She took Qing Yi down the mountain.

The little girl spent four years integrating into the human world, but she was still wary of everything.

Only when she is in a familiar place or around herself will she let go of her instinctive vigilance from a beast.

I want her to follow the Yan Qin family because Qing Yi is cautious by nature, has excellent acumen for hidden dangers, and has strong skills.

With Qing Yi following Yan Qin, she felt more at ease.

But looking at Qing Yi's questioning eyes at this moment, pure and clean, made her feel guilty for her thoughts.

"That's all."

Yan Qing rubbed Qing Yi's little head, raised his brows, and gave a forced smile, "You should still follow me."

Seeing the joy that suddenly lit up in Qing Yi's eyes, Yan Qing pursed her lips and smiled helplessly.

Looking up again, Yan Qing warned Yan Qin: "Be careful in everything."

Yan Qin nodded solemnly to Yan Qing: "You too."

The carriage finally set off under Yan Ling'er's impatient urging.

Before leaving, Yan Ling'er specifically asked Yan Qing alone: ​​"How is your second uncle doing lately?"

"I heard that your father died. I was so happy that I ate two big bowls of rice. I hurt my stomach and was lying down."

Yan Qing told the truth, but Yan Linger was very dissatisfied.

"My father is dead, why can't you talk properly?"

Yan Ling'er gritted her teeth and looked at Yan Qing, "Do you have to live and die?"

Yan Qing raised his eyelashes and looked into her eyes, his lips slightly parted: "Shouldn't I ask you this?"

"I……!"

Yan Ling'er was speechless, staring at Yan Qing with her beautiful eyes, her teeth clenched, her nails dug into her flesh.

Nanny Xu's gaze was like a knife, stabbing behind her.

After a long time, Yan Ling'er took a breath, turned around suddenly, and got into the carriage.

Before getting in the car, I finally looked at Yan Qing's face that resembled my own out of the corner of my eye, and for a moment I couldn't tell what state of mind I was in.

The carriage and horse go away.

Yan Qing loosened his clenched hands, and his palms became wet.

The people from the Ministry of Revenue had even prepared a sedan chair. When Yan Qing moved, they immediately came forward to invite him: "Little General Yan, can we hurry up too?"

Yan Qing nodded, took two steps, then looked back in the direction the carriage left, his eyes calm and slightly confused.

She went to the Ministry of Household Affairs to explain the details in detail, and it took her seven or eight days to finalize and process the household registrations of her father, brother, and Yan Kangping.

During this period, Mrs. Yan Qin had someone send a message, saying that the bodies of Yan Kangping and the others could not be kept for longer, and they would be buried after three days of rest. At present, they have set off to Fo'an Temple to take care of the longevity tablets and everlasting lanterns.

Let her have a good rest after she is done with her work, and there is no need to run away.

After sending the messenger, Yan Qing had just sat down when he was called again by people from the Ministry of War.

For seven or eight days in a row, the Ministry of War and the Ministry of Household Affairs were running around, and Yan Qing had no free time at all, except when he was being questioned at the Ministry of War and the Ministry of Household Affairs.

It’s also difficult for the adults in these two films to ask questions repeatedly in several different ways.

On the eighth day, everything was finally settled and no more questions could be asked, so the two departments released him.

As soon as she left the household department and got on the carriage, Hongzhuang handed over another note.

When Yan Qing unfolded it and took a look, his eyebrows suddenly furrowed and his temples twitched.

There was only one simple line of words on the note, but it was enough to cause chaos in the Wu'an court.

"The sixth prince suddenly fell ill and died. The emperor was in great mourning and was seriously ill. He was ordered to supervise the country."

After the morning session the next day, the news became known to everyone.

Yan Qing, who had known the news a day earlier, sat in the middle of the mountain and sea, staring at the four-character calligraphy and painting left by Yan Xiu for a long time, his brows never loosening.

The current emperor has six sons.

The eldest son, Wen Zhemao, was granted the title of King of Su. He was granted the title of Sichuan Su, which was eight hundred miles away from Beijing and served as an important transportation link between southern Xinjiang and the interior of Wu'an.

The second son, Wen Zhexian, was granted the title of King Xian and was granted the title of Fuyang, three thousand miles away from Beijing. It was located in the northeast with barren land and snowy mountains. It was one of the areas under the jurisdiction of Northern Xinjiang, but it was easy to attack and difficult to defend, and it was not an important military area.

The third son, Wen Zhehan, was granted the title of King Duan, and he was granted the title of Duanchu, thousands of miles away from Beijing, located in the southeast, where merchants and scholars gathered.

The fourth son, the fifth son died young, and the sixth son was less than ten years old because his biological mother died, so he was raised at the Queen's knees.

Except for the sixth prince who was not yet old enough to be crowned king, the other three princes, Wen Zhemao and Wen Zhehan, all had official positions in the capital and had never traveled far to the fiefdom.

Only the second son, Wen Zhexian, was sent to the fiefdom.

Therefore, except for the neutral ministers, the rest of the people in the court chose to choose between Wen Zhemao and Wen Zhehan as the crown prince.

Now Wen Zhemao has lost power, the sixth prince has died, the emperor is in bed, and Wen Zhehan is in charge of the country...

It seems that the choice of the crown prince is already unclear.

But if the emperor could give up the eldest son he had worked so hard to cultivate in order to regain the rights of the Li family, he would be so heartbroken by the death of the sixth prince that he would be infected by typhoid fever and become seriously ill in bed...

She didn't believe it.

What a coincidence.

The timing of all this is too coincidental.

However, it seems meaningless to think about the reasons for all this now.

Wen Zhehan supervises the country, and the conjecture made by the chief chamberlain An Ning that the emperor intends to make Wen Zhehan the crown prince is enough to force Wen Zhemao to rebel!

Finally got to this point.

Yan Qing fell on the back of the chair, closed his eyes, and let out a long breath.

At this point, has she been plotted against, and by whom, and how far has she reached?

Nothing matters anymore.

The chess game has been formed, and the chess pieces trapped in it can only follow the players' thoughts and fall to a fixed place.

If you don’t want to be a chess piece, you can only become a chess player!

On the second day of Wen Zhehan's supervision, Yan Qing received a letter of greeting from Wang Shuyu.

Yan Qing did not respond.

On the same day, Zhennanhou Mansion sent an invitation letter.

Yan Qing still declined.

In the study room of Shanhaiju, Yan Qing sat silently.

Yan Qi came and went, telling her everything about the happenings in Kangdu City.

The official family members who had been recuperating in isolation suddenly seemed to have recovered from their illnesses and were walking around among each other.

There is a tea party at this house today, and a poetry party at that house tomorrow.

Kangdu City, which had been silent for several months, seemed to suddenly come to life.

The entire city of Kangdu exuded a long-lost sense of vitality and high spirits, except for the palace where the sixth prince had just passed away and the emperor was seriously ill, as well as Prince Duan's Palace, Prince Su's Palace, and Zhenxihou's Palace where there were two funerals within half a year.

On the seventh day of Wen Zhehan's supervision of the country, the sixth prince's seventh day, the Zhenxihou Mansion, which had been closed, suddenly opened its doors.

A green shed car came out of the side door and headed all the way out of the city.

In the car, Yan Qing was clutching the letter sent back by the secret guard from Fo'an Temple, his eyes were red, and his chest was heaving violently with rage.

Qing Yi huddled in a corner, looking at Yan Qing carefully, with his hands clasped on the car board and his head drooped.

"sorry……"

Qing Yi apologized softly, "I'm sorry..."
Chapter completed!