The Crybaby Prince is Reborn, Where is the Prince Going?

Jinyou couldn't help but think about the word "遥..."

How could it be such a coincidence? A month ago, Emperor Xuan told my father that he wanted to find the missing little princess, and just a month later, the jade pendant with the princess' name appeared.

He Jinyou didn't want to think of the worst, but he had to speculate the truth based on the worst assumptions.

What if Emperor Xuan had found the princess earlier and framed my father?

No, that won’t happen. At least now my father is still valuable, and Emperor Xuan doesn’t dare to act rashly.

Moreover, the place where this little beggar appeared was not a place He Qianzhao would pass by.

What's more, Bai Mo also said that the little beggar was about ten years old. According to his father, the princess should only be six or seven years old now, which doesn't match the age at all.

Then there is only one possibility left, that all this was an accident, and the jade pendant did not belong to the little beggar, it is more likely that he stole it from somewhere!

He Jinyou shook his head, straightened out the messy thoughts in his mind, and asked casually, "Is Daddy back?" This matter still needs to be discussed with Daddy. After all, only Daddy has seen the patterns of the jade pendant. Instead of guessing blindly, it is better to verify it.

"The prince has returned and should be in Wangyou Court now."

"Okay, let's go now."

When they found Wangyouting, they could still hear the sound of piano coming from the courtyard.

The sound of the piano is melodious but not cheerful, it sounds like crying and complaining as if expressing longing.

Jinyou stopped outside the courtyard and turned to ask Wenyan, "What day is today?"

Wen Yan thought for a moment and replied, "August 9th, the Mid-Autumn Festival is just a few days away."

He Jinyou felt a little scalp-numbing at this moment. Why did it happen at this time?

In previous years, He Qianzhao would play the piano every day in the Wangyou Courtyard a few days before the Mid-Autumn Festival, and would not handle government affairs or receive guests.

Even he himself rarely gets into trouble these days.

Although Jinyou didn't know who He Qianzhao was missing, his intuition told him that it would be best not to go in at this moment.

But this jade pendant is now like a hot potato in his hands, which makes him unable to sleep or eat. What else can he do if he doesn't discuss it with He Qianzhao?

While I was thinking about it, the sound of the piano in the yard had stopped at some point.

Suddenly, a man's cold voice rang out: "You'er, what are you doing standing outside the yard? Why don't you come in?"

"Here I come, Daddy!"

Jin You responded, turned to look at Wen Yan and Bai Mo, and ordered: "You two go back first. Wen Yan, ask the doctor to take a look at your injury. You don't need to follow me today."

"Prince..."

Before Wen Yan could say anything else, Bai Mo carried the person on his shoulders, said goodbye, and disappeared in an instant.

He Jinyou shook his head and walked into the yard.

Wangyou Courtyard is not a commonly used residence in the palace. Only a few days before the Mid-Autumn Festival, He Qianzhao will open Wangyou Courtyard and play the piano in it for many days.

Upon entering Wangyou Courtyard, the first thing you see is a pavilion in the middle of the lake, its four corners raised like a crane spreading its wings, ready to take flight. Vermilion pillars and carved beams and painted buildings complement each other, radiating splendor. Climbing the pavilion, the view stretches far into the distance, revealing the entire courtyard's beauty. He Qianzhao sat in the pavilion, playing the qin.

The lake is not big, but it is surrounded by exquisite and scattered rockery, with gurgling water, forming a picturesque landscape painting.

The stream flowing down from the rockery gradually converged into a clear spring, in which there were several fat carps swinging their tails with difficulty.

Jinyou had very little memory about Wangyou Courtyard, and this seemed to be his first comprehensive look at Wangyou Courtyard.

The last time was when he was five years old. He was feeding the koi in front of the small clear spring and was almost dragged into the pond by a fat koi.

In the end, it was He Qianzhao who pulled him up and saved him from drowning.

But he didn't die, but the koi in the pond died.

Although his revenge was achieved, he never visited Wangyouting again after that.

Jinyou was thinking all the way, passing a few fat koi, and walked along the corridor next to the rockery, then climbed up the bridge to the pavilion in the center of the lake from another small stone path.

It took some more effort before he successfully got to He Qianzhao.

Jinyou bowed and said, "Daddy."

He Qianzhao picked up the wine flask and took a sip of wine, then tilted his head to look at Jinyou: "Didn't I teach you Qinggong? Why don't you use it?"

Jinyou scratched his head, and a trace of embarrassment gradually appeared on his face.

He could say that the Qinggong taught by his father was more difficult than that taught by his martial arts master. Was he too stupid or not proficient enough?

Obviously not!

So he said, "I've been so busy studying the Four Books and Five Classics with Master Wang these past few days that I've fallen behind in my studies."

I'm sorry, Lord Wang, it's because daddy doesn't like you in the first place!

Jinyou felt a little secretly happy. Lord Wang had been giving him more homework every day, and he couldn't finish it every day. He would be punished to copy in the Shangshufang. These days, his hands would hurt whenever he picked up the brush.

I really don’t have time to practice martial arts, and I’m not lying!

The more he thought about it, the more it made sense, and Jinyou's bent little body gradually straightened up.

He Qianzhao glanced at Jinyou but didn't expose his little thoughts.

He simply said, "If Lord Wang bullies you in the Shangshufang, come back and tell me straight. But your martial arts skills cannot be ignored. Only if you are proficient in both civil and military affairs can you inherit my legacy."

Jinyou nodded obediently, "I understand, kid."

"Well, what do you want from me?"

He Qianzhao took another sip of wine. At this time, he had completely lost the cheerful and cheerful demeanor he had during the day. Instead, he became more unruly after being a little drunk.

"It's like this, Daddy." Jinyou briefly recounted what happened, then took out the engraved jade pendant and handed it to He Qianzhao.

"I've never seen the princess's jade pendant, but the word 'Tiao' engraved on it reminds me of the missing princess."

He Qianzhao took the jade pendant and looked at it carefully, turning it over and over for a long time. His eyes, which were clouded by alcohol, gradually became clear.

"Where was it found?"

Jinyou noticed the strangeness in He Qianzhao's tone, and his heart was pulled up.

Since Daddy reacted like this, does that mean this jade pendant is the missing princess's jade pendant?

But the little beggar is gone!

"Bai Mo said that the little beggar disappeared at the intersection of Chunxi Street and Tongque Street, and he didn't go looking for him."

"You'er, go back first. Leave this matter to Daddy. Don't make it public."

He Qianzhao spoke seriously, and Jinyou was most afraid of his stern expression.

Because this is the time when there is a high probability that someone will die, and there will always be someone who dies because of the bad luck brought upon the father.

So he agreed, "The child knows."

Jinyou could guess what He Qianzhao was thinking.

If it really was the princess, He Qianzhao could quietly save her life with his methods. If it wasn't the princess, he could follow this clue and eventually find her. Once the matter was settled, he could report it to the emperor, and it would become a new life-saving talisman!

"Well, today is a day off. If you have nothing else to do, practice the martial arts I taught you. The bridge in Wangyou Courtyard was never meant for people to walk on."

He Qianzhao left a sentence that Jinyou didn't quite understand, flicked his sleeves, and jumped out of the pavilion in the middle of the lake. His toes tapped lightly on the withered lotus leaves, and his sleeves fluttered over the rockery.

He Qianzhao's figure gradually disappeared, and Jinyou suddenly thought of the person in the palace.

He shouted, "Daddy! Can I come into the palace again?"

The wind carried He Qianzhao's voice into Jinyou's ears, just two words: "Whatever you want."