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

"What...what?" The butler couldn't hold back his surprise for a moment, and the expression on his face was frozen in astonishment.

He had been in the palace for more than ten years. Although he had only recently been promoted to the position of chief steward, he believed that he was very familiar with every tiny change in his own prince's expression and could analyze the most real thoughts from them.

The prince didn't just "not hate" them, he clearly liked the two little guys in the yard very much!

but……

The prince even wanted to kill his own brother, so how could he... how could he like his brother's offspring? !

Jiang Yian turned and looked at the butler.

Sometimes, the attitude of those above you will directly affect the way your subordinates do things.

Even though he had said that those two little kids should not be neglected, there were still people who thought they were smart enough to guess his thoughts.

Privately, he didn't want the two little guys to suffer here, and telling Cui Yue about this directly was the fastest way he could think of.

"Uncle Cui," Jiang Yian put away his usual indifference, and his eyes gradually warmed up, "It took a full hour from the time Jiang Yingcheng ran out of the imperial study to the time she left the palace."

"Do you know what she has been doing during this time?"

"What?" Cui Yue looked dazed, feeling that everything around him was not so real.

Jiang Yian's usual cold voice rang out in the silent air: "She carried a small bag on her back, dodged many checkpoints along the way, and went to the group of brothers and sisters who were on good terms with her, leaving a farewell gift that she had prepared in advance."

His people happened to intercept one of them. After opening it, they found that it was full of medicinal herbs that were beneficial to the body and several exquisite prescriptions for treating symptomatic diseases.

There was even a handwritten letter inside, with crooked handwriting on it. Jiang Yanchuan had tried for a long time before but had not been able to get the little girl to write a few big words, but now she could write two long pages at once.

This is just for one of them.

Those who care about their loved ones will always receive some preferential treatment from him.

Jiang Yian came back to his senses from his distant thoughts and looked at Cui Yue behind him: "So, you..." Do you know what to do?

Cui Yue's eyes suddenly lit up, and he suddenly realized: "So, she knew that her identity was fake a long time ago, and she was prepared to leave in advance!"

Jiang Yian: “…”

Cui Yue became more and more excited as he spoke: "She might have even bribed the eunuchs around Emperor Mingze in advance. Otherwise, how could she get the news in the first place?!"

Jiang Yian turned and left.

“Eh?” Cui Yue quickly raised his leg, “My Lord, please wait for this old slave, my Lord!”

"I really think this is the truth of the matter. Think about it, if she had nothing to hide, how could she..."

"Your Majesty——"

……

"Hmm?" Jiang Yingcheng reluctantly ate two bites of the food brought by the housekeeper, looking listless. "What do you like?"

She was planning her next escape, but the old man kept nagging in her ear, so she couldn't think of a plan or hear what he said.

"My prince said he likes you," Cui Yue repeated tirelessly, his eyes sincere, "May I ask how you did it?"

He figured it out after he went back.

The reason why his prince treated these two little guys differently was simply because he saw a glimpse of the light of family affection that he longed for in these two little guys.

This fake princess was clearly in a life-and-death crisis, but she still insisted on sending the medicinal herbs she thought were useful to the people she recognized as her relatives.

The real prince obviously knew his identity a long time ago, but he never thought of exposing it. He just watched silently as the wealth and glory that should have belonged to him was taken away by the fake princess, without any complaints.

Such temptation was too fatal for King Jing, who had never experienced the deep love between brothers.

As the new steward of Prince Jing's Mansion, Cui Yue should strive to gain a little bit of light for his prince!

Today he will...

"pat-"

The slight sound of food falling on the table successfully interrupted Cui Yue's thoughts which had drifted to an unknown distance.

"What's going on?" Cui Yue looked at the girl opposite with a dazed look on his face.

How come he looked like he was frightened by something when he just didn't notice it for a moment? !

Jiang Yingcheng had just learned from 007 the cause of this inexplicable conversation, and he was completely confused for a long while.

"Like Chengcheng?"

Cui Yue looked at the surprised expression of the little boy in front of him, and actually felt a bit of inappropriate happiness in his heart.

See it.

It’s not that he doesn’t understand his prince.

The one who was liked didn’t feel it at all!

"Yes!" He nodded resolutely with the good wishes of warming the prince.

Jiang Yingcheng was silent.

Jiang Yingcheng's eyes lit up!

[Like Cheng Cheng?! ]

【Then Chengcheng has a solution! 】

When he looked up again, Jiang Yingcheng's expression was a mixture of shock, emotion, realization, and a hint of grievance: "Did Uncle King Jing really say that?"

Cui Yue was stunned and panicked. He hurriedly called for someone to hand him a handkerchief: "Why are you still crying?!"

A thin layer of mist quickly gathered under the little guy's eyes, and his eye sockets turned red on the spot.

King Jing had no children and never married in his life. Cui Yue, who had never come into contact with a child of this age, was overwhelmed.

The moisture in Jiang Yingcheng's eyes gathered more and more, and then, it formed a round drop of water, which slowly slid down from the corner of his eye...

But in just a moment, she had already started to cry and hiccuped: "Cheng, Chengcheng has always thought that Uncle King Jing doesn't like Chengcheng..."

Cui Yue hurriedly wiped the little guy's tears: "Why do you think so?"

He hated crying children very much, but because this little fellow was the one his prince had personally said he liked, and even though the baby was crying sadly, it refused to make too loud a sound, and saw its stubborn and aggrieved look, his heart softened for a moment.

"But, but..." Jiang Yingcheng sobbed, "Before, Chengcheng carved a small doll for Uncle Jingwang as a gift. Uncle Jingwang not only confiscated it, but also walked away on the spot..."

"This……"

Cui Yue racked his brains: "Maybe... he was... um..."

Although he couldn't find a reasonable explanation, Cui Yue was overwhelmed by a huge sense of responsibility at that moment: "Maybe, we can carve another one and give it to His Royal Highness Prince Jing?"

"Then, if Uncle Prince Jing still doesn't accept it, Chengcheng will feel so ashamed--"

"It's okay! Otherwise...we can carve it secretly?"

Jiang Yingcheng was happy: "You won't tell Uncle Jing?"

Cui Yue was full of pride: "Of course!"

He, Cui Yue, vowed to protect the prince's iron-blooded tenderness to the death! !

【Hehe~】

Lin Jinshu: “…”