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Uncle Qiu has been feeling guilty for a long time: "Those thieves not only burned the queen's yard and her belongings, but also made Jing Xin look like a half-human, half-ghost. If I wasn't greedy, I would have thought that God had pity on me and gave me a son... It's my greed and delusion. How can I be worthy of them? How can I still live in this world..."

"Uncle Qiu, this is human nature, you don't have to blame yourself. If you want to blame someone, blame them for being too cunning. A thief can steal for a thousand days, but you can't guard against thieves for a thousand days." Zhou Chang had never thought of this.

Prince Yi Fengming's heart was already broken, and he had never seriously considered Uncle Qiu's situation from his perspective.

But now that things have come to this, it’s useless to say anything more.

Feng Ming also got excited: "Uncle Qiu, I may not be able to accompany you all the time, but I am still half your son. I will definitely let you enjoy your old age and take care of you until the end of your life. Uncle Qiu, just forget about the matter of Xiao Jiangzi and take care of yourself. In the future, just tell me what kind of wine you like to drink and I will buy it for you."

Uncle Qiu beat his chest with one hand and pointed at the wine jars on the opposite side with a trembling hand: "The monthly allowance given by the prince is too much to spend, so why does the prince need to sell wine to this old servant? It's all because of my greed. I have been drinking for so many years, how could I be confused by a few jars of wine from Xiao Jiangzi..."

Zhou Chang took the opportunity to persuade him: "Uncle Qiu, it's not safe to keep those wines indoors. Wine is flammable. How about I find someone to move them to the warehouse? When you want to drink, you can ask Li Fu to get them. Is that okay?"

“No, no…” Uncle Qiu lunged forward, grabbing the edge of the bed tightly, his eyes bloodshot.

Zhou Chang was shocked. It turned out that for an alcoholic, taking away someone's wine would actually be taking their life.

Zhong Yu explained at the side: "Your Highness, these wine jars of Uncle Qiu are all empty. They are placed in the room just for decoration. They have all been drunk up over the years, so there shouldn't be any problem."

"Oh, that's good. Then I won't move, I won't move..." Zhou Chang broke out in cold sweat on his back.

“No, Your Majesty…” Uncle Qiu banged his head against the edge of the bed again, “I don’t want to drink anymore, I don’t want to drink anymore. Throw these wine jars out. I won’t drink anymore.”

Zhou Chang then remembered that Xiao Jiangzi's hand-drawn drawing was hidden in the wine jar, so the wine jar must be empty.

"Uncle Qiu, that's not your fault. I told you not to take it to heart." Zhou Chang had just said that he wanted to forget this person, but he didn't expect that he would be reminded of his past again, so he quickly stopped him.

Uncle Qiu was helped back to the head of the bed, but he closed his eyes tightly, looking ashamed to face the world.

"Although I often advise you to drink less, it's okay to drink less if you like it." Uncle Qiu said so, and Zhou Chang couldn't think of any other good way to relieve his worries, so he might as well continue to drink less.

Uncle Qiu still kept his eyes closed and said nothing, with two lines of tears sliding down from the corners of his eyes.

"Alas..." Zhou Chang really didn't know what else to say. He just hoped that Uncle Qiu could get rid of his guilt and self-blame. "Uncle Qiu, Xiao Jiangzi can't be kept. He is one of the culprits in the whole thing. If you can't get rid of your hatred, why don't you kill him yourself and avenge Aunt Jing? How do you think?"

Uncle Qiu had been crying silently with his eyes closed, but suddenly he opened his eyes wide and looked at Zhou Chang in amazement: "Your Majesty is going to kill Xiao Jiangzi?"

"Uncle Qiu, don't you want to...?" Zhou Chang originally thought it was natural. After all, keeping Xiao Jiangzi around would not give him any clues and would be a hassle. Moreover, it would cause Aunt Jing and Uncle Qiu to be like this. Didn't he deserve to die?

But seeing that Uncle Qiu seemed reluctant to leave, he couldn't help but hesitate.

Uncle Qiu's eyes were filled with confusion.

"Everything is according to Uncle Qiu's wishes..." Zhou Chang took another step back. "You have always been kind-hearted, and you have been with Xiao Jiangzi for such a long time. He may have been forced to do so. If you are willing, you can release him in two days."

After she finished speaking, she first thought that the reason why Ma Feihu couldn't reveal the mastermind behind the scenes was because he didn't see it at all, and it was useless to force him. But Xiao Jiangzi was different, he knew who his master was.

Previously, Zhou Chang had always thought that Prince Duan was the biggest suspect, but after these two days of lying in the grass on the back hill of Anle Temple and thinking about it carefully, he realized that if he followed the principle of "ultimate profit", Prince Duan was no longer the ultimate beneficiary, so it might not be him who did it.

But if there was someone else, she and Prince Yi Fengming could not think of anyone else no matter how hard they tried. The only suspect was Prince Xian, but they had no evidence at all.

Before, he only wanted to kill Xiao Jiangzi to vent his anger, but in fact, he could follow the clues and find out the truth.

"Your Highness, he, he..., I am not soft-hearted, it's just..." Uncle Qiu was soft-hearted.

Zhou Chang had already made up his mind, but he said it another way: "Yes, Uncle Qiu is not soft-hearted, but that little Jiangzi is indeed a pitiful person."

"Your Highness, you should handle the matter with that person. I shouldn't have interrupted you. I just hope Jing Xin can get better." Uncle Qiu was conflicted.

Zhou Chang consoled him, "Of course, Uncle Qiu doesn't need to worry about it. It was my decision to let Xiao Jiangzi go, and it can be considered a punishment. He can either fend for himself or go back to his master. I'm afraid neither of them will have a good ending."

"Oh..." Uncle Qiu seemed to think hard, and finally sighed and agreed.

"Uncle Qiu, you should take care of yourself first, and don't worry about anything else." Zhou Chang saw that it was almost time, so he stood up. "Don't worry about Aunt Jing. I'll go see her right now and try to find a way to heal her face."

"Yeah..." Uncle Qiu nodded vigorously when he mentioned Aunt Jing.

Zhou Chang asked Zhong Yu to stay with him for a while, waiting for Li Fu to boil the medicine and make sure Uncle Qiu drank it.

Only then did he feel at ease and leave Uncle Qiu's yard.

Just as I walked out of the yard and headed west, Shouhou and Gao Yuan had just parked their carriage and were heading towards Uncle Qiu.

Zhou Chang told the two of them about Uncle Qiu's situation, and asked Gao Yuan to interrogate Xiao Jiangzi again in the next two days to see if he could find out who was the mastermind behind the scenes.

If nothing can be learned, they will find an excuse to release the person and then send someone to follow him, hoping to find more clues.

Gao Yuan agreed to all of them.

Afterwards, Zhou Chang hurried to Aunt Jing's west courtyard.

As soon as she entered the room, Yuan Qi was already there, holding a bowl of soup and feeding it to Aunt Jing.

When Yuan Qi saw Zhou Chang, he stood up and made way.

Aunt Jing suddenly panicked and tried to dodge, but she was still very weak and had difficulty moving. She shook her head twice and could do nothing else, and she didn't know where the injury was affected.

Zhou Chang quickly stepped forward and gently stroked her uninjured left shoulder: "Don't move, Aunt Jing, don't be afraid, we are all here."

Beads of sweat oozed from Aunt Jing's forehead. She turned her head away desperately and uttered a few words with difficulty: "Your Majesty, please get out. Don't look at me, don't look at me."