Hey, you are reborn too?

The tile he took off happened to be on top of the two people's heads, so he couldn't see their faces, he could only see the top of their heads.

"Brother Yu, I want to tell you something strange."

What's up?

It was midsummer and even the nights were hot.

Jiang Mian gently raised his hand to wipe the sweat off his forehead, then he leaned down and looked down more intently. At the same time, he also pointed one ear toward the gap in the tile.

"Oh, what's the matter? Awei, tell me."

Jiang Mian held his breath for a moment.

"I received a letter today, the contents of which are very strange."

Jiang Mian bent down even lower. Could she be talking about the letter that she had asked someone to give her today?

He saw Xie Yongwei whispering in Jiang Yu's ear, but he couldn't hear clearly because he was too far away.

After the girl finished speaking, she shrank back and smiled coquettishly.

"Hahaha," Jiang Yu also laughed, "This Old Seventh is really a fool, why would he write that kind of letter to you!"

Jiang Mian's eyes slowly turned red and he clenched his fists.

It turns out that if you don't have any feelings for someone, is it okay to treat him/her badly?

Jiang Mian could no longer hear what they said afterwards.

When he finally came to his senses, Jiang Yu had already left.

With a strong feeling of unwillingness in his heart, Jiang Mian held his breath and tiptoed into Awei's study, looking for the letter he had written to her among the many letters on the desk.

After pushing aside five or six letters, Jiang Mian finally saw the familiar envelope. He pulled the letter out of the envelope as gently as possible. In his heart, he had already begun to excuse Awei. Maybe, this letter was not the one he wrote to her.

He held the letter in his hand and walked gently to the window. With the help of the moonlight, he finally saw the contents of the letter clearly.

"Dear Miss Xie:"

Well, the beginning is correct. Jiang Mian frowned and read on at a glance.

His pupils suddenly shrank and his eyes widened unconsciously, but he controlled the strength in his hands and did not crumple the letter.

There is nothing wrong with the previous part, but why did the last part become "You and I have different identities, and we don't need to see each other again in the future"?

What I had clearly written was "Miss Xie, please come and meet me in the garden of the General's Mansion at 3:15 pm today"!

He discovered an anomaly - the sentence he originally wrote was covered by a large piece of ink, while the "new last sentence" was obviously an imitation of the previous handwriting.

Looking at the last sentence, Jiang Mian had to admit that this person was indeed a genius, and his imitation of his handwriting was at least 80% similar.

Even I was stunned when I saw it for the first time, and I doubted whether it was written by me. No wonder Awei was fooled.

Jiang Mian clenched his teeth tightly, and red flames surged in his pupils.

Damn Second Brother, he must have sent someone to secretly change the content of my letter!

However, Jiang Mian regained some clarity in his eyes, and a surge of joy surged in his heart. It seemed that A Wei was also kept in the dark, and she was not deliberately avoiding him.

Avi did not avoid meeting herself, she did not hate herself!

Jiang Mian's lips curled up slightly in a smile.

He stuffed the letter back into the envelope as it was, put the envelope back to its original place, and then found the five or six letters that he had just covered, and covered them on top as they were.

After doing all this, Jiang Mian breathed a sigh of relief - his goal was achieved, and the letters on the table looked like they had not been touched.

Jiang Mian gently lifted the inkstone cover on the table. Just now, he saw two people writing at the table. Sure enough, there was still some ink in the inkstone.

Then you must make good use of it!

He picked up the pen, dipped it in ink, and wrote in one go, leaving vigorous handwriting on the blank paper spread out on Xie Yongwei's desk.

After writing the content, Jiang Mian specially wrote "Respectfully submitted by Jiang Wumeng" at the bottom of the signature.

Jiang Mian checked the content again, and after confirming that it was correct, he put the pen, inkstone cover, etc. back to their original places and left with satisfaction.

On the letter, Jiang Mian wrote: The last sentence of yesterday's letter is false. I have no dislike for Miss Xie at all. I hope Miss Xie will understand! In addition, I hope Miss Xie will show me the chance to meet me at 15:30 tomorrow in the garden of the General's Mansion. I wish you well!

The bright young man was delighted. He easily avoided the pursuit of the guards and ran back to Tingyun Pavilion.

But I got a nightmare news.

His mother told him that Beili would go to war with Dayuan tomorrow.

"What?" The young man was so shocked that he was at a loss for words. He had just told Awei that they would meet at the General's Mansion Garden tomorrow. Now he almost blurted out, "What should I do?"

"What should we do?" Concubine Chen was brewing tea, looking calm and composed. "Didn't mother tell you a long time ago? We can go to war with Dayuan at any time."

She gently sipped the freshly brewed chrysanthemum tea: "Mm, this tea is good, it helps to relieve the greasiness."

Jiang Mian was in a mess. At that moment, he felt like the sky had fallen. After all, he was only fifteen years old at the time. His shoulders were not as broad as they will be in the future, and his wings were just beginning to grow. He was only able to protect himself.

How can I protect another her?

"What about you?" Jiang Mian's eyes were dazed, his mind was in turmoil, and he almost spoke without thinking, "Father is so good to you, are you going to leave him too?"

"Wumeng," Concubine Chen's eyes were like a needle, piercing straight into Jiang Mian's heart, "Why are you dragging your father into this? I'm the Saint of Beili, and my father's favorite child. The throne of Beili should be mine!"

Jiang Mian lowered his head and kept silent. Whenever he brought up "this matter", his mother's temper would always change drastically and she would become extremely irritable.

He knew that he couldn't get a word in at the moment, and even if he did, his mother would ignore him. It would be better for him to remain silent and wait until his mother finished talking about the matter and her anger subsided before he could speak.

"It's all my hateful brother," Concubine Chen raised her eyebrows, her eyes full of resentment, "He killed my father, changed the edict of succession, and wrote himself as the heir to the throne!"

Jiang Mian didn't know why he suddenly wanted to laugh, but he knew that his mother absolutely couldn't stand seeing other people laugh at this moment.

Can't laugh, can't laugh...

Jiang Mian held his breath tightly, he pulled down the corners of his upturned mouth, and his fingernails dug deeply into his fingertips.

"Father, you died tragically!"

It’s coming, Jiang Mian bit his lips tightly, the funniest moment was about to come, if he could get through this moment, he would have truly survived.

God will not let down those who work hard. After all, Concubine Chen was still concerned that this was the Dayuan Palace, so she didn't say anything more.

Jiang Mian breathed a sigh of relief. Concubine Chen's crying became softer and softer, and the strong smile in his heart also became fainter and fainter.

Finally I made it through.

Concubine Chen sobbed softly for a few times, and perhaps she realized that she had lost her composure, and her crying gradually stopped.

"Don't be sad, mother."

Jiang Mian squeezed out a sentence dryly. He would have this reaction every time after hearing this. It seemed that Concubine Chen was not surprised by it.

"Good child," Concubine Chen wiped away her tears with a handkerchief, her voice was happy, "With you here, how could your mother worry?"

Jiang Mian pursed his lips. He probably knew what his mother was going to say next.

A hand hugged his shoulder and Jiang Mian fell into an embrace.

The smell was so cold and yet so fragrant, carrying all the joys of his childhood, as well as all the sorrows of his childhood.