Hey, you are reborn too?

The emperor's eyes turned sinister for a moment, and doubt flashed in his black pupils.

"Father, please don't blame me," Jiang Mian probed. After figuring out his father's bottom line, he immediately backed down. "I was awakened from a nightmare, and because I took medicine, my mind is a little unclear. If my words are contradictory, I hope you will forgive me."

His words were polite, but the meaning of his command was unambiguous.

The emperor pursed his lips tightly, looking a little unhappy.

But he felt the hand tugging at his sleeve, and he compromised again: "Mian'er, why would you think so? You are my father's most precious treasure, and my father will naturally take your opinion into consideration."

Jiang Mian shivered slightly.

Doesn’t the emperor feel guilty when he says this?

Jiang Mian curled his lips slightly. It seemed that he was still naive. The old emperor had no heart at all.

"Father," Jiang Mianren still bowed to the man in front of him, with a hint of fatigue between his brows, "I believe that I have done things that are not worthy of heaven and earth, and I have no regrets in my heart. I have sent people to collect all kinds of relevant evidence. If your father needs it, I will send someone to deliver the evidence to the Yangxin Palace immediately."

"Hey," the emperor did not respond directly. He closed his eyes deeply, then slowly opened them, "Why are you doing this?"

Why bother?

Jiang Mian couldn't help but sneer in his heart. If he really cried and begged to prove his innocence to him now, it would only make the emperor more suspicious of him and even question whether he had fabricated the evidence.

In addition, the emperor's ambiguous attitude towards this matter also has another consideration.

In fact, it doesn’t matter whether you have exceeded your authority or not.

What is important is that this statement was put forward by Zhang Guojiu's clan, the queen's maternal family. The Zhang clan is now in its heyday and has connections with the prime minister, making it a huge force in the court.

Even the emperor had to show some respect.

Therefore, even if you are really wronged, you can only swallow your anger and bear it.

The emperor would not offend Uncle Zhang at this critical juncture and disrupt his own plans unless he was absolutely sure.

Even for his "most precious treasure".

"Father," Jiang Mian lowered his eyes slightly, showing a somewhat lonely look, "After this incident, I have understood a lot, but I am tired now and want to rest. I hope that Father will grant me this."

The emperor pursed his lips, then relaxed them and slowly let out a sigh of relief.

"Mian'er," he seemed to be really unaware of Jiang Mian's taboos. He gently pulled Jiang Mian's hand and patted it, "It's rare that you have such a heart."

Jiang Mian's face remained expressionless, but he smiled slightly with the corners of his mouth.

While the emperor was sighing, he gently exerted force and slowly and firmly pulled his hand out of the emperor's hand.

The emperor looked at his empty hands, blinked twice, and smiled as if to appease him: "Mian'er is still not used to physical contact with others."

Jiang Mian raised the corners of his mouth slightly, thinking he was being polite enough.

"Hey," the emperor immediately looked at him, pointed at the hand he had just pulled him, and then pointed at Zhang Yuanpan next to him, "Mian'er, tell your father, is it because of this that you attacked Zhang Yuanpan?"

Jiang Mian immediately closed his eyes to avoid letting the emperor see him rolling his eyes.

He opened his eyes again, smiling warmly, but still looking unmoved: "Father, I don't know."

The emperor seemed not to hear his answer, or perhaps he didn't care about his answer at all.

As soon as Jiang Mian made a sound, he clapped his hands and laughed: "Yes, yes! Lord Zhang, remember this in the future? If you want to touch this old man, you must get his permission first!"

The emperor laughed heartily, and Concubine Chen immediately followed.

Heroic laughter and hearty laughter overlapped, and the waves were louder than the last.

Jiang Mian was so annoyed and restless that he listened to it.

If I were the Lord of Beili, who would dare to laugh loudly before me while talking to me and disturb my peace?

Just a glance and that person will be terrified.

Of course, if I laugh first, I won’t care about those who laugh out loud.

But this is clearly not the case right now.

His temples were throbbing and there was a buzzing sound in his ears. Jiang Mian didn't want to hear any laughter at the moment. He just wanted to get the two people in front of him out as soon as possible.

We can't let that person wait impatiently.

"Father, mother," Jiang Mian interrupted them in a very unpleasant way when their laughter died down and they looked at each other tenderly, "I am very sleepy now and would like to rest early. Please grant me your permission!"

The peaceful tone at this moment was like a sword, ruthlessly shattering the charming atmosphere.

The emperor glanced over with dissatisfaction.

Jiang Mian was not afraid and met the gaze directly.

The peaceful state of mind made the emperor shiver for no reason.

He always felt that the seventh child seemed to have changed. He was no longer the cold and aloof child who allowed himself to be manipulated by him.

Looking at those clear eyes, the emperor felt a chill in his bones.

Somehow, he felt a sense of fear for no reason and subconsciously wanted to surrender.

It was as if the child in front of him would be the future ruler of the world.

"..."

The emperor was speechless for a moment, his heart beating extremely fast. He swallowed gently, and finally relieved the lingering fear in his heart.

"You..." The emperor's tone was a little hesitant, "If you want to rest, then rest. In this way, your mother and I will leave first and will not disturb you anymore."

The corners of Jiang Mian's mouth slowly curled up, and he looked towards Zhang Yuanpan, as if reminding the emperor that such a person existed.

"Well," the emperor stroked his chin with his index finger, trying to speak in a relaxed tone, as if to break the weird atmosphere, "Do you think you need to see a doctor?"

"Of course not" circled on the tip of his tongue and was swallowed by Jiang Mian without a trace.

"Thank you for your kindness, Father." His voice was clear and chilly, with the unique coldness of a young man. "Although I am not feeling well, I can take care of myself, so I won't bother the imperial physician."

He spoke politely, but his words contained a refusal that was not negotiable.

The emperor couldn't help but raise his hand gently to soothe the inverted hairs on his forearm.

How could such graceful bearing and dignity, which are unique to those in a higher position, appear on a child who is only a dozen years old and has never held real power?

Could it be that just a few days of investigating a case could make a child grow to this point?

The emperor looked at the seventh prince in front of him and felt both familiar and unfamiliar.

I feel like I don't recognize him anymore.

The emperor narrowed his eyes slightly.

Or maybe, I have never seen the real him.

The emperor's eyes turned dangerous. But this was not good news for him.

Such a dignified and steady person would definitely be a good material to be an emperor.

But unfortunately, he was not chosen as the heir to the throne.

The emperor sighed lightly. If a man of this character became a minister, the future new emperor would have untold hardships to live through.

Then, as the father of the future new emperor, do I need to do something for him to nip this source of danger in the bud as soon as possible?

Looking at the "knowing nothing" Concubine Chen beside him, the emperor was caught in a dilemma.