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After Zheng Zhian finished his breakfast, Danqin carried him to the Imperial Study.

As they approached the Imperial Study, they saw Zong Zhenping coming from another direction. It was obvious that he had also been summoned to the palace for yesterday's events.

When Zheng Zhian saw him about to go inside, she raised her hand and waved, shouting loudly, "Brother Zhenping!"

Seeing him turn around and look at her, she quickly asked Danqin to put her down, and then ran to him.

Zong Zhenping wasn't surprised to see her, but he was surprised that the little one had been perfectly fine when they parted yesterday, so how could she have gotten like this overnight? He looked at her with suspicion, "What happened to your neck?"

Who in the palace would dare to lay a hand on her so blatantly? Do they have a death wish?

Zheng Zhian tugged at his robe, indicating that she had something to say to him. Zong Zhenping also cooperated by squatting down and gesturing for her to speak.

"When we go in, don't speak yet. Wait until I finish speaking before you speak," she whispered.

"Why?" This whole affair isn't really her fault; it's mainly him, the 'culprit.' Let her speak first. What should she say?

When Zheng Zhian saw Liu Fuquan come out, he quickly said, "Listen to me." Then he took Liu Fuquan's hand and said happily, "Brother Zhenping, I didn't have a chance to thank you yesterday. I'll have Father send you some treasures later to thank you for saving me."

Zong Zhenping was completely bewildered. Just as he was about to ask the little guy what he was going to do, he saw Chief Eunuch Liu from the Emperor's side come out out of the corner of his eye. He subconsciously said, "Okay."

Liu Fuquan then said with a serious expression, "Princess, Your Highness, please go in."

Danqin, who was lagging behind, also caught up. As soon as they entered the hall and passed through the screen in the middle of the main gate, they saw several ministers.

Chancellor, Marquis of Wuping, Minister of Revenue, Minister of Justice, Minister of Personnel, Minister of Works, Grand Censor...

Ha, those who know the situation are here to complain, but those who don't might think they're discussing some important national affairs!

The atmosphere inside the hall was clearly not harmonious; the emperor's father was sitting on a couch to the side, fiddling with tea sets.

Zheng Zhi'an pretended not to see those people, ran over and climbed onto the bed, sat opposite him and sweetly called out "Father Emperor".

Zong Zhenping stepped forward and bowed.

"Okay, get up." Zheng Hongyuan responded softly, handing each of them a cup for tasting incense.

Several ministers also noticed the bright purple bruise on the princess's neck, and each of them had their own thoughts.

Then the Emperor brought a cup of tea to the Prime Minister and handed it to him. Only then did Zheng Zhian notice that the Prime Minister's face was pale and his eyes were red and swollen, obviously because he had been crying earlier.

“Mr. Jian, now that the two parties involved have arrived, please speak,” Zheng Hongyuan said softly.

The prime minister raised his hand to accept the tea, bowed respectfully, and said with choked sobs and indignation, "This old minister begs Your Majesty to do me justice." After saying this, he knelt down on the ground, spilling the tea in his hand.

Zheng Hongyuan sat back down at his desk, a cold glint in his eyes, as if he were truly going to make the decision for him, and said sternly, "Then what does the Prime Minister wish to do?"

The prime minister, kneeling on the ground, had a fleeting glint in his eyes before his head slammed heavily against the ground again, his voice filled with obvious ruthlessness: "I beg Marquis Wuping to hand over his heir."

The loud thud made Zheng Zhian feel pain for him.

"The Prime Minister demands the surrender of the prisoners from me without giving a reason?" Marquis Wuping's solemn face was etched with a distinct chill as he sternly retorted, "Impossible!"

The Prime Minister, filled with grief and indignation, retorted, "The Crown Prince killed my son, and now the Marquis is asking me why?" When he returned home from his official duties yesterday and saw the corpse of his only son, he was so enraged that he nearly died on the spot. This was the end of his lineage, Jian Yuanzheng's.

Seeing the white-haired man burying his black-haired son, the Prime Minister's face was filled with grief. The Minister of Personnel stepped forward to comfort him, and then knelt on the ground, "I beg Your Majesty to do justice for Elder Jian."

Following behind, several ministers from the Ministry of Justice, the Ministry of Works, and others knelt down and said in unison, "Please, Your Majesty, grant the Prime Minister's request."

Just as the Minister of Revenue was hesitating whether or not to kneel down as well, a soft, sweet voice rang out.

"Is his name Jian Tianyi?" Zheng Zhian asked, puzzled.

I don't know why she asked this, but she was there yesterday, so I can have her as a witness. The Prime Minister looked at Zheng Zhi'an with grief and said, "That's right. I hope the princess can be a witness for my son and bring this murderer to justice, so that this old minister can get justice."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zheng Zhian seemed to recall some terrifying scene, and tears began to fall from his eyes, as if he were terrified and quickly ran to the Emperor for protection.

Zheng Hongyuan, who was sitting on the chair, picked up the person and patted her gently. The chill emanating from his body seemed to freeze into ice. The little one was so scared when she came back yesterday, and he still dared to let her recall it.

Judging from the princess's reaction, it seems that it is indeed true.

Zong Zhenping, however, frowned and lowered his eyelids. Could it be that she was really frightened yesterday? But she just didn't show it in front of him?

After a while, as if she had come to her senses, she said fearfully, "He's a bad person!" Her soft voice trembled, "He...he wanted to kill me. It was Brother Zhenping who saved me, otherwise An'an would have died." After saying that, she burst into tears.

Upon hearing this, the entire study fell silent, eerily silent, with only her wailing remaining, which ironically confirmed the truth of the matter.

Danqin, standing to the side, was completely stunned. So the injury on the princess's neck was inflicted by the prime minister's only son? The little princess almost died at his hands! Thinking of this, Danqin's eyes were filled with murderous intent as she looked at the prime minister.

The prime minister felt the obvious gaze but did not turn around. He had not expected her to say such a thing, since the family members who came back had told him a completely different story.

After hearing this, Zong Zhenping suddenly looked up at her, staring intently at the bruises on her neck. So, the injury was caused by this?

This is what she meant when she entered the palace.

Marquis Wuping also knew the truth. He suddenly looked at the little girl in the emperor's arms. What was she doing?

The kneeling ministers looked at each other, and the Minister of Personnel was the first to stand up and stand at the back, almost touching Danqin, before stopping.

The others were caught in a dilemma: they couldn't stand up, for this was an assassination attempt on the imperial heir! They slowly moved backward on their knees, wishing they had never been to the Imperial Study.

Killing the legitimate princess, how could Jian Tianyi do such a thing? He deserves to die!

The Prime Minister suppressed his anger and said through gritted teeth, "Princess Le'an, are you mistaken? My servants came back and said that the Crown Prince killed my Tianyi for the sake of a child."

Zheng Zhian tilted her head and looked at him with teary eyes, "I...amn a child, aren't I?"

Before the Prime Minister could continue questioning, Zheng Hongyuan said coldly, "Does the Prime Minister know what crime it is to assassinate the Crown Prince?"

The phrase "extermination of nine generations of a family" instantly flashed through everyone's minds!

This is Zheng Zhian's purpose in doing all this. No matter what he says, even if he brings out the three people who went back to testify, she can still say that she is his own person.

With her injuries on display, no one would believe that the heir of the Marquis of Wuping would kill the prime minister's only son for the sake of an ordinary child.

Now, the Chancellor needs to clear himself of the charge of assassinating the imperial heir. If he wants to clear himself of this charge, he will have to give up holding the Marquis of Wuping's son accountable for his mistake.

Seeing the Prime Minister's angry but speechless expression, Zong Zhenping looked solemnly at the little girl still sobbing in the Emperor's arms. "Intelligent" was no longer enough to describe her; she was almost demonically intelligent...