Chapter 157 What kind of suffering is this? !
After the inner court session, Lu Yao was called alone to Wuyang Palace to report the situation.
Just now, colleagues transcribed the information they remembered onto the rice paper left by the young man in Chongyun Palace. It was now handed to Emperor Mingze, who was flipping through it carelessly.
The handwriting on it was either elegant or sloppy. One could tell at a glance that it was written by at least several people. However, the two people who could see it just thought it was a formality and deliberately ignored it. The one who couldn't see it -
【Why don’t you let Cheng Cheng see it too? 】
Jiang Yingcheng seemed to be concentrating on writing and drawing on the rice paper, but in fact her whole mind was focused on the letter held in the hands of her handsome father, and she couldn't hide her curiosity in her heart.
[We don’t know if Uncle Lu has all the evidence, and whether he can catch all the bad guys...] She held her chin with her hand, and the wolf-hair brush accidentally drew a small ink circle on her face. [Why don’t we find Uncle Zhong later and let him take us out to find Brother Yuan!]
After that, her attention became more and more scattered: [It was so great to climb walls and fly with Uncle Zhong last time! Chengcheng wants to try it again! ]
[If I could leave the palace, Cheng Cheng would like to buy some lotus cakes, they are so fragrant! ]
Lu Yao: “…”
The boy became more and more excited as time went on, and he seemed to have completely forgotten the original purpose of going out. He only remembered that it was a very happy thing to be able to go out of the palace to play.
He did not dare to look at Emperor Mingze's expression and just lowered his head very low.
Jiang Yanchuan folded the letter again as if to express his condolences, and then raised his eyes with a depressed look at Lu Yao sitting opposite him.
"Tao Yangqiu, Luo Chao, Du Bozhen..." The young man slowly said the names that he had mentioned in the court, his cold tone like an emotionless judge of life and death, "These people can be dealt with temporarily, let them run around for a while."
Lu Yao immediately understood Emperor Mingze's unfinished intention.
The crimes of these people are certainly too numerous to list. Even if some evidence of their crimes was revealed in the young prince's inner voice, this case alone is far from enough to eradicate the criminal group they are in.
Emperor Mingze wanted to let them first find their own umbrellas to protect them in the midst of their anxiety, and then they could follow the trend...
"As for Zhang Dingan," Jiang Yanchuan said with a deep look in his eyes, interrupting Lu Yao's thoughts, "just put him next to 'that person'..."
Lu Yao's eyes froze.
There is also a hidden cell in the imperial prison, where prisoners with extremely special identities are held. The one who is referred to as "that person" by Emperor Mingze is the focus of their attention all year round.
"yes!"
[Who, who?] Jiang Yingcheng was instantly intrigued by this code-like behavior, [Why do you have to say code names? What is there that my noble, father's favorite child cannot listen to?!]
She looked eagerly at Uncle Lu sitting opposite her, hoping to get some bits of information from him so that she could go to 007 to look up gossip.
Lu Yao glanced at the cold-faced Emperor Mingze and changed the subject with a hard heart: "Your Highness, what did you draw on the paper? I——"
【ah!!】
Before he could finish his words, the kid screamed in surprise and quickly smeared on it with a pen, completely covering up the marks.
It's as if he had done something guilty and was afraid of being discovered.
[Wuwuwu, why is Uncle Lu still peeking at Chengcheng?!] Jiang Yingcheng's voice was filled with tears, [Cheng, Chengcheng, there is no way I can explain that I can draw weapon blueprints, wuwuwu——]
She even deliberately moved the small table farther away from her handsome father, wanting to secretly draw a little in advance so that she could have more time to sleep at night. However, she was discovered by Uncle Lu!
Jiang Yingcheng was extremely aggrieved: [It was all in vain, Chengcheng has been drawing for so long in vain! ]
Lu Yao felt his scalp tingling when he heard this.
His profile picture was like a rusty machine, which turned back slowly with a "click" sound, and met the extremely cold gaze of Emperor Mingze.
I thought sadly in my heart.
What are you looking at? What's so good about a dying person?!
…
"'That person'?" Jiang Yanchuan turned around and tapped Jiang Yingcheng's forehead a few times. "Jiang Yingcheng, how much of your studies have you finished? Are you in the mood to take care of your father's official business?"
Jiang Yingcheng's head tilted back repeatedly, but he stuck to her stubbornly: "Chengcheng is asking for study too!"
She counted on her fingers and argued back, "Since Cheng Cheng heard the word 'that person' from her father, she has not been able to concentrate on her studies, which has delayed her progress!"
This perverse theory almost made Jiang Yanchuan laugh: "Then tell me, how much did you catch up on before your father said those two words?"
Jiang Yingcheng's smile suddenly froze at the corner of his lips.
She had spent the entire day drawing a complicated weapon diagram and hadn't done a single word of her missed homework.
"Hmph! No, then don't tell me!" Jiang Yingcheng ran to Grandpa Changshun and stretched out a little hand, "Uncle Changshun, let's go out for a walk~"
They had just finished lunch, so it was time for them to digest it.
[Father didn't tell Cheng Cheng, so Cheng Cheng went to Uncle Changshun to find out! ]
Jiang Yanchuan: “…”
Eunuch Changshun felt bitter.
I always feel that since I could hear the little princess's voice, the living environment in this palace has become much more dangerous.
…
It had been a long time since Eunuch Changshun had been able to leisurely walk around the palace with his little one like he did today.
Since more and more people could hear the little girl's voice, she became particularly busy. She was busy helping her handsome father avoid danger, busy helping loyal ministers and generals resolve crises, and busy cheating various uncles, just for a few notes that could be used as small pieces of paper.
He knew everything. Although the adults seemed to be bothered by the fact that the boy was caught, they actually liked the boy's cute behavior.
Grandpa Changshun held the little boy's soft and boneless hand, and his heart softened.
As he was lost in thought, he felt someone pulling his hand and shaking it gently.
Eunuch Changshun came to his senses and looked down at the little dumpling beside him.
"...So, who is that 'that person'?" The boy's eyes sparkled and his voice was unusually soft.
This heartwarming scene, however, made Eunuch Changshun's eyes go dark.
Seeing that Uncle Changshun didn't seem to want to answer her question, Jiang Yingcheng turned to him angrily.
With his hands on his waist, he said fiercely: "Uncle, if you don't tell Chengcheng, Chengcheng will make a scene!"
Eunuch Changshun: "..."
What kind of human suffering is this? !