Late at night, Wen Mansion.
Wen Li was holding a book and making comments.
The green bean-sized lamp was teetering on the edge and going out at any moment.
The huge Wen Mansion was quiet and quiet.
Wen Li looked at the books in front of him, occasionally feeling a little dazed, always feeling like he was back when his daughter had not left the government.
His daughter is very quiet, and the mansion is also so quiet, but he feels at ease because his only daughter is at home.
In the past few years, apart from him, there was only the housekeeper and the boy in the mansion, and he became increasingly lonely.
Peng Peng bang! There was a knock on the door outside the study.
Wen Li's fingers trembled slightly, and his voice was calm, "Come in!"
With a creak, the door opened.
"Grandpa, the deposed prince's family has returned to the palace, directly back to the East Palace. The Lord's intention has been very clear."
A man with wide eyebrows and a fierce look walked in.
He sat directly in front of Wen Li.
"Mu An, don't be anxious about this matter. It's not just a day or two before the Holy One favors the deposed prince. The Heavenly Master is on your father's side again. The position of prince will definitely belong to your father."
Wen Li looked at Ji Muan's face, which was a little complicated.
Is the grandson in front of him really still his grandson? He knew that his grandson was like a wild beast that only knew how to kill every time he met him.
If it weren't for the fact that he was his daughter's son, his only son, he wouldn't be able to tolerate him.
For some reason, three years ago, Ji Mu'an suddenly became kinder. His face was still the same, but the look in his eyes was no longer the one that only knew killing.
Sometimes, he even doubted Ji Muan that his grandson was dead.
What is in front of me is just a substitute.
But he didn't dare to think about it carefully. If Ji Mu'an died, his daughter Wen Zheng would also die.
What's the point of him staying in this world? "Sister Yueqin will go to the peony banquet tomorrow, and grandpa you will go too. Then you will work together to blame Ji Caiyan for being a witch."
"Use your power to infiltrate the deposed prince's family."
Ji Muan ordered Wen Li as a matter of course.
"it is good."
Wen Li's turbid eyes stared at Ji Mu'an for a while, then suddenly asked, "Have you been to Huai Chai Village three years ago? Have you met Ji Caiyan?"
"Ji Mu'an" had an undetectable trace in his ear.
It's the traces left by wearing a human skin mask.
In just a moment, things that Wen Li didn't want to think about before came to his mind.
"Ji Mu'an's" eyes changed. It wasn't that he had become better, but that he had become another person.
"Ji Mu'an" is dead.
Wen Li is not stupid. He has read poetry and books, but he also understands that as long as he lives, Ji Leqin and Ji Mu'an will definitely be the legitimate sons and daughters of the palace.
Even if Wen Zheng is no longer loved by the prince, her position as the concubine will definitely not be taken away.
Ji Mu'an is the legitimate son and the crown prince. He will definitely not die until the prince becomes the crown prince.
Even the eldest prince doesn't like Ji Mu'an.
Ji Muan, who was killed by him?
"Ji Mu'an" looked at Wen Li's cloudy eyes, with a flash of light in his eyes.
This old fox is quite shrewd.
He has tried his best to avoid getting along with Wen Li, and he has tried his best to learn from Ji Mu'an's way of communicating with others.
Unexpectedly, it was discovered.
Ji Muan, no, it should be Ji Muxiu.
Ji Muchiu calmly touched the human skin mask he was wearing and spoke slowly, "I did go to Huai Chai Village three years ago and was beaten half to death by Ji Caiyan, almost losing my life."
"My father is more interested in me as his legitimate son. I ate various medicinal materials and barely managed to survive. I didn't tell my grandpa at the time because I was afraid that he would be worried."
"My father said that after the death of my mother-in-law, you had a problem with him. If you knew about this, you would definitely dislike him even more."
Ji Muchiu put on Ji Mu'an's face and spoke half didn't know how Ji Mu'an died on his bed, but he should just put the blame on Ji Caiyan.
Since Wen Li knew that Ji Mu'an was dead, he pushed the conflict to the deposed prince's family.
He only said that Wen Li was not allowed to know what happened back then because his father was afraid that Wen Li would have objections to him.
Wen Li's cloudy eyes moved. There was sadness in his heart, but there were no tears.
He knew that the palace often dealt with batches of servants, and they were basically related to Ji Mu'an.
His grandson is a born evil ghost.
Die, just die! That position was destined not to be accessible to the blood of the Wen family.
But... Ji Leqin is really his last bloodline in this world.
"Sister Leqin said that she will go tomorrow too. You will definitely help sister Leqin, right?"
"Sister Yueqin's legs are still not healed and can only be sloping."
Ji Muchiu lowered his eyelids and pretended to look lonely with Ji Mu'an's face.
"Okay, I'll go tomorrow."
Wen Li looked at "Ji Mu'an" with his cloudy eyes for a long time, then sighed deeply.
Then he nodded in agreement.
If he didn't agree, Leqin would definitely suffer even more.
"Then let's wait for the good news about grandpa tomorrow."
"Ji Mu'an" smiled at Wen Li, raised his feet and walked outside.
Even though it was already late at night, he did not stay overnight in Wen Mansion.
Wen Li looked at the back of "Ji Mu'an", his eyes becoming more and more confused.
Back then, was it right or wrong to marry Zheng'er to the eldest prince? Ji Shuchen and Zheng'er had no feelings, but Zheng'er wouldn't marry unless he was the prince. He tried his best to bring her together, but he couldn't change the prince's mind.
Later, what did Zheng'er say?
She said she would never marry and would stay at home as a girl.
What did he say?
He said that she had no control over her parents' orders to be a matchmaker.
Since the prince doesn't agree, then marry someone else.
Marry whomever you marry.
He chose the great prince.
Zheng'er was confused and didn't object.
Why choose him? Is it just because he frequently visits Wen's house and doesn't mind his daughter's neglect, so he only wants to marry her?
No, no, many of his students also have the same ideas as the great prince.
What he was interested in was not Zheng'er, but the Wen family's family.
He was also angry that Ji Shuchen wouldn't give him face as a teacher, why couldn't he give Zheng'er a place in the East Palace.
I'm imagining again that the eldest prince is also a prince, and Zheng'er may not be able to return to his position in the East Palace! "Ugh……"
"Zheng'er, if I had known today, my father would definitely listen to you and never let you get married again."
Tears fell from Wen Li's cloudy eyes. He wiped the tears on his face with his hands, but they became blurry as he wiped them away.
I always feel like my childhood Zheng'er is still beside me. I want to say something, but I don't get a response.
Wen Li staggered back to the room and sat at the table again.
Pick up the book in front of you and continue writing notes.
This book is a poem written by Zheng'er before she left the imperial court.
It contains the thoughts of the little daughter's family, the name of the prince, haziness and sadness.
From the beginning of spring, to the end of the heart.
Later, Zheng'er didn't even want to call her father.
Ask for a recommendation ticket.