Cheng Yunmeng grew anxious.
She desperately wanted to know exactly what the evidence was, yet dared not ask outright.
Emperor Mingze was right. If the little girl learned that her thoughts could be heard, she would no longer let her mind wander so freely.
Just as she was fretting over what to do, a rustling sound suddenly came from outside the hall.
The people who had run out earlier were making their way back toward them.
Whatever Fang Siwan had said, she had ultimately managed to soothe Jiang Qiuyu.
But when Jiang Qiuyu followed her into the hall, he looked utterly wilted, his eyes red. He had clearly just been crying.
Jiang Yingcheng was completely stunned.
Goodness, Eighth Brother actually choked so badly he cried!
Her gaze darted all over the place, and for some reason, she felt a little guilty.
If she had not competed with Eighth Brother to see who could eat more, this would never have happened.
In her guilt, she quietly made a decision. From now on, Chengcheng will help Eighth Brother dodge the plot too!
Jiang Yingcheng lowered her head and kept twisting her fingers, never noticing that Jiang Qiuyu suddenly looked up across from her and stared straight at her.
Lunch ended hastily amid the chaos of war.
Afterward, Fang Siwan took the three little ones to the rooms prepared for their rest, and Cheng Yunmeng was invited to stay and rest as well.
With those crucial details from Jiang Yingcheng's thoughts weighing on her mind, she hesitated only briefly before following her heart and staying.
The charcoal brazier had warmed the room thoroughly. Jiang Yingcheng suddenly felt stifled, and a fine sheen of sweat broke out over her body.
That was how she woke from her dream.
There was no one in the