After transmigrating into the book, I replaced the innocent-looking girl and became the Crown Prince

Chen Qing took out the letter.

Ru Feng presented the letter to the Crown Prince.

"I see all living beings as grass and trees, but I see you as a green mountain."

See you at the Rose Pavilion at midnight tonight.

What a wonderful saying: "I see all living beings as grass and trees, but I only see you as a green mountain."

Looking at the familiar thin gold script, Lu Hanting's eyes were filled with gloom.

He had seen her practicing calligraphy every day for the past few days, so he had come to understand her handwriting.

Little did I know that besides being able to write, she could also write love poems.

Lu Hanting threw the letter over.

"Take a look for yourself, is the handwriting on this yours?"

Seeing the prince's gloomy face, Chen Qing thought his trick had succeeded.

Wu Weiwei took the letter and, seeing the familiar handwriting, her face gradually turned pale.

"Your Highness, this is not my writing. Someone must have imitated my handwriting."

If you don't believe me, there are still drafts I wrote on in the library that can prove it.

Even so, Wu Weiwei remained calm and composed in defending herself.

"Wanqiu, go and bring me the large pieces of paper I usually write on so that the young master can see them."

Wanqiu and the others never expected this to happen; the girl had secretly run away without telling them.

But they were completely unaware.

But she believed that the girl must have something to do when she went out late at night, and just didn't want to get in their way.

She watched all this with trepidation, fearing that her master would be labeled as promiscuous.

"Yes, girl."

A short while later, Wanqiu came in carrying a large roll of manuscript paper.

"Your Highness, all the calligraphy that the young lady has practiced during this period is here."

The prince took it and flipped through it one by one.

Chen Qing was nervous. Even if she produced the manuscript, so what? How could she prove that the love poem written for her was not her work?

Little did he know that Wu Weiwei had already seen through his inner thoughts.

She glanced at him dismissively.

"Your Highness, in order to check the improvement in my handwriting, I have marked the sequence on each sheet of paper. You can see it by flipping through them one by one."

While practicing calligraphy today, I discovered that pages 15 and 20 of my previous manuscript were missing.

I don't know if it was lost or if there's a traitor within my Biyun Court.

It must be a thief who used my manuscript to imitate my handwriting and frame me. I implore Your Highness to investigate thoroughly.

As she said this, Wu Weiwei glanced sharply in the direction where Linghe was kneeling.

The prince immediately understood what she meant.

The Crown Prince flipped through the pages she mentioned, specifically pages 15 and 20, and indeed found nothing there.

"You're talking nonsense, these are all your people."

"Don't you know that your maid deliberately hid two pages when she got your manuscript? You two must have conspired together!"

Upon seeing Wu Weiwei's words, Chen Qing tried to distance himself from her, but despite the freezing weather, cold sweat kept pouring down his forehead.

"Me, conspiring with the maid?"

Wu Weiwei gave him a disdainful look.

"May I ask, young master Chen, what are your monthly expenses?"

After all that was said, Wu Weiwei finally understood.

The young master Chen, who is present before us, is a distant cousin of Consort Rong from the third wife's family, who is staying at the Marquis of Dingguo's residence.

Because his parents died early and his family was poor, he barely passed the imperial examination at the age of twenty with the support of his clansmen, which shows that he had some talent for studying.

How could someone as snobbish as Aunt Ke Rong possibly provide him with free education?

Even if they could provide it, the monthly amount of money supporting their petitions would certainly not be much.

Therefore, Wu Weiwei realized that this petition must have been sent by the third branch of the family to harm her.

She knew perfectly well that this was definitely the work of the Fourth Sister, but she didn't know how the cloaked man knew about it.

Upon hearing Wu Weiwei's question, Chen Qing's face turned pale.

"Why do you ask?"

"Just tell me what the girl is asking you."

Liu Yun, who was standing nearby, understood that someone was jealous of Wu Tongfang's favor with the prince and wanted to frame her.

Chen Qing glanced at the prince and stammered, "Two taels of silver."

Two ounces?

For a poor relative living in a noble family's mansion, receiving two taels of silver a month was already considered quite good.

Doing nothing all day, just eating and reading, eating, reading, and then sleeping.

It seems that Aunt Rong treated him quite well.

Back then, even as a maid, she could only earn two taels of silver a month despite working herself to the bone.

"Alright, since your monthly allowance is two taels of silver, how much do you spend each month on writing brushes, ink, paper, and inkstones?"

Upon hearing this, Chen Qing looked up in astonishment.

What does she mean?

What does this have to do with his purchase of writing brushes, ink, paper, and inkstones?

However, he had no choice but to answer.

"About half of the expenses are spent on this."

"Okay, let's say you spend two taels a month on writing brushes, ink, paper and inkstones. That means the paper cost will only account for a small portion of your monthly expenses."

So, you're only spending less than one or two pairs of Xuan paper per month, right?

Wu Weiwei looked at the prince and said, "Your Highness, look at the paper he used in that letter, and then look at the paper used in my manuscript. Are they the same type of paper?"

The crown prince examined the paper used in both papers.

Looking at Wu Weiwei's face again, one can understand what she means.

"Please tell me, all the paper in my room was specially purchased for me by the young master from the best Zhenbaozhai in the capital. It is the noble paper of Xuanjing, and the price of a single four-foot sheet of Xuan paper is more than one tael."

She looked at Chen Qing with disdain, "With your meager monthly allowance, do you think you can afford to buy this Zhenbaozhai Xuan paper? Or do you simply not be able to afford it at all!"

"me……"

Chen Qing's face flushed red. At this moment, he suddenly realized that he had underestimated this young lady.

"How can you prove that this letter wasn't written by you just because it's made of paper?"

To avoid leaving any evidence, you can have your maid buy ordinary Xuan paper to write to me.

"Hehe, you have such a big face. I even had my maid buy paper for me."

As she spoke, Wu Weiwei looked at the prince and asked, "Your Highness, do you think this humble servant is mentally ill?"

Lu Hanting was baffled by the question and couldn't understand her thought process at that moment.

She's not rich and stupid.

Someone has already bought her writing brushes, ink, paper, and inkstones. Why should she spend money to buy them again? Isn't that something only a fool would do?

“You’re sick, you’re sick,” Polly suddenly said, hanging in the room.

These people are disturbing its peace and quiet in the middle of the night; it's really infuriating.

"Polly, shut up."

Wu Weiwei said to it.

"I'll shut up, I'll shut up."

Seeing that his master was angry, Polly felt wronged and dared not speak.

"If Your Highness does not believe me, you can send someone to search all the major bookstores in the capital to see if there are any records of my maids from Biyunting purchasing paper and pens."

The prince did not speak; his gaze swept over the two of them.

"What happened tonight..."

Seeing that the prince was about to close the case, Chen Qing's mind raced.

He has studied diligently for ten years, and next year he will finally be able to take the imperial examination.

If he is convicted, the heir will ruthlessly expel him from the Marquis's mansion, and he will also miss the imperial examination next year.

He was not reconciled.

Just as the Crown Prince slammed his fist on the table, he hurriedly said, "It was the Third Branch, the Fourth Miss of the Third Branch, who told me to do this?"