After entering the book, I emptied the warehouse of my foster mother's house to farm

Ji Yan suddenly felt a little embarrassed. He was worried that Ji Zixuan would become suspicious and alienate him, so he also asked about Jiang Hao's situation.

Of course Jiang Hao is fine. If he was wrong, how could he be standing here safely?

Ji Zixuan immediately breathed a sigh of relief, but he was puzzled as to why Jiang Hao would go to treat Her Royal Highness the Princess. After all, their Ji family had no relationship with Her Royal Highness the Princess.

When the deposed crown prince fell, Empress Ji committed suicide, and the crown prince's mansion became a river of blood overnight, the Ji family was almost uprooted. At that time, the eldest princess, who was his aunt, did not say a good word for the deposed crown prince.

Ji Yan had been analyzing and instilling these things in Ji Zixuan since he was a child, so even though they were driven out of the imperial city, he knew very well the intricate relationships between the political parties and aristocratic families in the entire court.

Jiang Hao didn't want Ji Zixuan to know too much. Knowing too much would be a burden for him now.

"It's okay, brother, just study hard and don't worry too much about me."

Hearing this, Ji Yan looked at Jiang Hao in surprise. He didn't know if she was sincere or just pretending, but he agreed with her and said, "Hao'er is right. Zixian, don't worry about it. Grandfather will take care of everything."

Ji Zixuan felt something was wrong, but both of them chose not to tell him, so he could only let it go.

"Sister, you must not hide anything from me."

"Will not."

Soon, Ji Yan found an excuse to send Ji Zixuan away.

After he left, Ji Yan said, "Although the eldest princess has remained neutral over the years, she is the emperor's sister, with a distinguished status and noble position, and is deeply favored by the emperor. Even if she does not participate in the party struggle, no matter which prince, they all hope to get her support."

Especially... the current crown prince is in poor health, and no one knows whether he can succeed to the throne smoothly.

Therefore, although the eldest princess did not express her support for anyone, everyone had a motive for not wanting the eldest princess to recover from her illness.

Ji Yan didn't want to talk too much with Jiang Hao about the affairs of the court, so he only told him the first half.

After listening to the first half, Jiang Hao naturally thought of the other half that Ji Yan didn’t say.

However, the story that the other party wanted to kill the princess because of her illness was actually fabricated by Jiang Hao, because Jiang Hao guessed that the person who shot the arrow was most likely someone from the princess's mansion.

Otherwise, why do they have to do it in the Princess's Mansion when there are so many places to do it?

The only explanation is that the murderer was already in the Princess's mansion and didn't want to go to the trouble of ambush her halfway.

After the two of them talked for a while, Ji Yan said, "Since you promised the princess to come to your house every day, you should be careful. Grandfather hopes that you can really cure her illness."

Jiang Kan glanced at him, turned and left the study.

Ji Yan watched her leave, feeling a little lost. He stood behind the desk, not saying a word for a long time.

Uncle Ming came in from outside and saw that he was still in a daze. He said softly, "Old Master, the palace sent some rewards."

After a pause, he continued, "Your Majesty, you still care about the old master's health."

Ji Yan heard this and immediately came back to his senses: "Who sent it?"

"Eunuch Qu."

Ji Yan then walked out to collect the reward.

The emperor's favor towards him in recent years has made many people jealous, but only he and His Majesty know that everything His Majesty has done is to make up for it.

Your Majesty, I actually regret it.

However, what he wanted was justice for his sister and nephew, not this hypocritical concern!

On the way to the flower hall, Ji Yan's legs felt as heavy as if they were filled with lead.

Even kneeling down was like a huge weight on one's body: "This old minister... thank you."