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

Zhang Yuke sat at the round table. Without her exaggerated makeup, her eyes and eyebrows still showed the delicate and gentle look she had when she was young. However, her face was now staring blankly at her.

Lian Qing and the little guy picked up food for each other, as if they had known each other for years.

"Try this, the buns here are amazing, I can eat eight at a time!"

"Wow!" The little guy's eyes sparkled, as if he thought it was a great thing to eat eight buns at a time, "Then, let Brother Lian Qing try Cheng Cheng's favorite egg cake too!"

Lian Qing holds the bowl: "Wow——"

"cough."

Zhang Yuke finally couldn't stand Lian Qing's silly look any longer and interrupted, "Why did the little princess show up at my house so early?"

She even emphasized the pronunciation of the three words "little princess" for fear that the fool Lian Qing would not understand her hint.

However, the reactions of the two people opposite her were contrary to her expectations.

Lian Qing seemed to have known the little guy's true identity for a long time, and there was no surprise on his face.

The little fellow suddenly opened his eyes wide, with a hint of embarrassment from being concerned: "Because, because the uncles didn't get enough rest yesterday, they all looked very sleepy when they came to court, so the emperor ended the court meeting early!"

Zhang Yuke: “???”

Who did this little guy learn this ability to summarize key points from? !

Was she asking, "Why so early?"

What she clearly asked was "why did you show up at her house so early?"

Moreover, such a small group of people can actually go to court together? !

During the moment she was silent, the little girl blushed again and put a small piece of cake on her plate.

That’s what the little guy said, it’s his favorite egg cake.

Zhang Yuke: “…”

Forget it.

Zhang Yuke's heart softened.

Although we still don’t know why the little guy came here, it doesn’t look like he’s here to cause trouble.

She picked up the wooden chopsticks, picked up the snack and put it into her mouth.

The fragrance of egg and milk, mixed with a hint of sweetness, was sucked into her stomach.

It's quite delicious indeed.

……

The destructive power of two chatterboxes together is simply multiplied.

During Zhang Yuke's breakfast, he was always on guard against Lian Qing saying something he shouldn't, and he also had to pay close attention to the movements around him, fearing that someone's enemy might chase him here.

When the torture was finally over, she felt as if she had aged ten years in an instant.

Zhang Yuke asked Lian Qingzhi to clean the table, and then took the little guy back to his room.

"Can I tell you now?" She asked straight to the point as she entered the room.

Every time she came back here, she would deliberately walk around a few more times, for fear that someone was following them and finding their lair.

The fact that the little guy could find this place under such circumstances must be that the imperial court noticed their unusual movements.

"Oh~" Jiang Yingcheng raised her little face and looked at her aunt Yu Ke, then lowered her head and rummaged in her sleeves, pulling out a stack of crumpled papers, "This is for auntie."

Zhang Yuke lowered his head.

The stack of paper was covered with crooked handwriting, which looked very much like the little guy's homework in class.

What to give her this for?

Zhang Yuke looked doubtful, but still took it subconsciously: "Thank you for the gift, but you--" What on earth are you doing here?

Before she could finish her words, she froze in place after a casual glance.

After a few breaths, she suddenly began to flip through the stack of rice paper.

The further I looked, the more I trembled.

The little guy's voice seemed to be a long distance away from her, and it reached her ears hazily.

"...These are only a small part of the other party's evidence, but they are enough to convict them first."

Amid the huge roar, Zhang Yuke only heard this most crucial sentence.

But it was enough to make her burst into tears.

She clenched her fists suddenly, but quickly loosened them for fear of damaging the evidence, with a blank expression on her face: "No... I didn't hear clearly."

She actually heard two sentences clearly.

But her brain was so confused at the moment that she couldn't process the overly complicated news.

The thing she had been seeking for her entire life was finally delivered to her hands so easily, giving her a sense of unreality as if she were immersed in a dream.

My head felt heavy and white stars appeared in front of my eyes.

Jiang Yingcheng didn't mind and repeated it again in a very proper manner.

"Uncle Lu Yao said that time is tight and he has only found this much information. But as long as he sends the man to the Imperial Prison, he will be able to turn all the evidence against him upside down and will definitely not let the people suffer injustice!"

When she said this, there was no trace of guilt on her face for lying.

The young commander of the Embroidered Uniform Guard had no idea that there was such an organization in the capital, and he eagerly hoped that someone could uphold justice for them.

Even the words on this small stack of rice paper were hastily written by her during the morning court session.

but……

Uncle Lu is not here anyway, so even if we put all the blame on him, he won’t know!

——Jiang Yingcheng thought happily.

"The location of the physical and human evidence of the incident has been given to Brother Lian Qing. Brother has already sent people to look for it~"

Zhang Yuke's face was filled with realization.

No wonder.

Although Lian Qing had a kind personality, he was always extremely vigilant when facing people from the imperial court. It turned out that this was the reason why he was able to accept the little guy in such a short time.

No wonder, in the small courtyard where there should have been several people staying, only Lian Qing was left today.

She believed in Lian Qing, and by the way, she also believed in the little guy's sincerity.

But there is no such thing as free kindness in this world.

Zhang Yuke trembled and said, "What does your highness want?"

Jiang Yingcheng shook his head.

She actually wanted to ask Aunt Yu Ke to join her handsome father's camp, but she felt that using evidence of such a tragic murder as a threat was a bit too much.

"Uncle Cheng and Uncle Lu are preparing the evidence that the people in Aunt's yard need. Things will get better and better in the future!"

The baby's purring voice was so clear that it instantly made Zhang Yuke's eyes wet.

With a plop, Zhang Yuke fell straight to his knees on the ground.

"I am Qiao Zhimiao, the daughter of a guilty minister," she said in a choked voice, "On behalf of the more than one hundred people in the Qiao family, and on behalf of all the poor brothers and sisters in the courtyard, I thank the little princess for her grace!"

The once noble daughter of a wealthy family finally had her own light after experiencing ups and downs in her life.

Jiang Yingcheng was too weak to support Aunt Yu Ke who was lying limp on the ground, so he simply squatted down.

She carefully wiped Aunt Yu Ke's face with her sleeve, but the tears dried and flowed again and could not be wiped away.

Her hands felt a little sore, so she simply put them down.

Jiang Yingcheng propped up his chin with both hands, looked up into the other person's eyes, and said as if offering a treasure: "Chengcheng has already greeted the uncles in Dengwen Drum Court. They will definitely be gentle with the twenty big boards~ So--"

"Auntie, are you going?"