Quick Wear: Plan to Save the Unrequited Boss

The implication is that if someone dared to stab Emperor An Chengdi's favorite daughter this time, he might even dare to assassinate the emperor next time.

An Chengdi narrowed his eyes.

"Check, send someone there now."

The addresses Wen Ling gave were not fake. They were all investigated by Xiao Qi during this period of time.

Duke Rui, who was kneeling on the ground, had his heart in his throat. He began to wonder if the secret guards he had trained had been out of his control for too long and had really become disloyal.

I guess he wasn't cruel enough. He should have given them a special poison to restrain them at all times.

An hour later, someone came back to report.

"Your Majesty, the information the princess provided is reliable. When I arrived, those secret guards had all committed suicide by taking poison. However, judging from the account books we seized, it was indeed the Duke of Rui who provided them with money and trained them."

Emperor An Chengdi took a look at the account book presented to him, then stood up and threw the account book at him.

"What else do you have to say?"

The overall situation has been decided and there is no point in saying more. Duke Rui knew that he would not be in any big trouble. After all, he had been an official for many years and was involved in many matters in the court. The emperor still needed him to balance the court, but his son was deposed.

Emperor An Cheng was furious and ordered his decree to be announced on the spot.

Duke Rui was dismissed from his official position in the court, fined one year's salary and forced to reflect on his mistakes in seclusion in his mansion for half a year. As for Chu Yuan's assassination of the royal princess, he was given poisoned wine.

After everything was settled, Wen Ling was kept in the palace by Emperor An Cheng.

As for Shen Jingyou, he was taken to the Dali Temple for investigation. He returned to the Duke of Zhenguo's Mansion after verifying what happened last night at dawn.

Early the next morning, Wen Xu hurried to Wen Ling's palace.

When he saw Wen Ling, he held her hand tightly.

"I just learned this morning that my sister was attacked last night. Is she injured?"

Wen Ling rubbed the head of the elegant and well-behaved young boy in front of her.

"Sister is fine, the matter has been investigated clearly."

"Sister, it's useless to blame me. I can't help you with anything."

Wen Ling pinched Wen Xu's aggrieved face.

"Who said Ah Xu is useless? Ah Xu came early this morning to bring warmth to my sister."

Wen Xu pouted and her cheeks turned red.

"Sister always makes fun of me."

"How could I? Sister is obviously very sincere."

Wen Xu held Wen Ling's hand seriously.

"Sister, please wait a little longer. I have learned a lot from my teacher recently. When I grow up, I will protect you."

"Okay, anyway, I'll be relying on you for support from now on."

At this time in the Queen's Palace, Wen Ze kicked over the incense burner.

"That idiot Chu Yuan, I reminded my uncle to be more careful about the trouble he caused, but he ended up causing such a big problem."

Now that Duke Rui has been unable to attend court for half a year, his every word and action in court in the future will probably be constrained by Wen Heng and his party.

"Why are you so angry? After all, your uncle is only temporarily absent from government affairs for half a year."

The queen rubbed her temples and looked at her son who was standing below and throwing a tantrum with a headache.

"Mother, please call my aunt into the palace and give her a good scolding. How could she raise such a foolish son? If all the descendants of Duke Rui are fools like Chu Yuan, then no matter how much I support the Chu family, it will be useless."

Wen Ze flicked his sleeves and left Changchun Palace.

That makes sense. The Chu family cannot afford to have anyone who holds them back anymore.

There was something amiss in the Duke Zhenguo's Mansion at this time. Su Rou held the Duke Zhenguo's arm and watched the servants delivering books into the wide-open study room one after another.

"What, what stimulated Jingyou?"

He came back early in the morning, without having breakfast or catching up on sleep, and asked someone to find him some books by sages, which he usually disdained even after just one glance. He also cleared out those idle books like Ziyouji.

The Duke of Zhenguo stroked the ring on his thumb and narrowed his eyes.

"Let him do what he wants."

Wen Ling did not see Shen Jingyou when she returned from the palace in the afternoon. She thought that he would come over to ask about what happened last night as soon as she came back. After asking, she found out that he was in the study.

It was almost time to rest at night, but no one showed up. Wen Ling asked suspiciously.

The servants reported that Shen Jingyou had only asked for a plate of snacks and tea the whole day and had not left the study. A 17-year-old boy was in the stage of growing up, so how could he just eat a plate of snacks?

Wen Ling asked someone to prepare some food. When she walked into the study, she saw the young man leaning on the couch, reading a book in his hands.

There were also a few books scattered on the table and on the floor.

Wen Ling picked it up, took a look at it and frowned. It was all a bunch of profound principles.

The young man was so focused on watching that he didn't even notice Wen Ling coming in for a while. It was not until the servants came in with food that he frowned in displeasure.

"Didn't I say I wasn't hungry?"

"Eat something even if you're not hungry."

Wen Ling took the book from him with a look of disapproval on her face.

"How can you go a whole day without eating?"

Shen Jingyou raised his eyes and met a pair of beautiful almond-shaped eyes. He was stunned and pursed his lips.

"Are you worried about me?"

"otherwise?"

Shen Jingyou sat up, curved his lips into a smile, and the eyes that looked at her were twinkling with starlight, so dazzling that Wen Ling couldn't help but dazed.

"I'm very happy."

Wen Ling was stunned. This was not what Shen Jingyou would usually say. She always felt that something had changed about the boy.

When I came to my senses, I saw that he was already sitting there eating.

Wen Ling sat down across from him and began to speak, "Why don't you ask me about what happened yesterday?"

Shen Jingyou paused holding the chopsticks, looked up and his eyes were silent for a moment, then he showed the same shallow smile that was unique to young people.

“I just feel it’s not important anymore.”

He wasn't stupid. Last night's incident had taught him that Wen Ling wasn't just some naive, pampered princess who cared only about which dress was prettier or which piece of jewelry was more fashionable. She was clear-headed, and she had orchestrated Chu Yuan's fate.

As early as last night when she entered the palace, she had calculated everything, his cooperation, and the emperor's thoughts.

He could vaguely realize what Wen Ling wanted to do, so it didn't matter now. He couldn't help her at all at the moment, except for one thing.

He wanted to know whether the man last night was a subordinate she had recruited or someone she really liked.

He found it a little ridiculous to think this way. The two of them behaved very intimately. That day in the restaurant, she even allowed him to hold her arm. Such inappropriate behavior, what else was there to ask about?

But he was unwilling to give up. He couldn't give up Wen Ling. He would grow up as quickly as possible, until he could protect her from all the hardships.

She didn't want to tell him about those things, simply because she felt it had nothing to do with him and it wouldn't do him any good to know more. But he wanted to participate, he wanted to participate in everything related to her.

Feeling a little relieved, Shen Jingyou raised his eyes, his dark eyes carrying an incomprehensible depth.

"Is the man next to you last night the one you like?"

His face was calm, but only he knew that at this moment his heart was hanging high in the air, and his hands, covered by the table, were clenched and pale. He was like a prisoner waiting for the verdict, wanting to hear it but not daring to.

At this moment, time stood still, and he could even feel the frequency of her every breath.