The Emperor's uncle loves me! My paranoid wife, don't run away

Huang Lan's eyes were moist. Shen Runing just looked at her quietly. He didn't ask any questions in a hurry. He just reached out and held Huang Lan's hand. The warmth from his palm made Huang Lan even more unable to control herself.

After a long time, Huang Lan finally spoke: "I...my father..."

Her voice trembled slightly, and she choked with sobs: "Found it."

"Found it?" Shen Runing frowned, a hint of shock flashed in his eyes, "Where did you find it?"

Huang Lan lowered her head, clutching the corners of her clothes tightly with both hands, her fingertips turning white. "Half a month ago, the government asked me to go to the river in the western suburbs to identify the body."

Shen Runing heard this, a trace of sadness appeared between his brows: "...Is it him?"

Huang Lan nodded, tears already rolling down her cheeks.

She spoke with difficulty: "It's him... I recognized him... The people in the government said that when he was washed to the riverbank, he was wearing a jade pendant..."

Shen Runing took a deep breath and suppressed the surging emotions in his heart.

He slowly reached out and patted Huang Lan on the shoulder: "Sister Huang, I'm sorry, I shouldn't ask..."

"No, it's not your fault!" Huang Lan quickly shook her head, raised her tearful eyes and looked at Shen Runing, her voice anxious, "Miss, it's really okay. Over the years, I have long been... I have been prepared for this day..."

Having said this, she paused, but her eyes became more complicated, as if there was something more important stuck in her mind, but she didn't know whether she should say it.

Shen Runing looked at Huang Lan who seemed to be hesitant to speak and sighed slightly in his heart.

She knew that this time, Huang Lan's distraction and series of mistakes were definitely not just because of her father's death.

Holding Huang Lan's hand, he spoke in a low and slow voice that was reassuring: "Sister Huang, you know, I'm not trying to force you to say anything. If there are things you don't want to say, I won't ask any more questions."

"But if you encounter any difficulties, just tell me and I will definitely help you."

Huang Lan's shoulders trembled slightly, and her hand struggled slightly in Shen Runing's palm, but was held firmly by Shen Runing.

"Miss..." Huang Lan's tears burst out again, "I... I'm scared..."

Shen Runing frowned slightly, but her eyes were as gentle as ever: "Sister Huang, what are you afraid of?"

Huang Lan raised her head, her tearful eyes showing a bit of determination. She said in a trembling but clear voice: "Miss, the matter of Huang Yuantang back then was not caused by the emperor... not the emperor!"

"All the gold and silver were not included in the national treasury!"

These words exploded in Shen Runing's ears like thunder. Her eyes suddenly widened and her heart was filled with huge waves.

"Not His Majesty?" She stared at Huang Lan, her voice low but concealing suppressed shock, "How is this possible?"

After the current emperor ascended the throne, the first thing he did was to set fire to Huang Yuantang. Overnight, all the monkeys scattered and all the gold, silver and valuables were taken to the palace. Isn't this known to everyone?

But now, Huang Lan said it wasn't His Majesty...

Huang Lan took a deep breath, slowly took out a paper roll wrapped in oilcloth from her sleeve pocket, and handed it to Shen Runing: "Miss, here is what is hidden in the jade pendant that my father always carries with him... Take a look."

Shen Runing reached out to take the paper roll, his fingertips paused slightly, as if he sensed its weight.

She slowly untied the oilcloth, revealing a piece of yellowed thin paper with dense handwriting on it.

Although the handwriting is a little blurred due to the passage of time, the content can still be recognized.

Shen Runing quickly glanced through them, his eyes becoming more serious: "These... are..."

Huang Lan explained in a low voice: "This is my father's handwriting. Look at the bottom... there are some names and seals of people in the palace..."

Shen Runing's eyes swept to the bottom of the paper and suddenly his eyes turned cold.

'King of Xiang'

"This is..." Shen Runing raised his head with a complicated look in his eyes, "This is clearly..."

Huang Lan nodded, her voice trembling but firm: "All of Huang Yuantang's money went into the pocket of the King of Xiang."

"But then..."

"Hasn't the King of Xiang been imprisoned?"

Shen Runing was silent, tapping the table lightly with his fingertips, his eyes as deep as water.

"Sister Huang, do you know how dangerous it would be if the contents of this paper were discovered?"

"I know!" Huang Lan gritted her teeth, "But Miss, I..."

Shen Runing looked down at the scroll in his hand, a hint of coldness gradually emerging in his eyes.

"Sister Huang, don't worry, leave this to me." Her voice was not loud, but it was full of unquestionable confidence. "But before that, you must not do anything unusual, and don't leak any information, understand?"

The imprisoned prince was able to pull off such a trick of replacing the prince with a cat, which shows that his minions are extremely powerful.

They should also know that Huang He's body was found. Huang Lan, as Huang He's daughter, is in danger.

Huang Lan nodded.

And then there seemed to be something else to say.

"Miss, I got some news a few days ago."

"News about my late husband Guo Bin."

Shen Runing put the note away and then looked up at Huang Lan.

"what news?"

Huang Lan suddenly stood up with such a big movement that she almost knocked over the teacup next to her. This made Shen Runing startled and frowned.

"Forget it, miss, it's nothing." Huang Lan spoke hurriedly, but her eyes flickered, as if she was avoiding something.

"Sorry to trouble you. I'd better go back to the store." She said hastily in a low voice, turned around and was about to leave, without even having time to wipe away her tears.

However, Shen Runing's eyes were always on her back, and the contemplation between his brows became more and more intense.

"Sister Huang."

She called out softly, her voice was not loud, but it revealed a power that could not be ignored.

Huang Lan's footsteps suddenly stopped, as if it was a subconscious reaction, or perhaps she didn't want to leave in her heart.

After a brief silence, Huang Lan turned around hesitantly and looked at Shen Runing with complicated eyes, as if she was struggling, and as if she was looking for some sense of security.

Perhaps this call touched her soft spot, Huang Lan suddenly seemed to deflate, and she slumped back on the bench, clutching the corners of her clothes tightly with both hands, her breathing rapid and disordered.

After a second or two of silence, Huang Lan could no longer suppress the pain accumulated in her heart. She suddenly knelt on the ground, tears streaming down her face. Her voice was so choked that it was almost inaudible: "Miss, my husband... my husband was murdered!"

Shen Runing quickly stood up and helped her up: "Sister Huang, what are you doing? Get up quickly!"

Huang Lan knelt on the ground, refusing to move, as if she had taken root. Her cry was filled with deep despair and pain: "How could they be so cruel?"

“Aren’t people’s lives lives?”

“Do we deserve to become victims of their struggle for power?”