Such questioning made the Marquis a little angry.

"In short, you have to listen to me. After all, I am your father. You are a little girl and don't understand the affairs of the court, but I do. Don't cause trouble for me at this time."

He said nothing and turned away angrily.

Watching his back, Chu Weiyue's eyes revealed a hint of coldness.

If my father intended to support Wen Jingchi, then there was no way he could stop me from meeting him.

There is only one possibility, that my father intends to stand on the side of the prince, so he warned me like this.

He was afraid of being seen by the prince's spies, and even more afraid that the prince would suspect him of being two-faced and trying to please both sides.

Everything the prince did was essentially rebellion. Even if he succeeded, if evidence was found out later, he would certainly not be able to become emperor.

If they stand on the side of the Crown Prince at this time and are purged in the future, the people in their mansion will definitely not be able to escape.

So the best thing to do at this time is to protect yourself instead of rushing out and being a conspicuous person.

Her father wants to be a high-ranking official second only to the emperor. He is really crazy!

Chu Weiyue knew very well that his father was stupid and had no foresight.

So she sometimes wondered if good deeds were done in his ancestral graves that allowed him to become a marquis.

Now the only person she can turn to is her grandmother, as only she can persuade her father.

When I arrived at the yard where my grandma lived, I found her basking in the sun.

"Girl, why are you here now? You've been so busy being with the prince these days that you even forgot about your grandma." Grandma's tone was a little jealous.

Chu Weiyue sat next to her and held her hand: "Grandma, how could I forget you? This is the gift I bought for you."

She took out a beautiful bracelet and put it on grandma's wrist.

The bracelet is a light red color, and it looks like blood is flowing inside. It is my grandma's favorite color.

"You are a thoughtful girl."

Grandma poked Chu Weiyue's brow and took her hand to chat with her.

After chatting for a while, Chu Weiyue finally got to the point with his father.

"Grandma, I'm sure you've heard about the recent events at the court."

Grandma was stunned for a moment, then she let out a long sigh.

"I also heard that the emperor is in poor health. You mentioned this to grandma, is there any other intention?"

Grandma is a smart person. Normally, Chu Weiyue never talks to her about state affairs, but only about happy things. So she must be surprised when she suddenly brings it up.

Chu Weiyue pulled the corner of her mouth awkwardly: "Indeed, I know that my father is very close to the prince and others, and the prince now does not allow anyone to get close to the emperor. His intentions are very clear. At this time, our mansion must not be in trouble. Grandma, do you understand what I mean?"

Grandma nodded solemnly: "How could I not understand what you mean? Don't worry, I will go find your father now and give him a good beating. The affairs of the court change rapidly. If everything is a trap, it will be the end if you fall into it."

Sometimes things that seem to be a sure thing are often the most likely to go wrong.

Grandma did not dare to hesitate and went to find the Marquis immediately.

The Marquis was looking at a painting in the study. When he saw grandma coming over, he frowned slightly.

In the past, it was impossible for my mother to come to the study to find me.

He was about to come out to greet them, but his grandmother made a gesture to him.

"Okay, sit there. I have something to tell you."

"There is unrest in the court right now. I heard that the emperor is about to be critically ill. The situation is very serious at this time. We must not allow anything to happen to our mansion.

No matter who you are, I hope you can abide by your duties and not think about reaching the top overnight. Sometimes moderation is the wisest thing to do. You can't let me down and bring trouble to the entire Marquis' Mansion."

No matter how stupid the Marquis was, he knew the true intention of his mother's words and felt a little ashamed for a moment.

"Okay, I've said what I want to say. You must understand what I mean. You must remain neutral in this matter and must not express any opinions. If you are implicated, you are not alone. There are a group of us waiting behind you. You must think twice before doing anything..."

Patting his shoulder, grandma sighed deeply, turned and left without saying anything else.

Watching her leaving, the Marquis's face looked a little ugly.

But if you think about it, this is indeed the truth.

If he was implicated, he wouldn't be the only one in trouble. He ignored this in his impulse.

However, the conditions offered by the prince were indeed very tempting, which made him feel uneasy for a moment.

The other side.

After discussing with her grandmother, Chu Weiyue left home to check on the business of the store.

I haven't been to a clothing store for a long time, and I don't know how the business is now.

I have never visited it again since I came back.

Passing by a blacksmith shop, I saw many daggers of novel styles hanging there.

The daggers here seem to be very different from those in other places. They are so sharp that they can cut through iron like mud.

Chu Weiyue walked over, picked up a stone, placed it on the knife and scratched it lightly. The stone actually broke into two pieces, which made her gasp.

"Boss, your daggers are really sharp."

Upon hearing this, he felt quite proud and patted his chest complacently.

"That's not true. The daggers I make are a well-known brand in Beijing. Even the former Grand Marshal came to buy my knives."

Chu Weiyue couldn't help but praise it a few times and took the initiative to ask about the price.

"I'm planning to make a knife and give it to my future husband. How much does it cost? I want the best one, and it must be made of black iron."

The shopkeeper was stunned for a moment, then smiled awkwardly: "Miss, I'm so sorry, we don't have any black iron here, not even refined iron. We don't have anything made of iron at all."

Chu Weiyue's face darkened instantly: "But you are a blacksmith shop, how can you not have iron? Otherwise, why did you give it this name?"

The shopkeeper scratched his head, feeling puzzled himself.

"I don't know what happened, but suddenly a chamber of commerce bought a lot of iron. Not only did we run out of iron, but other blacksmith shops also ran out of iron. Wang Ermaizi, who lives next door to us and makes iron pots, also sold out his iron and is now closed at home."

Such words made Chu Weiyue's heart feel squeezed hard.

Normally, it is impossible for anyone to buy iron in large quantities. Unless a lot of weapons are to be made, there would not be such a shortage of iron.

This made Chu Weiyue feel something was wrong, and he subconsciously ran to another blacksmith shop to ask.

The results were exactly the same. Not only was there no iron here, but even the ironware in many ordinary people's homes had been bought out.

Chu Weiyue's heart was completely sank. It seemed that something big was going to happen soon.