesty, this is impossible, it must be a prank by someone. That night when I went to Prince Huan's mansion, the princess was determined to commit suicide with the young prince, how could she not be dead? This is impossible!"

Shi Jun clenched his fists nervously under his sleeves, feeling cold sweat on his body. If the emperor knew of his existence, he would definitely kill him as soon as possible, not to mention that he is now pretending to be the prince, and more importantly, he killed the real prince.

The emperor asked, "What do you think of this, my dear Xu?"

After reading the memorial carefully, Xu Sheng said, "Your Majesty, although there is a possibility of foul play, why did that person bring up this matter? It is still necessary to investigate."

The emperor paced in front, no one could see his face clearly, his expression was complicated, as if he was hiding a deeper secret unknown to others.

After a long while, he turned around and said, "Lord Xu, you will investigate this matter."

Pei Qing and Shi Jun did not dare to say anything. They were both wondering who the anonymous person was. Could it be that the real prince was not dead yet?

Originally, Shi Jun had someone decorate Penglai Palace tonight, hoping to consummate the marriage with Xu Mian after the banquet.

However, because of this anonymous memorial about his identity, he was disturbed and returned to Zichen Palace.

He thought about calming down before going to Penglai Palace.

He closed the door and sat paralyzed in front of the desk.

He had been walking on a thorny path since he was a child, and he was an existence that could not stand the light. Now the road ahead was still unclear, and he needed to adjust his heart to face it.

He took the pot of wine in front of him and drank it in big gulps. The pressure made his nerves taut, for fear that they would break.

Shi Yan, are you not dead yet?

This is impossible. How could he survive after falling into a deep abyss?

He gulped down the pot of wine quickly. In fact, he had a good alcohol tolerance, but at this moment he felt dizzy and fell on the table without consciousness.

The door was gently opened, and a tall figure came in.

Shi Yan quietly walked up to him and called, "Your Highness? Your Highness?"

Seeing no response, he went behind him, opened his collar and looked at the back of his neck. The blue birthmark was indeed gone. It was clearly there that day, so how could it disappear?

Shi Yan raised the wine pot and said, "If I hadn't wanted to uncover all the conspiracy of the treacherous minister Pei Qing, I would have killed you now and put an end to it all!

Just let you live for a while, and wait for me to kill you, a fake one!"

Shi Yan didn't expect to succeed today, because Shi Jun never drinks alcohol on weekdays, not even tea, for fear of being drugged.

It was only because Shi Jun was disturbed by the anonymous memorial today that he wanted to drink to relieve his sorrow.

Shi Yan closed the door and left quietly.

He is soundly asleep, so I can go find Mianmian to linger on!

Shi Yan went to Penglai Palace and climbed over the wall. At this time, the candles in the palace were dimly lit.

He avoided the chamber where the palace maids were on duty, climbed in through the side window, walked around the flower hall, and saw Xu Mian sitting in front of the dressing table.

The inner hall is decorated differently, with red flowers everywhere, a bright red wedding quilt on the bed, a red cloth on the table, and a big red wedding character on the double-handled porcelain vase?

Roar! The fake prince wants to have a wedding candle with Mianmian?

No wonder Mianmian is wearing a red wedding dress at this time, I am so angry!

It doesn't matter, he took great pains to create this scene, I will enjoy it.

Shi Yan adjusted his mentality and slowly approached Xu Mian. Xu Mian stood up and looked over when she heard the footsteps. She lowered her head shyly, and was very charming. Shi

Yan was fascinated by the beauty and jealous at the same time. She smiled like this when she saw the fake prince, right? You stinky girl, let me see how I will deal with you.

"Your Highness..."

Even her voice was a little more delicate than usual, and it was tingling.

"Mianmian, you are so beautiful tonight."

Shi Yan came up to her and stroked her hair. She had painted her face with seductive peach rouge, and her eyelids were painted with the same color rouge. Who would be so charming!

"Your Highness..."

Shi Yan couldn't bear it if she called him again, but he thought about the wedding day, when they were both sulking and wasting the bridal chamber. Today, he had to say something touching, which was in line with his romantic temperament.