Consort Shu had only one son.
He was none other than Prince Xin, who was working "closely" with him.
Jiang Silin.
Jiang Yi'an turned his head, scrutinizing the little girl for a long while.
He was deeply torn.
Emperor Mingze had raised her well, with everyone orbiting her like stars around the moon, dressing her in silk and feeding her delicacies. She had not suffered the slightest hardship in nearly a year. Even the Academy was optional whenever she did not feel like going. It was hard to imagine a child raised in such an environment-especially one only four years old-having particularly intricate schemes in mind.
The excuses she had offered when caught trying to escape had seemed like child's play to him.
But...
But the little girl had been attending court for so long now, exposed daily to the deceit and intrigue of masters of political maneuvering. There was no guarantee she would not copy the cat to draw a tiger, imitating what she saw.
The claim that Jiang Silin was not his imperial father's biological son was too outlandish for him to treat carelessly.
"Oh?"
Even Jiang Yi'an's breathing grew faint. "Where did you see that, Chengcheng?"
Jiang Yingcheng seized the chance to discard the Wolf-Hair Brush she had long wanted to put down. She rotated her wrists twice as though easing her fatigue, then tilted her head up at a forty-five-degree angle and pretended to ponder. "Hmm... all this writing practice has worn Chengcheng's brain silly..."
Lin Jinshu: "..."
Jiang Yi'an: "..."
Gritting his teeth, Jiang Yi'an instructed Cui Yue, "Have someone prepare some pastries."
Jiang Yingcheng immediately went from cloudy to sunny. "Then again, suuuper lots of sweets can get a child's brain working!"
It had been ages since she had eaten any little pastries, and