I'm in trouble again! My best friend, the princess in the group, please save me!

"Xiao E, where are you going so early in the morning?" Jiang Xingkuo caught Xiao E who was about to leave Piyun Palace.

"Miss, I'm going to give His Majesty a reply." Xiao E was quite straightforward.

"Then I'll go too." Jiang Xingkuo looked at her evasive eyes, the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

Xiao'e gritted her teeth and led the way in front of her.

When they were almost at the imperial study, they saw a dusty soldier in armor running past quickly and entering before them.

They had no choice but to wait outside.

After a while, the soldier came out, and they went in one after the other. An Zhaoyan was leaning on the armchair, looking tired.

He looked at Jiang Xingkuo who was walking arrogantly and Xiao'e who was looking embarrassed, and instantly understood what was going on.

"Tell me the truth." He raised his chin.

Xiao E was as if she had taken a reassurance pill before she spoke: "Your Majesty, except for the maids brought from Piyun Palace, all the others in the Princess's Mansion are spies from the Hai Mansion. Including Butler Qi."

An Zhaoyan glanced at Jiang Xingkuo who was eating his breakfast and said, "Continue."

"So digging a secret passage between the Princess's Mansion and Runxue Hall is probably not possible."

Jiang Xingkuo was stunned for a moment, then continued to drink up his bowl of snow pear lung-moistening soup.

"In addition, the national mourning period has passed, and the Hai family seems to want to hold a wedding ceremony with the princess, so they specially transported a large amount of goods to the capital."

An Zhaoyan's face darkened.

"What are you transporting?"

"I tried to inquire, but the Hai family is extremely strict about their privacy, so I didn't find out anything."

An Zhaoyan pondered for a moment and asked again: "Are you sure Hai Yanze is not hiding in the Hai family?"

"Your Majesty, confirm that there is none."

"Okay, you can go down." An Zhaoyan waved his hand and looked at Jiang Xingkuo again.

"what do you want to say?"

She touched the dirty corners of her mouth with her fingertips in a mocking tone, "You put her by my side in the name of protecting me, but in fact you are trying to find out what the Hai family is doing?"

"Both." An Zhaoyan smiled helplessly. He seemed not to want to mention this point, and changed the subject: "So... have you made any new progress?"

"..." She raised her eyebrows and glanced at him, without further investigation, she only tried to ask:

"Is there going to be a war?"

"Why do you think so?" His face darkened.

"The goods that the Hai family transported to the city under the pretext of marrying the princess were black fire."

An Zhaoyan silently clenched his hands under the table into fists. "How did you know?"

"Huan Yan said so."

"Huh? Huanyan?" He looked up in surprise.

"A few days ago, Hai Yanqing sent her a lot of boxes of lychees. I was thinking that although they were all big boxes, half of them were filled with ice, but the lychees were plump, sweet and fragrant..."

"Let's get to the point." He held his forehead with his hand.

"The dock workers moved the boxes of lychees after they moved the black fire. The black fire on their hands was left on the boxes of lychees. Huanyan said it was black fire."

"And how did she know it was Black Fire?" he became even more confused.

"Uh. Don't worry about it." Jiang Xingkuo was embarrassed.

You can't say that Huanyan even wants to get some to make fireworks...

"Can we find out where this batch of black fire is stored? How much is it?"

"Give me some time. Also, you have to do something for me."

"You said."

"Wan Muqing was stabbed by Wei Chuchu. I guess the Queen... needs you to take more care of her." Jiang Xingkuo looked away guiltily.

He sighed helplessly, "I already know."

"You just keep causing trouble for me, go away." He still waved his hand.

Jiang Xingkuo felt relieved instantly and was about to turn around and leave.

"Wait a minute. Here are some jade powders for beauty and skin care yesterday. You can take them. They were contributed by the famous rouge family in Jiangnan. I see that you don't like to use them much, so you can give them to the people below." He pointed to a pile of small boxes on the table behind him.

Jiang Xingkuo didn't want to offend him, so he just picked up a box and put it in his pocket and left.

Xiao'e still followed her silently.

"Xiao E, this is for you." She threw it back casually.

Xiao'e caught it before she could react.

"Miss?"

"Oh. At my age, I don't need this anymore." She said nonchalantly without even turning her head.

"What age?" She held the small box and was confused.

"It's nothing, I just gave birth to two babies." She started talking nonsense.

In the face of Xiao'e's astonishment, she couldn't help but add fuel to the fire: "It's a pity that the eldest son starved to death a few years ago. Fortunately, he still has a little daughter, who is being well raised."

"Ah..." Xiao'e was so shocked that she couldn't speak.

She clearly looks like a young girl!

As she was marveling at this, she suddenly realized that there seemed to be someone eavesdropping at the window in the corner.

She held her breath and looked back suddenly, only to see a servant dressed as a palace maid passing by.

She looked at the figure and felt it seemed familiar, but before she had time to think about it, she heard Jiang Xingkuo's call from afar, so she quickly caught up with him.

At a hidden turn, Ruyi looked at Xiao'e who had already walked away, leaning against the wall, gasping for breath.

She suppressed the turmoil in her heart and hurried back to the place where the queen was.

"You mean? The girl in the East Palace was born to her?"

Wan Qianni also stared at Ruyi in disbelief.

"I'm not sure if it was the child from the East Palace. But I heard with my own ears that she gave birth to a daughter. It's absolutely true!"

Ruyi rushed forward to support the collapsed Wan Qianni.

"No wonder... No wonder His Majesty treats her like this..."

Wan Qianni forced herself to calm down. "She's pregnant before marriage! How shameless! How can a lowly servant like her bring such disgrace to the royal family? How can I let her off so easily!"

Her face became ferocious, and Ruyi beside her also frowned and looked at her with concern.

A servant came running in hurriedly.

"My Queen! Something happened to the King's uncle!"

After an incense stick of time, Wan Qianni, with a furious look on her face, came to the imperial study.

Her emotions were a mess, angry, aggrieved, unwilling, and humble.

The door slowly opened, and the air seemed to still contain the fragrance of the previous person who had opened it, and she woke up instantly.

"Your Majesty! My brother..."

"Queen, you should take a look at this first."

An Zhaoyan seemed to have already thought of what she wanted to say. She immediately interrupted her and threw a memorial in front of her.

She was stunned for a moment as her words were interrupted. Ruyi quickly held the memorial in front of her.

"The Censor Wan Muqing lingers in brothels, drinks, visits prostitutes, and abandons them after having sex, corrupting public morals. The laws of this dynasty are strict. Although official prostitutes can sing and dance with wine, they are not allowed to have private sex with them. Wan Muqing knew the law but broke it, so his crime is even more serious... I hope Your Majesty will punish him severely..."

Her head was buzzing and she grabbed the memorial and threw it away in anger.

"Your Majesty! Your Majesty! This is a false accusation! The bad guy is the first to accuse! Your Majesty! It was obviously Wei Chuchu..."

In panic, she met An Zhaoyan's icy eyes. The bone-chilling chill struck her heart, and her heart seemed to be frozen into a desolate snowy field.

She looked away, but her gaze fell on a painting on the wall behind him.

"The country is peaceful and the people are prosperous."

Haha. The crooked font and the exquisite and grand frame made it even more dazzling to Wan Qianni.

What else could this be if not a provocation or a mockery?

She pinched the hem of her skirt hard and stood up slowly, not letting go even though her fingers turned red.

"I am not feeling well, so I will take my leave now."

An Zhaoyan looked at her back and frowned.