The tyrant is changing the plot madly because of the fake princess's voice

Pan Jingwan's face suddenly became paler than Kou Qiwen's.

She had finally managed to get out of her confinement, and had not yet been able to snatch Huai'an back from Concubine Yan's hands. Now this had happened -

This was undoubtedly a fatal blow to her.

But she couldn't make any excuses for herself.

What the little girl said was true, and there were so many Jinyiwei who could confirm it. If she spoke rashly at this time, people would inevitably think that she was guilty.

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 long 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 girl took it seriously."

This statement evades the main point, but it is also impeccable.

After all, no one could prove that King Jing really had the intention to kill at that time.

The Grand Empress Dowager raised her hand and stroked the little guy's back, while Jiang Yanchuan slowly withdrew his gaze from the little guy's upturned lips.

The little one has been sticking to him ever since he returned to the palace. 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 little one who came out in a daze to look for his "beautiful father".

This was the first time he heard the words "kill Cheng Cheng" come out of the little guy's mouth so easily.

Jiang Yanchuan's eyes were deep, his fingers kept rubbing the ring unconsciously, and he didn't speak for a long time.

Although everything seemed calm in Yunxi Palace, Jiang Yian keenly felt that the atmosphere here had undergone a drastic change.

It's not his imagination.

The ministers kept casting reproachful glances in his direction, intentionally or unintentionally, and the rustling of clothes became more frequent than before.

"Your Highness cares about the people of Mengzhou, which is a blessing for our country," a minister suddenly said, "but for such an urgent matter, shouldn't he have come to the palace to meet with the emperor as soon as he arrived in Beijing?"

They had not mentioned this matter before only because of their concern for King Jing's identity, but now, the little girl had suffered such a great injustice from King Jing, they should definitely vent her anger!

Jiang Yian paused, his face suddenly becoming particularly dark.

He slowly turned around and looked at the person who spoke earlier. Before he could say anything, someone else spoke first.

"If the prince was really so worried about the people of Mengzhou, why didn't he send even a doctor in, but went alone..." He went to the capital alone and tried to hide his whereabouts?

"Okay." Jiang Yanchuan, who was at the top, finally spoke.

The day of the expedition to Northern Ming is just around the corner, and this is not a good time for 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 for 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 a mischievous look.

【Hey hey hey...】

……

Jiang Yingcheng was able to indulge himself today and exchanged his points for a small recording prop.

This recording prop can be directly controlled by 007. When key information is touched, 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 ghost" all night long.

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 very easy to fall asleep at night. It’s just a bedtime story, and it won’t take long.

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——

"have you slept?"

"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.

After a while——

"Sleep?"

"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 brocade quilt embroidered with gold thread, the little fellow slept very soundly with his eyes closed.

Jiang Yian: “…”

half an hour.

A suppressed sneer, squeezed out from between teeth, sounded faintly in the house.

"Ah."

To be able to answer his questions like a conditioned reflex even in his sleep, how much willpower must one have to torment him...

Jiang Yian reached out and gently pinched the little guy's round face.

little bastard.

……

In an alley on Yunshan Road.

Zhang Yuke walked back yawning, carrying a basket of breakfast.

The location here is remote, a little far from the center of the capital, but the advantage is that the residents around are not densely populated, and most of the neighbors are tenants with a high turnover of people.

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 raise her hand to knock on the door, she heard bursts of laughter coming from inside.

“Hahahahahahaha, really? Really? Why is he like this? Hahahahaha!”

Zhang Yuke paused for a moment, and immediately goose bumps 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 very deep impression on her!

How come she is here?!

Then, Lian Qing's heartless voice was heard -

"Hahaha, you never expected that, did you? 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 stupid person afraid that they won't be exposed fast enough? !

"Squeak-"

The door, which was usually tightly locked, opened wide today with just a slight push from her.

Zhang Yuke's anger instantly reached the top of his head.

What about the caution she emphasized several times?

Did the dog eat it?!

Before she could 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 little guy was very excited, "I've been waiting for you to have breakfast!!"

Zhang Yuke: “…”

Zhang Yuke: “???”

Whose house is this?