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

In order to facilitate Jiang Yingcheng's plan to lead the team, Jiang Yanchuan specially arranged for everyone to stay in Lingji Temple for another afternoon.

Jiang Yingcheng, who was "addicted to studying" again, shyly pulled Yuan Liangping aside. The two little heads leaned together and whispered to each other for the whole afternoon.

It was not until the sun set that Jiang Yingcheng, yawning, let go of the miserable labor that he had bought with two silver notes.

Yuan Liangping looked at Jiang Yingcheng with resentment as he went back to Emperor Mingze to act cute and ask for a hug. After being picked up, he yawned lazily in the other's arms. He felt that his swollen and painful wrists, his numb feet, and his dry eyes were all——

It's worth it!!

He pinched the small stack of papers in his sleeve with satisfaction, and the corners of his lips raised slightly.

That was the envelope that the young prince had just stuffed into his pocket when he thought he wasn't paying attention. What was inside should be the silver note that had been agreed upon!

The gloom brought by an afternoon of hard work was instantly dispelled. Yuan Liangping hummed a little tune, turned a corner, and walked towards the emerging group of ministers who could hear the little princess's voice.

"Oh, this is not an injustice, sir," Gao Siyuan greeted warmly, "When you are done, you..."

Yuan Liangping deliberately patted the hidden pocket in his sleeve and said, "How do you know I have some private money?"

Gao Siyuan: “…”

"How did you know I was going to secretly go to the snack street to have a good meal today?"

Gao Siyuan: “…”

"Ah, look at me," Yuan Liangping said with sympathy, "I forgot that you are also someone who needs to hand over all your salary."

The smile on Gao Siyuan's face suddenly disappeared, his lips were pursed into a straight line, and he looked at Yuan Liangping with a dead look.

Yuan Liangping was still unaware of it.

He took out a folding fan from somewhere and waved it back and forth in the cold wind: "As a man, how can you not keep some private money?"

"Although you can't do my job, you can still go out and do some idle work, right?"

The sound of Gao Siyuan grinding his teeth was so deafening that even Jiang Yingcheng, who was mumbling something next to him, stopped for a moment.

[Hmm? What's that sound? ? ]

Gao Siyuan quickly put on a cheerful face before the little prince looked over, and thought with gritted teeth in his heart: Let's see if he can find a way to tell Yuan Liangping's wife about this little bit of private money.

Ling Ji'an prepared a dinner for everyone according to the specifications of the vegetarian lunch.

After using it, they returned the same way.

The Grand Empress Dowager also followed them and sat on the imperial sedan chair back to the palace. Jiang Yingcheng successfully exchanged five "bobos" for a hug filled with the scent of sandalwood, and he was so happy.

[Hehehe, Chengcheng likes grandma~]

[Grandma also likes Chengcheng the most. With Grandma backing Chengcheng up, won’t he be able to walk all over the palace in the future? ]

Jiang Yingcheng fell into a wonderful fantasy about the future.

[If you want to eat cakes, eat cakes! If you don’t want to exercise, don’t exercise! If you want to skip school, skip school! ! ]

【Hey hey hey...】

The Empress Dowager: “…”

She was just about to break the little guy's beautiful fantasy indirectly, but when she looked down, she saw that he had closed his eyes sleepily and was about to fall asleep.

The Empress Dowager, who believed in strict education all her life, paused for a moment, then with a kind smile, she pulled over the cloak that Jiang Yanchuan had placed aside and gently wrapped it around the little guy.

Jiang Yanchuan: "..."

……

In the team accompanying the imperial carriage, several ministers who had received letters from the young prince briefly left the team and each found a secluded corner.

Kan Ruifeng took out a thick stack of letters with trembling hands, his eyes anxious.

This is the key to whether the treasury of Da Rui will be full in the next ten years. As long as they can find the two mineral deposits according to the directions on the map, they can... huh?

Is there something wrong?

Although the map drawn on this stack of letter paper is also a topographic map, what can be seen is the elegant and graceful word "Beijing City" marked in the middle.

Is the heartland of Beiming also called "Capital"?

On the other side, General Guide Lei Zhixin was also lost in thought over the letter in his hand.

What he got was indeed a topographic map, but...

The three words "Pinggu County" made him feel familiar and strange at the same time...

Suddenly, he realized something.

He remembered where this "Pinggu County" was!

Isn't this the name of Beiming's border? !

Lei Zhixin suddenly jumped onto the horse's back and clamped his legs around the horse's belly.

General Kan, wait for me!

Yuan Liangping was still mixed in the group of ministers. He held the reins tightly in his right hand and held a piece of rice paper in his left hand. When he lowered his head to look at the words on the paper, his expression was calm and his body was stiff.

Although he seemed to be breathing steadily, he had actually been gone for a while.

After a while, his hands began to tremble violently and his breathing through his nostrils became rapid.

Who can tell him why the envelope that was supposed to contain the banknotes contained a piece of rice paper with the deadly words "It was Concubine Rou who harmed you" written on it? ? !

His eyes swept through the crowd, his anxious gaze seemed to be about to spit out flames.

who is it?

Who took his private money? !

Jiang Yingcheng was unaware of the chaos outside. She curled up in the arms of the Empress Dowager and slept soundly all the way. When she opened her eyes again, she was already in an unfamiliar palace. The person holding her was no longer her great-grandmother, but her handsome father.

Jiang Yingcheng had only stretched halfway when he was frightened by a shrill scream coming from outside the door, and his whole body trembled.

“Grandmother, wuwuwu,” someone sobbed as she walked in, “You have to make the decision for Wan’er, Grandmother!”

Jiang Yingcheng had just woken up from a sweet dream, her vision was still hazy. She squinted her eyes for a long time before she recognized that the person crying bitterly was none other than the beautiful aunt whom she disliked.

[Well, if she doesn't put on an overbearing attitude, Cheng Cheng won't recognize her. ]

The Empress Dowager was stunned and suddenly turned to look at Jiang Yanchuan.

In her impression, Pan Jingwan was gentle, generous, well-educated and well-mannered, and was a concubine that she was very satisfied with. How come she left such an impression in the little girl's mind?

If she had heard someone describe Concubine Rou like this before, she would definitely not believe it, but everything that happened today proved to her that what the little guy said in his heart was not groundless, so...

Has the little guy been wronged by Concubine Rou?

The balance in the Empress Dowager's heart tilted back and forth.

The little guy is so adorable, and the words that occasionally come out of his heart are full of admiration and love for them. He is a good child with a pure and clear mind.

only……

The impression Pan Jingwan had left on her in the past as a virtuous woman was too deep, and she wanted to give both parties a chance to explore whether there was any misunderstanding.

Thinking of this, the Empress Dowager spoke gracefully.

"Why do I need to make the decision?"