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

When Jiang Yingcheng looked over with a blank expression, the emptiness on his face made Jiang Yanchuan feel a little distressed.

Maybe it’s not just a few points, but a lot of heartache.

The little guy carried such a secret with him, realizing that it would be discovered sooner or later, so he had been very careful and tried his best to help him. Now that he thought about it, maybe... he was not a very competent father.

He always wanted to speak out after he had everything under his control, but he forgot that she would always feel uneasy about it.

Jiang Yanchuan slowly squatted down, stretched out his hand to turn the little guy in a different direction, and then, he wiped the corners of the little guy's eyes, trying to ease the little guy's emotions, and teased: "Are you going to cry again?"

However, his experience in coaxing children was so poor that it would have been better if he hadn't said this. Once he said it -

Jiang Yingcheng shook his head blankly, and then, like a burst dam, tears gushed out in an instant: "Woo waaaaa——"

She quickly drew an equation in her mind -

Her father knew her identity = she could no longer be a princess = her father would no longer love her as much as his own child!

The sudden situation made it impossible for her to think about why her handsome father had known about this for a long time but never exposed her. She just burst into tears instinctively.

Different from his previous performative sobbing, this time the little guy didn't even ask for help from "Brother Tong" in his heart, and he cried very attentively.

Jiang Yanchuan: "..."

What did he say wrong?!

The young emperor, who was invincible on the battlefield, felt for the first time in his life that he was still lacking in strategy in certain matters.

But he had no choice but to coax her softly.

Jiang Yanchuan took the crying little girl into his arms and patted her back gently: "Oh no, our Chengcheng is going to be discovered crying by her uncle You."

The wailing voice paused for a while, and a faint voice came from his arms: "Then, then let's change places quickly--"

She really couldn't control this indescribable emotion, and her mind was only briefly occupied by the fear of impending embarrassment, and she barely stopped.

Jiang Yanchuan was amused by the little guy's reaction. He reached out and picked up the round ball, and with a tap of his toes, he disappeared from the spot in an instant.

Liaochen and Gao Siyuan did not follow.

It happened that You Xi rushed out of the room at this time, looking anxious: "What's wrong? What's wrong? I just heard Cheng Cheng crying?!"

"No." The two smiled and turned back, deciding to protect the little guy's image.

Gao Siyuan: "Liaochen just sprained his foot and screamed. This might be the sound that Brother You heard."

Lechen, who was a step slow to speak, turned his head lifelessly and looked at Gao Siyuan motionlessly.

Gao Siyuan stiffened his body with guilt, not daring to look back: "Oh, by the way, His Majesty had something urgent to do, so he took the little princess back first. Before she left, the little princess said that she liked the porcelain vase very much, and asked me to ask Brother You if she could take it away."

"Is that so?" You Xi nodded blankly. He didn't think it was wrong for a martial arts master to sprain his ankle, nor did he think it was undignified for an adult to scream after spraining his ankle. He just said, "Of course, if you two have anything you like, you can take it at will."

"Thank you very much, Brother You!" Gao Siyuan hurriedly ran towards the porcelain bottle, avoiding Chen's gaze that was directed at him.

Lechen: “…”

……

Jiang Yanchuan took the little guy and hid in the forest. There was no one around and they were surrounded by emerald green pines and cypresses. They didn't have to worry about being discovered by hiding behind the trees and could let the little guy cry as much as he wanted.

But Jiang Yingcheng's crying was interrupted, and now she was at this point, she couldn't cry anymore.

The sobbing and tapping sounds never stopped.

After hesitating for a long time, she finally asked the question: "Father, how...how did the emperor know?"

Jiang Yanchuan lowered his eyes and pondered for a while, then decided to rescue Concubine Wan who had suffered enough torture: "It was Chengcheng's mother who told father."

"She was worried that Cheng Cheng would be charged with deceiving the emperor one day, so she took all the blame on herself."

If he were in Concubine Wan's shoes, he wouldn't dare say that he would do better than Concubine Wan. Being in such a swamp, it would be difficult to distinguish right from wrong. He could understand the reasons behind everything Concubine Wan did, but he still hoped that the little guy could feel more love.

She should live in love.

Jiang Yingcheng's expression was visibly stunned for a moment: "Mother?"

A huge fear suddenly surged into his heart: "Mother?!"

She clutched the collar of her beautiful father, not caring about her identity, and stuttered: "Mother, mother, she is very pitiful! She was also deceived by her sister, she, she didn't mean it!"

"My mother, my brother can't survive, let Chengcheng take his place!"

Jiang Yingcheng's tears flowed violently again. She cried until she hiccuped and her words were incoherent, but Jiang Yanchuan understood it all.

If he had not sent Jinshu out of the palace at that time, he would not have lived to this age.

"Father knows everything," he said, wiping the little one's tears with a handkerchief, "You three have done very well."

Jiang Yanchuan lowered his voice and said, "Concubine Wan successfully protected both of you. Even in such an environment, Jinshu maintained her pure nature. Chengcheng also—"

"Chengcheng, this is not good," Jiang Yingcheng suddenly interrupted her father, sobbing, "Chengcheng, Chengcheng has known about this for a long time, but never told father..."

Her voice became lower and lower, until the end, Jiang Yanchuan had to listen and guess before he could piece together a complete sentence.

"Chengcheng is still young," he said, "It's understandable that she can't think so much."

Jiang Yingcheng still felt ashamed, and lowered his head, not wanting to raise it for a moment: "But, but...but brother Jinshu, brother Jinshu doesn't have a father..."

"The emperor is here. He will have his father for many, many years to come," Jiang Yanchuan said.

Jiang Yingcheng remained silent.

so good.

she thinks.

Although she was going to die without a father, he didn't seem to have any intention of blaming her mother. Her younger brother Jinshu also had a father, so she didn't have to live with such a huge guilt every day.

Although, although she will always miss them in her heart, there is nothing she can do about it.

Who said she wasn't the real child of her father, the emperor, and her mother, the concubine...

"Chengcheng too." Jiang Yanchuan added in time when he saw the little guy falling into the panic of his own imagination again.

Jiang Yingcheng finally raised his head this time: "What is it?"

"Chengcheng will always have father for many, many years to come." Jiang Yanchuan threw away the handkerchief that was too wet to use anymore and reached out to wipe the little one's tears. "Father will give Chengcheng a lot of love and make Chengcheng always as happy as before."

Jiang Yingcheng's heartbeat suddenly became very fast, as if it was about to jump out of his throat.

She raised her hand and pressed it on her heart, and asked blankly, "Why did Father..."

"Because Chengcheng is excellent," Jiang Yanchuan said gently, "Chengcheng deserves the best love in the world."

"Where is...excellent?"

Jiang Yanchuan stretched out his beautiful eyebrows and his thoughts went back to the very beginning of the day——

"You passed so many people and ran clumsily to my side."

"Stretch out your arms and let me pick you up."

"Don't think of me as a cold-blooded emperor, just as your father."

"No one has ever thought of this."

"Chengcheng is the first one."