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

Jinyou wondered, "Did the sun rise from the west today? Has this old stubborn man become slick?"

When dealing with such a straightforward person, you have to speak your mind directly.

"Why did Master Ji suddenly change his temper today?"

Ji Zhonghuan shook his head, not even thinking of hiding anything. He said directly, "The Sixth Prince's matter has far-reaching implications. Although the Emperor doesn't care about the Sixth Prince as much as the other princes, as long as He Qianzhao is still alive, he will do it, even if it's just a pretense. Now this matter is under your responsibility. I can still conceal some of the Crown Prince's actions for you. I will just pretend I don't know about this matter, and Crown Prince, don't mention it again in the future."

Ji Zhonghuan paused. If Xiao Yunzhen had not implicated various forces and even the person sitting on the throne, he would have wanted to know the whole story.

But now, from Jinyou's attitude, it can be seen that he is determined to confirm the fact. Xiao Yunzhen is dead and this is an indisputable fact!

So what could he say? Arrest all of them and throw them into the imperial prison? Even the princes would be implicated.

Ji Zhonghuan was rarely smooth-talking, and Jinyou was too lazy to refute him. He revealed some inside information to prevent him from spinning around like a headless fly and discovering other things.

"The wet nurse and the rebels in the mountains are all the Second Prince's men."

Ji Zhonghuan was genuinely shocked when he heard this, "The Second Prince again?"

Jin You nodded, "There's no way to kill the Second Prince right now, so we can only leave this case unsolved. It's just hard for Master Ji to handle the investigation under pressure for a few days."

Ji Zhonghuan's eyes were filled with bitterness: "I'm used to it..."

"These few days, the Japanese prince will push the dead ghost out, and it will all depend on Master Ji to write the ending."

... "I know!" Ji Zhonghuan said in a bad tone. This was the first time he had fabricated a case in so many years.

Who made him stand in the same boat with this black-hearted prince!

Jinyou met his murderous gaze and smiled shyly, "If you have any clues about the official trafficking case, please send someone to report it as soon as possible."

Ji Zhonghuan became even more upset.

"Your Highness! Don't think I didn't know that someone from the palace was among those investigating the case. Why would I need to send someone to inform you, Your Highness?"

Jinyou scratched his head: "At least we have to pretend."

"That's the same reason. It's getting late, so I'll take my leave first."

Ji Zhonghuan bowed and left the Regent's Palace with a lot of secrets in his mind.

After Ji Zhonghuan left, Jin You yawned, and his tense body suddenly relaxed, and he felt very sleepy for a moment.

The effects of a sleepless night were now apparent, and Jinyou felt a dull pain in his head.

Wen Yan had just brought over a cup of refreshing tea when she saw Jin You covering his head with his hands, and her heart suddenly tightened.

Placing the tea on the desk, he asked with concern, "Prince, what's wrong with you? Would you like me to ask Master Qingfei to come and take a look at you?"

Jinyou put his hand on Wenyan's arm and rejected her suggestion. "No need. I'll just go and rest for a while. If anyone from the mansion comes, just wake me up."

Wen Yan frowned, looking worried, "Is the prince really alright?"

"Yeah. I'm just a little sleepy. I'll be fine after a short rest."

"Well then, if you feel uncomfortable, just tell me."

"I know~" Jinyou coaxed Wenyan with a drawn-out tone, like teasing a child, "Why are you becoming more and more like Uncle He? Have you become accustomed to his nagging after spending so much time with him? If that's the case, I won't agree to you learning how to be a housekeeper from Uncle He."

"Ah?" Wen Yan shook his head. "No! Wait until I finish my studies with He Bo and grow up a little, I can take charge of the palace for the prince."

Jinyou's eyes flashed. It was still unknown whether this palace would exist in the future. It was too early to say anything about it.

But he couldn't bear to dampen Wen Yan's enthusiasm, so he encouraged him: "Then you go find He Bo later, I'll go take a nap."

"Okay, I'll take the prince back to his room to rest first."

Wen Yan helped Jinyou back to the room and placed him on the bed.

Jin You fell on the bed. As soon as he rested his head on the jade pillow, he felt his mind spinning wildly, and he fell into a deep sleep the next second.

Wen Yan called out softly twice, and seeing that Jinyou did not respond, she tiptoed to cover Jinyou with a blanket, quietly left the room and closed the door.

Wen Yan turned around and saw Xiao Que'er in a striking red dress.

"Little Wenyan!"

"Shh! Sister Que'er, the prince has just fallen asleep, be careful not to wake him up!" Wen Yan made a gesture to keep quiet and pointed to the room.

Xiao Que'er fell silent and asked quietly, "Has Master Ji left? Did he ask anything?"

Wen Yan shook his head. He was too far away to hear clearly what Lord Ji said to the prince, but he knew that Lord Ji had indeed left the house.

"Master Ji should have gone back to the Dali Temple. Why does Sister Que'er want to see Master Ji for something?"

Xiao Que'er glared, pinched Wen Yan's face, gritted her teeth and whispered, "Why would I look for him? I can't even hide from him. Well, since the prince is asleep, I'll go back first. Remember to call me when you wake up."

The little bird ran away as fast as the wind.

Wen Yan stood at the door, covering her red cheeks, puffing out her cheeks, and looking angry.

I murmured to myself, "Humph! Sooner or later, when I grow up and become more handsome, no one will pinch my face anymore!"

After saying that, he covered his face and ran quickly to find He Bo.

For a moment, everyone in Liuyunzhai was doing their own thing and there was an extremely quiet state.

Of course, the tranquility of Liuyunzhai does not affect Qingfei's courtyard.

At this time, there was chaos in Qingfei Courtyard.

"Stop! Don't run!"

Qing Fei was responded to by silence.

"Oh my god! Who knew this guy would be so destructive after waking up? Ge Pu Mu! What the hell is going on?"

"Ah? I don't know either? If you ask me, who should I ask?" Ge Pu Mu followed Qing Fei, panting.

"This thing wasn't researched by your family? You don't know? Are you kidding me?"

"It's not you. Hey, how many times do I have to tell you that I didn't know about this thing? It was lost as early as my grandfather's generation. How could I know that he suddenly came back to life!"

"You! Don't you know why you are messing with him?" Qing Fei couldn't suppress the anger in his heart. He turned around, took out two pointers and threw them at Ge Pu Mu, ignoring the iron man who was destroying things everywhere.

"Why did you hit me?" Ge Pumu explained while dodging, "I really didn't do anything. Why don't you believe me? This thing has been like this since I got up! I've told you at least ten times!"

Ge Pumu was also driven to anger by Qing Fei. He picked up the object without even looking at it and hit Qing Fei.

"Put down the wild ginseng!"

Ge Pu Mu looked down and saw, wow, it’s still a treasure!

He curled his lips in a wicked smile, a plan coming to mind. He picked up the wild ginseng and was about to throw it to the ground, "I'm telling you, if you come over here again, I'll destroy it! I'll destroy your treasure and leave you with nowhere to cry!"

As expected, medicinal herbs are Qing Fei's lifeblood. Seeing that Ge Pu Mu really wanted to destroy the ginseng, she became anxious.

"Put it down here! Let's talk it over nicely. The ginseng is innocent." Seeing Ge Pumu raised his hand to throw it, he said, "Don't! That's a hundred-year-old ginseng, a rare and precious treasure! If you drop it today, I'll go find the prince!"

When Jinyou was mentioned, the two men turned off the fire. Ge Pumu put Qingfei's treasure back to its original place and argued again: "I said I didn't do it. I, Ge Pumu, do things alone. How could I lie to you? If I did it, I will admit it. If it wasn't me, even if you kill me, I won't admit it!"

Hearing Ge Pumu's confident words, Qing Fei also began to doubt, "But there are only you and me in this courtyard. If you didn't touch him and I didn't touch him, then who did? Could it be that he woke up on his own and ran away?"

Qing Fei tutted, turned around and rushed towards the Tin Man, "Don't touch my medicinal herbs!"

Although the Tin Woodman had lost his mind, he still had strength. He was so destructive that no one could stop him.

"I really didn't move. You have to believe me. I get up later than you do every day. You don't even know what's going on, so how can I know?"

"Alright! Now's not the time to talk about this. You go to the left, I'll go to the right, and we'll capture him together. If we can't study him alive, we'll have to kill him!"

"Trouble is, you're so lucky that only this tin man is still alive."

Qing Fei frowned but didn't refute. It wasn't that he was lucky; he had spent two days studying it. It was that the iron man seemed indestructible, even immortal.

It simply cannot be explained by common sense.

He was clearly cut open and then sewn up, so how could he suddenly come back to life?

He didn't understand and couldn't understand.

"Stop talking so much. Get ready. I'll say one thing and two things, and then we'll be ready to catch him!"

"Okay." Ge Pu Mu quietly walked to the left side of the Tin Man and saw that Qing Fei was ready. The two looked at each other.

Qing Fei opened her lips and counted: "One... two... catch!"

The two men lunged at him at the same time and pinned the Tin Man to the ground.

However, the strength of the Tin Man's struggle was beyond their expectations. He flung the two men away, broke free, and stood up.

Qing Fei and Ge Pu Mu were thrown aside and looked at the Tin Man in surprise.

"Damn, it's just the two of us, how can we subdue him?" Ge Pumu opened his mouth slightly and pointed at the running Tin Man. "I mean, why don't we go get some help? What do you think?"

Qing Fei also slowly got up from the ground and patted the dust off his body, "There's no other way, you hold me up while I go find Xiao Que'er to help."

"? No, why me?"

Qing Fei said without even turning around: "With my mediocre martial arts skills, won't I be beaten to death by him? If you have martial arts skills, go ahead and I'll be back soon!"

Unfortunately, before Qing Fei could go for help, she saw the tin man's movements gradually slowing down, and then as if he had lost his support, he fell to the ground with a thud and lay motionless.

"?" Ge Pumu was puzzled: "Why did he die again?"

Qing Fei didn't understand either. He stopped shaking his head halfway, looked towards the gate of the courtyard, and suddenly his eyes widened.

The man was wearing a hood and had a face exactly like Qing Fei's.

Pei Qingfan curled his lips slightly, looked up at Qing Fei with a smile, and said, "Long time no see, do you like this gift, brother~"