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

It always gets dark very early in winter.

When Jiang Yingcheng woke up, the sky was already slightly dim.

Candlesticks had been lit in the room, and under the flickering candlelight, the sharp lines on Jiang Yanchuan's profile seemed much softer.

Jiang Yingcheng's vision had just cleared up when he was dazzled by the beauty in front of him.

[Slurp, my beautiful father is so pleasing to the eyes! ]

Jiang Yanchuan paused while flipping through the memorials, and before he turned around, he heard the sound of footsteps approaching.

The little voice that always made him happy followed closely: "Father~"

Jiang Yanchuan put down the memorial, turned around and leaned over to scoop up the small ball filled with the sweet scent of pastries, and he took it into his arms.

Jiang Yingcheng first rubbed her handsome father's chest twice, and then asked in a milky voice: "What are you looking at, father?"

Jiang Yanchuan only glanced at the memorial spread out on the table, then stood up and carried the little guy towards the bed: ""

The little girl had already helped him so much today, and he didn't want to fill her entire childhood with these worries.

However, just as he stood up and walked back, the little guy had already grabbed his sleeve and leaned over to take a quick glance at the memorial.

[Northwest... refugees... acting suspiciously? ]

Jiang Yingcheng's curiosity was ignited to the peak in an instant.

[What is this, Brother Tong? What did the Emperor's memorial say?! ]

She is so curious!

Worried that 007 would be passive and lazy if he ordered it too many times today, Jiang Yingcheng also made a bold statement: "If I can't figure out the content on it today, I will do nothing!"

She made up her mind that if 007 didn't check the news for her, she would be possessed by a tape recorder and keep nagging 007!

Jiang Yanchuan picked up a piece of peach blossom pastry that Lu Yao had prepared in advance and handed it to Jiang Yingcheng: "Would you like to try some peach blossom pastry?"

Jiang Yingcheng's nose twitched twice: "Yeah, yeah, I want it!"

007: […]

Zhuang Xuyao ​​had been escorted back to the Zhuang Mansion by Duke Wang. Jiang Yanchuan and Jiang Yingcheng had a simple dinner at the East Factory before preparing to return to the palace.

A long ceremonial procession was deployed in front of the East Factory gate. Jiang Yingcheng, led by her handsome father, walked towards the imperial sedan chair in the middle of the street, surrounded by numerous guards.

The memorials brought today were only a few, and Jiang Yanchuan could almost foresee the late-night battles that were about to come. He lowered his eyes and walked forward with a cold expression, the chill on his face even colder than the wind and snow around him.

Suddenly——

【Huh?】 Jiang Yingcheng suddenly stopped, 【Uncle Lei?】

Jiang Yanchuan paused, turned around and followed the little guy's gaze.

【Wow, Grandpa Kan is here too! 】

[Uncle Gao, Uncle Dong, Uncle Jiang...] Jiang Yingcheng was more and more surprised and puzzled as he looked at them. [Why don't they come over?]

The people standing at the entrance of the alley had bitter expressions on their faces.

It’s not that they didn’t want to go, but they were frozen after waiting for a whole day.

Lu Yao, hiding behind the crowd, looked up at the sky guiltily, and refused to turn back to meet the staring eyes of the generals.

In the end, Kan Ruifeng patted the juniors on the back one by one, and then led everyone to the imperial presence in a hurry.

"Your Majesty, your Highness—"

His words were interrupted by a hot water bottle suddenly stuffed into his hand. Kan Ruifeng lowered his head and met a pair of almond-shaped eyes that were sparkling with tiny lights.

"Why is Grandpa Kan here?" Jiang Yingcheng's voice was innocent.

Kan Ruifeng's heart, which had originally been warmed up along with the warmed hands, suddenly became bitter.

This is really a sad story.

He boldly patted the little guy's head twice and said to Emperor Mingze, "It's rare for the little prince to leave the palace, so we old guys wanted to treat him well. So, we've prepared a lot of snacks that are popular with children."

The several generals following behind hurriedly took out the snacks they had prepared in advance. Several of them were still steaming hot. They were the ones they bought back every once in a while.

For lunch today, they had those cold cakes.

As they were talking, someone's stomach made a rumbling sound, obviously he was very hungry.

but--

They looked at the cute little ball of milk on the ground with sparkling eyes.

As long as the little prince can be happy, their whole day's waiting will be worth it!

Under everyone's expectant gaze, Jiang Yingcheng suddenly raised his hand to cover his mouth and let out a restrained "burp".

[Wow, this is too much. Uncle Lu really gave me too much...]

Everyone looked up stiffly, their eyes filled with grief and anger as they looked at Lu Yao.

They are enduring the biting cold outside while you are happily hosting a banquet inside?

Well, well, the feud between them has finally been settled today!

Jiang Yanchuan's gloomy eyes swept across the red faces of several people. Finally, he couldn't bear it and ordered the car to turn around and head towards the general's mansion.

Along the way, Jiang Yingcheng, surrounded by guilt, would occasionally stretch out his little hands from the imperial carriage to hand out some small cakes to the uncles accompanying him.

The hearts of several people, which had been chilled by the cold wind, were soothed in an instant by this chubby little hand.

The team stopped in front of Kan's mansion.

Everyone in the Kan Mansion had already received Kan Ruifeng's signal and prepared a very sumptuous dinner in advance. Jiang Yanchuan and Jiang Yingcheng had just finished dinner in the East Factory and were invited to the table again in the blink of an eye.

Jiang Yingcheng held in his hands some pastries that were happily stuffed into his hands by several uncles, his little face full of confusion.

She really couldn't eat any more, but these were all gifts from her uncles...

Just as Jiang Yingcheng was struggling, a big hand suddenly reached down from above her head, took the snack in her hand, and put it into his mouth without changing his expression.

Jiang Yanchuan felt the sweet taste that he usually didn't like, and couldn't help but frowned slightly.

Kan Ruifeng spoke at this time: "Your Majesty, we asked you to come here today because we have an important message to report to you."

After saying this, he tilted his head slightly, signaled his trusted aides to take all the servants out, and sent people to guard strictly around the main hall to ensure that no one would eavesdrop.

He took out the letter that the little guy had stuffed into them from his sleeve and handed it respectfully to Jiang Yanchuan.

"A few days ago, a mysterious person slipped some notes to us, which contained important information related to Bei Ming."

Jiang Yanchuan glanced at Jiang Yingcheng who stretched his neck silently, and opened the letter.

There were a few crooked, winding lines drawn on it, and Yuan Liangping's vigorous handwriting was cut into small squares, which were then rearranged and pasted on the topographic map.

Kan Ruifeng carefully observed the young prince's expression and spoke carefully: "The letter said that there is a copper mine that has not been mined yet around Kangyang County in the northwest of Beiming..."

The map was actually very detailed, but since they were going to sneak in rashly this time, they still needed to know more about the surrounding situation.

What if... there are some treasures over there that the little princess doesn't like, and they can just steal them?

The eyes of several generals were fixed on the small figure beside Emperor Mingze, and the expectations in their eyes were almost solidified.

Jiang Yingcheng was indeed curious: [Hmm... Northwest? ]

Everyone felt relieved.

I'm coming!

[Did you hear something about Northwest just now? 】

[Ah! There are refugees in the northwest, traveling thousands of miles to Beijing with suspicious behavior! We haven't eaten this melon yet! ]

[Brother Tong, Brother Tong, hurry up, put the melon in my mouth! ! ]

Several people's breath caught in their throats.

You are wrong, my lord!

This is not what they want to know!