The beautiful and powerful minister hooked up with the crazy emperor and couldn't escape

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Feng Jiuqing smiled and said, "Why is Old Lady Shen so kind to Qingqing? Hasn't A Yan ever guessed the reason?"

"Isn't it because Qingqing looks exactly like the Jade-faced General?"

Feng Jiuqing smiled and said, "We are not related, so how can Qingqing look like the Jade-faced General? Of course, it is because Qingqing is the nephew of the Jade-faced General that they look alike. It is also because Qingqing is the biological grandson of Old Lady Shen that the old lady loves Qingqing so much."

Mo Ling said in a deep voice: "If I remember correctly, Qingqing is the illegitimate son of Prime Minister's Mansion. How can he be the grandson of Old Lady Shen? Her grandson should be Lu Yu."

Feng Jiuqing smiled and shook his head, and whispered: "What if someone swapped Qingqing with Lu Yu? Qingqing and Lu Yu were born on the same day. As long as you plan ahead, it is easy to swap the children."

Mo Ling recalled the heartbreaking words that Prime Minister Lu had said to Feng Jiuqing in Qianyuan Hall, which was reported by the secret guards. He looked at Feng Jiuqing with some heartache in his eyes: "So Qingqing is the legitimate son of Prime Minister Lu and Princess Lanshu. How wronged my Qingqing must be."

Feng Jiuqing held Mo Ling's hand and said, "It's all in the past. I'm sure A Yan should have heard about it. After my aunt gave birth to Lu Yu, she hanged herself in front of Qing Qing. At that time, Qing Qing was just a baby, and she had to bear the reputation of being a mother killer."

Mo Ling hugged Feng Jiuqing tighter, his heartache almost overflowing from his eyes: "Qingqing."

Feng Jiuqing continued, "But she is not Qingqing's biological mother at all. A'yan should know in the capital how much Princess Lanshu dotes on Lu Yu. If Qingqing had not been mistakenly swapped, Princess Lanshu would have loved her very much. And that aunt also loved Lu Yu very much, so she swapped Qingqing away and let her child grow up doted on."

Mo Ling was overwhelmed with emotions. He touched Feng Jiuqing's head and said, "How could my dear Qingqing encounter such a thing? I can imagine your grievances just by listening to them. Do you want me to help you get it back?"

Feng Jiuqing kissed Mo Ling's face and shook his head, "No need, Ayan, Qingqing has nothing to do with the Prime Minister's Mansion anymore."

Mo Ling felt even more distressed. He remembered that it was Qing Qing who asked him for an imperial decree not long ago to sever ties with the Prime Minister's Mansion.

How could they make his beloved feel so uncomfortable? How could they let his beloved suffer so much injustice!

"Have you ever thought that maybe it's just because the person is not right that you don't love him. For example, the aunt made Qingqing a bastard and gave him the reputation of being a mother killer, just because Qingqing was not her son."

"I know that my lover shouldn't be like this. She is the one who harmed her."

No, why are you only thinking about me?

Feng Jiuqing felt a little headache. He had hinted so clearly that Mo Ling didn't understand? Did he need him to make it clear?

"My dear, even the prime minister's son can be replaced, A Yan, have you ever thought about whether the prince can be replaced as well?"

Feng Jiuqing gave up and decided to just state it directly.

Mo Ling's face was filled with shock. He looked at Feng Jiuqing's expectant eyes, then thought about the Queen Mother. For the first time, he asked uncertainly, "Qingqing, do you mean that I was also replaced? Qingqing, do you know anything?"

I didn't say that.

Feng Jiuqing shook his head and said softly, "Qingqing only thought of Ayan from her own experience. During the days Qingqing was in the palace, everyone saw how good the Queen Mother was to Prince Rui. But every time the Queen Mother saw Ayan, she only blamed him. And Ayan, don't you think the Queen Mother and you don't look like each other? Although Qingqing has never seen the late emperor, she has seen the portrait. Ayan should look 60% like the late emperor, but not like the Queen Mother at all. So Qingqing is wondering, is it possible that Ayan was replaced like Qingqing?"

Mo Ling was stunned for a moment. If he was replaced like Qingqing, then it would be understandable that the Queen Mother treated him like this. Then whose son could he be? His father had few concubines. He was raised by the Queen since he was a child and did not have much contact with other concubines. Perhaps he could check it out. Just in case, just in case Qingqing's guess was right, then he would not have to show mercy to the mother and son.

"Of course, Qingqing is just guessing."

Although Feng Jiuqing said so, he knew clearly that Mo Ling was indeed not the Queen Mother's son. If Mo Ling could find out his background, it would be the best, but if he couldn't, it didn't matter. As long as he could find out that he was not the Queen Mother's biological son, Yan'er would no longer be sad because of the Queen Mother.

Mo Ling lowered his eyes. Qing Qing had opened up a path for him that he had never thought of. He couldn't explain what he was thinking, but he wanted to check along with Qing Qing's guess. What if?

The myriad thoughts in Mo Ling's mind finally turned into just one sentence: "My dear."

"I'm here, A'Yan." Feng Jiuqing said while leaning against Mo Ling.

However, the warm atmosphere in the room was instantly shattered by an urgent voice.

"Your Majesty! Urgent news from Changning! The relief grain has been robbed and General Wen is missing!"

Feng Jiuqing sat up straight immediately, with shock in his eyes. What happened? Why did Wen Chu disappear? Who dared to rob Changning's life-saving food at this critical juncture?

Mo Ling stood up suddenly, his face as gloomy as water: "What did you say!"

The man's face was covered in dust, his lips were chapped, and his clothes were dirty and stained with dried blood. He fell to his knees and shouted, "Your Majesty! Changning's relief grain has been robbed! General Wen is missing!"

"How dare you!" Mo Ling slammed his palm on the imperial table, "Send Duke Shen, Prime Minister Lu, Prime Minister Jian, and the Minister of Revenue and the Minister of War to see you immediately!"

"Yes." Lin Yu hurriedly accepted the order.

Feng Jiuqing stood up and patted Mo Ling on the back: "Ayan, being angry is harmful to your health."

"How can I not be anxious? Tens of thousands of people are waiting for food to save their lives! Who on earth is so bold as to rob the relief food?" Mo Ling closed his eyes and took a deep breath. When he opened his eyes again, his rage had been suppressed, but his eyes were still cold.

"My dear, please go back to Qianyuan Palace first. I need to discuss state affairs with the court officials." Although Mo Ling had tried his best to restrain himself, there was still a hint of anger in his voice.

Feng Jiuqing nodded obediently: "Okay, Ayan, I'll wait for you to come back."

After Feng Jiuqing left, Mo Ling took his hand back from the dragon chair, leaving a shallow mark on the chair.

Feng Jiuqing did not go back to Qianyuan Palace directly, but took a detour to the Imperial Garden. After spreading the news that he had ordered Canglang to investigate Wen Chu and the disaster relief grain, he pretended to appreciate the lotus flowers.

Feng Jiuqing wanted to go there in person, after all, even Wen Chu was missing, which showed how unusual the robbers were. But unless he revealed that he was the Grand Tutor, he could only escape privately, and neither of these two ways was feasible. The only solution now was to send people to rescue Wen Chu and investigate the matter of the disaster relief grain being robbed.

Feng Jiuqing suppressed his anxiety, took a long breath, and slowly returned to Qianyuan Hall. But as soon as he returned, Feng Jiuqing heard a very quiet gasp coming from the dark.

Something was wrong. A qualified secret guard would never act like this. He had been in Qianyuan Palace for a long time and had never seen the little secret guard act like this.