Chapter 193 Whose house is this?
Pan Jingwan's face suddenly turned paler than Kou Qiwen's.
She had finally managed to extricate herself from the state of house arrest, and had not yet been able to snatch Huai'an back from Concubine Yan's hands, and now something like this had happened—
This was undoubtedly a fatal blow to her.
But she couldn't make any excuses for herself.
What the young man said was true, and there were so many Royal Guards at the time who could confirm it. If she spoke out now, people would inevitably think she was a guilty thief.
Pan Jingwan took a deep breath and could only hope that Jiang Yian could resolve the matter perfectly.
Jiang Yian stared at the small figure for a while before he finally spoke in response to the Empress Dowager's questioning.
He took out the words he had prepared long ago: "Yi An didn't know Xiao Shiyi's identity yesterday. Seeing that she looked cute and well-behaved, he wanted to tease her. Unexpectedly, the little guy took it seriously."
This statement evades the main point but is also beyond reproach.
After all, no one could prove that King Jing really had murderous intentions at the time.
The Empress Dowager raised her hand and stroked the young man's back, while Jiang Yanchuan slowly withdrew his gaze from the young man's raised lips.
The young fellow had been sticking to him ever since he returned to the palace, and this morning, contrary to his usual behavior, he got up on his own initiative. Before he could finish talking to Lu Yao and the others, he was bumped into by the young fellow who had come out in a daze to look for his "beautiful father".
This was the first time he heard the words "kill Cheng Cheng" uttered so easily from the little boy's mouth.
Jiang Yanchuan's eyes were deep, his fingers kept rubbing the ring unconsciously, and he didn't say anything for a long time.
Although everything in Yunxi Palace seemed calm, Jiang Yian was keenly aware that the atmosphere here had undergone a drastic change.
It wasn't his illusion.
The ministers kept casting reproachful glances in his direction, intentionally or unintentionally, and the rustling of fabrics became more frequent than before.
"Your Highness cares about the people of Mengzhou, which is a blessing for our great country," a minister suddenly said, "but for such an urgent matter, shouldn't you go to the palace to meet him as soon as you arrive in Beijing?"
They had not mentioned this matter before only because they were concerned about King Jing's identity, but now, the little girl had suffered such a great injustice from King Jing, they should at least vent their anger for her!
Jiang Yian paused, his expression suddenly becoming even darker.
He slowly turned around and looked at the person who spoke earlier. Before he could say anything, someone else got ahead of him.
"If Your Majesty was really so worried about the people of Mengzhou, why didn't he send even a doctor in, but went alone..." Going to the capital alone, and trying to hide his whereabouts?
"Okay." Jiang Yanchuan, who was the chief, finally spoke.
The day of the expedition to Beiming is just around the corner, and now is not the right time to engage in internal strife.
No matter how angry he was, he could only suppress it for the time being.
but--
"I believe that King Jing did not do it on purpose, but..." He raised his hand and stroked the back of Jiang Yingcheng's head twice, "This incident frightened Chengcheng after all."
"Chengcheng, do you have any requests?" Jiang Yanchuan said softly, "Father will make the decision on behalf of your uncle and ask him to compensate you."
The little head buried in the Empress Dowager's arms moved, and finally revealed the little face that was slightly red from trying not to laugh: "Really?"
"Yes," Jiang Yanchuan nodded, "really."
Jiang Yingcheng pursed her lips and looked at Jiang Yian with an anxious look.
[Hehehehe…]
…
Jiang Yingcheng was able to splurge today and used his points to exchange for a small recording prop.
This recording prop can be directly controlled by 007. When it touches key information, 007 can directly play the voice recorded in advance by Jiang Yingcheng.
Jiang Yian was left in the Empress Dowager's Changning Palace today, responsible for telling bedtime stories to the "debt collector" all night.
At first, he did not think it was a difficult task.
The little guy has been jumping around in front of him all day, so he must be able to fall asleep easily at night. It’s just a bedtime story, and how long will it take?
Then, reality taught him a hard lesson.
The end of a story——
"Are you asleep?"
"Chengcheng is not sleepy yet, Uncle Jing Wang, don't be lazy."
Another story ends——
"Are you asleep?"
"Chengcheng is not sleepy yet, Uncle Jing Wang, don't be lazy."
"..." Jiang Yian hesitated for a moment, "Are you really not sleepy?"
007: [……]
It quickly edited the video and played the words "not sleepy" again.
Jiang Yian was silent for a moment, but continued speaking.
Another long while passed——
"Asleep?"
"Chengcheng is not sleepy yet, Uncle Jing Wang, don't be lazy."
“…”
Jiang Yian took a deep breath, walked forward and pulled open the bed curtain!
Under the soft quilt embroidered with gold thread, the little boy slept very soundly with his eyes closed.
Jiang Yian: “…”
After a while.
A suppressed sneer, squeezed out from between teeth, echoed faintly in the house.
"Oh."
To be able to answer his questions reflexively even in her sleep, how much willpower she must have to torture him...
Jiang Yian stretched out his hand and gently pinched the little guy's chubby face.
Little bastard.
…
In an alley on Yunshan Road.
Zhang Yuke walked back yawning, carrying a basket of breakfast.
This place is remote, a little far from the center of Beijing, but the advantage is that the surrounding residents are not densely populated, and most of the neighbors are tenants, so the population turnover is high.
It just happens to be convenient for such a complex group of people to live in.
She walked slowly to the door of the house at the end of the alley. Just as she was about to knock on the door, she heard bursts of laughter coming from inside.
"Hahahahahahahahaha, is it true? Is it true? Why is he like this? Hahahahahaha!"
Zhang Yuke suddenly stiffened, and immediately goosebumps appeared on his back.
She had heard this voice not long ago.
Although she comes into contact with hundreds of people of all kinds every day, this voice still left a deep impression on her!
How did she get here?!
Then, Lian Qing's heartless voice was heard -
"Hahahaha, you never expected that? Let me tell you, I have even more explosive material!"
"Wow!!"
Zhang Yuke suddenly came back to his senses, raised his hand and slammed the door hard -
The one inside is the little prince in the palace. Is Lian Qing, that fool, afraid that they won't be exposed fast enough? !
“Squeak—”
The door, which was usually locked tightly, opened immediately after she gave it a light push.
Zhang Yuke's anger instantly reached its peak.
What about the caution she emphasized several times?
Did the dog eat it?!
Before she had a chance to vent her anger, she was stunned by the scene in the yard.
Lian Qing was looking at the little girl squatting on the ground making a snowman with a silly smile on her face, completely ignoring the two door gods behind her who looked very difficult to deal with.
Seeing her push the door open, the two of them greeted her warmly.
"Boss, you're back!"
"Aunt Yuke!" The boy was very excited, "I've been waiting for you to have breakfast!!"
Zhang Yuke: “…”
Zhang Yuke: “???”
Whose house is this?