Quick Wear: The paranoid beauty grabs the waist and spoils her

"The eldest son of Duke Wei, named Ji Qingchen, courtesy name Heyu, is the only male of this generation in the direct line of Duke Wei's mansion. The Ji family of Duke Wei's mansion has been engaged in wars and guarding the borders for many years, resulting in a small population and few offspring.

However, the Duke of Wei's family has a strict family tradition and strictly abides by the monogamous system. The Duke of Wei and his wife love each other deeply and have a son and a daughter. The eldest daughter of the Duke of Wei is the current queen. Alas, when Your Majesty was still the King, it took a lot of trouble to get married.

King Cheng also promised to be with her forever, but in the end, nothing can defeat the word power..."

At this point, Lao Qiu's tone was full of sarcasm and regret.

Nan Xiang could tell that his words showed no respect for Emperor Chengming, but were full of sarcasm.

Although Lao Qiu's mood changed very quickly and he concealed it well, Nan Xiang was still keenly aware that he was very displeased with Emperor Chengming.

She put aside her doubts for the moment and continued to listen to Lao Qiu's story.

"Let's not talk about these for now. Little kid, you want to know about the prince, but I just went off topic. The prince has been doted on since he was born. From childhood to adulthood, he has been the most brilliant and proud young man in the entire imperial capital. He is proficient in both civil and military affairs. He passed the imperial examination at the age of nine and the imperial examination at the age of thirteen.

Later, he found studying boring, so he followed the Duke of Wei into the military camp and experienced battles of all sizes. At the age of 18, in the battle of Jinkou with the then Northern Di Marshal, he defeated the Northern Di Marshal with a small number of troops and shot him dead with one arrow, defeating the Northern Di army. He became famous in one battle, was promoted to General of Cavalry, and received numerous rewards. At the age of 20, he had already achieved the name of God of War.

It's a pity that the following year, when they fought against the 400,000-strong army led by Beidi Guoshi and the Seventh Prince, for some reason, perhaps the plan was leaked, the 300,000-strong Ji family army was completely wiped out, and the Duke of Wei and the Crown Prince both died on the battlefield..."

Lao Qiu took a sip of tea, shook his head and sighed: "God is jealous of talents! The lineage of Duke Wei was loyal to the emperor and the country, but their end was so miserable. How can it not make people sad."

Nan Xiang listened for a long time, combined with the information he had collected before, and pieced together all the details, and couldn't help but sigh.

But she knew in her heart that Ji Qingchen did not die in the battle, but he did not announce it to the world. Instead, he used his sister's identity as the current queen to return to Beijing and enter the harem to find out the truth. He must have had his own reasons.

There must be some hidden story behind the battle that shocked Daqian six years ago.

The Ji family army has always been the elite force in the Daqian army, but it was completely wiped out in that battle. There must be someone who collaborated with the enemy and betrayed the country, and colluded with the Beidi early on.

Emperor Chengming might not have known about it, but he did contribute to the downfall of the Duke of Wei's Mansion to some extent.

Therefore, when the emperor and the empress fell out, Empress Ji would rather return to the Ji family's ancestral home in Pengcheng to nurture her pregnancy and pray for the Ji family of Duke Wei than return to the palace to face Emperor Chengming.

As for the person who returned to the palace after the birth of the child, it was replaced by Queen Ji's younger brother, the Prince of Wei, which is also a relationship.

Nan Xiang listened and thought to herself, and she felt more distressed when she thought of the man who had taken such good care of her these days.

After Lao Qiu finished, she said with emotion: "Young men are wild in bright clothes and galloping horses, and they are the best in literature and martial arts. They are the brightest generals in the world, but their youth is just a dream."

After hearing this, Lao Qiu clapped his hands and laughed, "Haha, little kid, good poem!"

Nan Xiang replied modestly: "I just spoke out of my own accord, senior, please don't laugh at me."

After saying that, she generously threw the purse to Lao Qiu.

Lao Qiu caught it, quickly put it away, and stroked his beard. Infected by Nan Xiang's generosity, he smiled and asked:

"Little kid, is there anything else you want to know? Just ask!"

Nan Xiang smiled and said, "Since you are so kind, I won't be polite."

Seeing Nan Xiang smiling so brightly, Lao Qiu suddenly had an ominous premonition in his heart.

Sure enough, I heard the little kid ask:

"From what I heard from you, Senior, you seem to be quite dissatisfied with the current emperor. You have no respect for him at all, but instead are full of sarcasm... Can you tell me the reason?"

The smile on Lao Qiu's face froze instantly. He felt that trouble was coming and his eyes became sharper.

Nan Xiang didn't care. "Perhaps I should ask it another way. Is there any connection between your Majesty and the death of Prince Huixian?"

The death of Prince Huixian was undoubtedly a heavy blow to the late emperor and the Daqian at that time.

Although it was found that the cause of death was illness, the late emperor still had doubts in his heart. He always felt that the prince had unfortunately contracted the disease after returning from disaster relief in Jingbei area and eventually passed away.

There must have been other reasons, but the late emperor spent his entire life trying to uncover the truth.

After the death of Crown Prince Huixian, the late emperor's health became increasingly weak, and within just three years, he also passed away.

Thus, the throne fell into the hands of the former King Cheng, now Emperor Chengming.

Nan Xiang was sharp-minded and thought to herself that it had been fifteen years since Prince Huixian passed away, and eight years since the Su family was tragically exterminated.

There is a seven-year gap between the two events. Her father had served as an official in Jingbei area for ten years, rising from the prefect of a prefecture to the inspector of Jingbei. There must be a lot of connections between them.

Based on these reasons and analysis, Nan Xiang decided to ask the doubts in his heart.

After visiting the old beggar last time, she instructed Xingyi to investigate the old beggar's background.

This is all there is to it, making the best use of things.

After Nan Xiang asked this question, a deep smile appeared on her face, and she stared at Lao Qiu without giving in.

Seeing that Nan Xiang did not dodge or avoid him, Lao Qiu's sharp eyes converged, his momentum changed, and he smiled heartily, returning to the image of an ugly and greedy old beggar:

"What a clever little kid."

Nan Xiang accepted it with a smile, without looking away.

"Little kid, aren't you afraid that the royal family will know what we are talking about?"

Nan Xiang replied, "Senior, you are not afraid, so how can a junior like me be afraid of this? If I were, I would not have come to you, Senior."

Lao Qiu took a deep breath and looked around.

In the closed room of the closed teahouse, there were only the two of them. Oh, no, there were two other people who were protecting them secretly.

Lao Qiu looked at Nan Xiang, a hint of deep meaning flashed across his eyes: "It seems that the little kid has made sufficient preparations to meet me, an old beggar."

Hearing the hidden meaning in Lao Qiu's words, Nan Xiang followed his finger and looked towards the position of Xing Yi and Xing Jiu, then retracted his gaze, with the smile on his face unchanged:

"It seems that the senior is indeed not an ordinary person."

Lao Qiu looked directly at Nan Xiang, his expression meaningful: "The little kid is no exception."

Nan Xiang lowered her eyes and looked at the half-drunk cup of tea on the table, and heard Lao Qiu speak slowly:

"If I, the old beggar, am not mistaken, the little kid was from the Su family eight years ago, right?"

Nan Xiang raised her eyes, her expression turned cold, and she stared at him straight in the eyes. Then she smiled and said, "Senior, you are really meticulous and observant."

Lao Qiu raised his teacup and toasted Nan Xiang: "Haha, little kid, you really suit my taste. I, the old beggar, will toast you with tea instead of wine."

Nan Xiang picked up the teacup and responded, "Then senior, I will definitely bring two jars of good wine next time."

"You're welcome. You're welcome. That old beggar is waiting for my wine. I'll drink to my heart's content with you next time!"

"it is good."

After saying this, Lao Qiu took out a whitened sachet from his clothes and handed it to Nan Xiang with an unfathomable smile:

"Little kid, all the answers you want are here."