The princess was ordained by Heaven.

He could easily become a tyrant and slaughter them all.

But Zheng Xun's situation was different; she was destined not to be the delicate flower who grew up in the Golden Palace.

She will face much gratitude, but also much danger.

While he was still alive and could still protect her from the wind and rain, he hoped she would experience more difficulties and grow up quickly.

So, in the end, he didn't stand in front of him.

He was an incompetent father.

Then, the three adults took turns recounting the disappearances of Yang Jiayi and Wei Yang.

After listening, the emperor raised an eyebrow slightly: "What do you want me to do?"

"Jiayi is my only grandson. I beg Your Majesty to order a search for him! I want to see him alive, or... his body."

To show his sincerity, he took out the imperial edict from the Duke of Zhuguo's mansion: "If you can find Jiayi, I will present this to you with my hands clasped."

The Grand Tutor wiped his eyes: "Yang'er is a child I have carefully raised. He is filial and sensible. Your Majesty! I beg you to find him!"

With a "thud," Zheng Xun stood up and slammed the vermilion brush in his hand onto the table.

Then she discovered that she wasn't tall enough to show her whole face.

She emerged from behind the table with a stern face: "Looking for Yang Jiayi and Wei Yang? They're dead. I did it."

Upon suddenly hearing the confirmed news of his grandson's death, the Duke of Zhuguo was filled with rage and pointed at her nose, his eyes blazing with fury, shouting, "You! You! You!"

The Grand Tutor knew that if it really was Princess Yuanjia who did it, the Emperor would definitely protect her. His beloved grandson had lost his life in vain!

He rolled his eyes and was about to faint again.

Li Xiaojun caught him in time and pinched his philtrum hard.

Zheng Xun stepped forward a few steps, "Me? What's wrong with me? Don't you know what kind of person your grandson is? He has more than one or two lives on his hands. He is insidious and ruthless, a monster. He has not been punished in the past because he has kept a clean record and has not run into any tough guys."

She paused, then raised an eyebrow arrogantly: "And now, they've run into me."

The emperor did not expect her to admit it so directly.

He wanted to speak, but he was afraid of disturbing her, so he could only pinch his thumb and forefinger tightly to force himself to calm down.

Zheng Xun, still not satisfied, clapped his hands again.

Outside, Zheng Xun's Qinglong Guards, having heard the agreed-upon signal, carried in two stretchers.

The stretcher held the bodies of Yang Jiayi and Wei Yang.

Zheng Xun used ice, so their bodies had not yet decomposed, and bringing them up could alleviate some of the indoor heat.

The Duke of Zhuguo rushed over before the stretcher was even put down.

The old Grand Tutor stood up shakily, stroked Wei Yang's face, and instantly, tears streamed down his face.

The bodies were well preserved; they died without suffering, so their expressions were relatively peaceful.

How can their loved ones accept that someone who was once full of life is now lying here, lifeless?

The Duke of Zhuguo knelt on the ground in grief, then suddenly let out a long howl. He glared at Zheng Xun, his eyes bulging as if they were about to burst: "My Jiayi! What did he do wrong to deserve such a cruel fate?"

"What did you do wrong? How dare you ask? General He is still guarding the border, and his precious grandson fell into the hands of Yang Jiayi and Wei Yang, and he almost didn't survive!"

She pressed closer, demanding, "Enjoying the peace and security others provide, yet repaying kindness with enmity—where's your shame?"

The old Grand Tutor shook his head weakly: "No...it's impossible. Yang'er is a good child. How could he do such a thing?"

Zheng Xun sneered: "When I arrived, they were carrying whips and daggers. He Wuyang was hanging from a tree, covered in wounds. This wasn't the first time the two of them had done this, but in the past they would choose some inconspicuous commoners to attack. He Wuyang was dressed plainly that day and didn't show his face in the capital much, so he naturally became their target."

She demanded sharply, "How innocent is He Wuyang? How innocent are those innocent people who died at their hands?"

They only feel heartache when their own child dies, but do they think people who die at their hands deserve to die?

Seeing that the old Grand Tutor was still trying to deny it, Zheng Xun was somewhat disappointed in him: "Whether he did it or not, with your abilities, you can find out with a simple investigation. Why deceive yourself here?"

Enraged, the Duke of Zhuguo leaped up and attacked Zheng Xun.

His ancestors were military generals, and he also practiced martial arts. Although he is old, he still has the skills.

The emperor and Eunuch Li were both shocked and frightened, and they suddenly stood up and ran towards Zheng Xun.

However, Zheng Xun reacted quickly. She reached out, grabbed the Duke of Zhuguo's wrist, and kicked him hard in the back of the knee.

The Duke of Zhuguo did try to dodge, but with Zheng Xun's mental strength amplifying his movements, his trajectory was crystal clear. Moreover, she had extensive combat experience and could always accurately predict his next move.

And what about the Duke of Zhuguo? He despised Zheng Xun and thought he could subdue her by brute force alone.

With one side gaining and the other losing, he was destined to face Zheng Xun's counterattack.

The Duke of Zhuguo slammed his knees to the ground, stunned for a moment, his cheeks slowly turning red.

He wanted to make a move, but the opportunity was gone.

Lü Mengying quickly moved over, twisted his hands behind his back, and pinned him to the ground.

Those people who used to be so successful are now like pathetic, dead dogs.

As if his actions weren't hurtful enough, Zheng Xun snatched the imperial edict from his hand: "Now that your grandson has found it for you, it's time to hand it over as promised."

Her movements as she snatched the items were so swift and precise, as if she had done it a million times before, leaving onlookers speechless.

The Duke of Zhuguo roared, "Bandits! Rude!"

Zheng Xun said disappointedly, "Although you are a military general, you still need to read books. Otherwise, it's really boring to just keep repeating the same two words when you're cursing."

After making a small, not-so-funny joke, Zheng Xun looked at Wei Yanxing and said, "Take the things out."

Wei Yanxing agreed, then rummaged around on the left stretcher, and then on the right stretcher...

The old Grand Tutor, unable to contain his anger any longer, roared, "Where exactly did you hide it?"

Wei Yanxing awkwardly apologized and finally pulled a package out from under Yang Jiayi's body.

Zheng Xun accepted the package without changing his expression and threw the contents in front of the Grand Tutor and the Duke of the State.

"The evidence is right here, so you won't accuse me of disregarding human life."

[I've already said, no one can escape my eyes. If I really want to expose them, I guarantee I can find out even how old they were when they wet the bed.]

The old Grand Tutor seemed lost in thought, remaining silent for a long time before shakily picking up the confession inside.

These testimonies came from Yang Jiayi and Wei Yang's close associates and the victims' relatives; every word and phrase revealed the crimes committed by the two.

The Grand Tutor was unwilling to believe it, but he had no choice but to.

Just as Zheng Xun said, given his position, if he really wanted to investigate, the truth couldn't be hidden.

He covered his face and choked up, saying, "It's my fault for not teaching him well. I will personally apologize to He Wuyang."

Why? Why?

Why is there such a face behind that well-behaved and sensible child?