Reborn to be a mistress, she went crazy killing the legitimate daughter

Hearing this, Shen Yiran and Bo Jinnian became alert.

Bo Jinxiu also lowered his voice: "Grandma said that Painter Jiang said he couldn't answer this question, but after a while, Painter Jiang deliberately dismissed the people around him and presented the painting to the late emperor at his bedside. That night, the late emperor, who had been hesitant, announced the imperial edict that the throne would be inherited by His Majesty the Present."

"Back then, everyone suspected that Painter Jiang secretly sent the portrait of the current emperor to the late emperor, which led to the late emperor deciding who would inherit the throne."

Bo Jinxiu added, "Grandma spread a lot of rumors at the time, and many people secretly interrogated the palace maids and servants, but no one noticed any extra words on Painter Jiang's drawing board at the time."

"What about the brazier? I remember the last emperor died in a cold winter, so there must have been a brazier, right?"

Shen Yiran immediately mentioned that someone must have investigated it back then.

"The old lady said that she did see ashes other than charcoal in the brazier, so she picked up rice paper and fanned the ashes away, which fell on the floor, and then she used her shoes and water to get them under the bed."

Shen Yiran lowered his head and thought about it. Bo Jinnian then asked, "That means Painter Jiang still participated in politics before his death and said things he shouldn't have said."

Bo Jinxiu nodded: "That's right, but no one has any evidence. In addition, His Majesty is very good to Painter Jiang, and Painter Jiang can be a teacher after returning home, so this rumor will be refuted."

After saying that, Bo Jinxiu rolled his eyes and looked at the reactions of Shen Yiran and Bo Jinnian. They were both in the same state of silent thought.

"Let me ask you one thing. No matter how serious the matter involving Painter Jiang is, it won't cause any trouble right now. Why are you suddenly thinking of investigating him?"

Shen Yiran felt that since Bo Jinxiu had already participated in this step, it might not be a good idea to hide it from him, so he raised his eyes and glanced at Bo Jinnian: "This is related to the strange things that the Marquis knows now."

After saying that, Shen Yiran stood up and took out Dong Xizhou's landscape painting and gave it to Bo Jinxiu.

Bo Jinxiu's eyes lit up as soon as he saw it: "Are you trying to tell me that this painting is by Painter Jiang?"

Shen Yiran pursed his lips and smiled: "Not really, it's just that someone who is an expert said that the style of this painting is the same as that of Painter Jiang back then, so I thought he was a talent and maybe he could help the Marquisate make some money."

After sighing, she said to Bo Jinxiu, who was eagerly waiting for her to continue, "Who would have thought that after a careful investigation, we would find out that this person's identity is a mystery, very strange."

Bo Jinnian also nodded and told Bo Jinxiu what he had investigated.

Bo Jinxiu was very curious, and he rolled his eyes and thought for a while: "Someone pretended to be a dead person and came back. It might be related to the past events!"

Shen Yiran glanced at Bo Jinxiu's expression to see if he was afraid, but seeing that he looked excited, he continued, "Now it's my fault. I got him into our store, and I don't dare to let him go. I can only continue investigating."

Bo Jinxiu looked at Bo Jinnian and said, "How do you plan to investigate now? I have an idea. We still have to go to Painter Jiang's hometown to take a look."

"Brother is right. It's just that the Marquis can't leave. I'm not comfortable leaving such a big thing to others. I'm worried about it right now."

Bo Jinxiu immediately thought that Painter Jiang's hometown was in Yangzhou, which was exactly where Bo Jinjue once lived, so he said, "Why not ask my second brother here? He must know, right?"

Shen Yiran had thought about it a long time ago, but he just didn't trust Bo Jinjue.

Bo Jinxiu shook his head again after he finished speaking: "My second brother is a man of many thoughts. If he finds out, let alone investigating, he will definitely tell us not to do it."

"How about this, I'll go ask the old lady and see if there are any people related to that time in Kyoto."

Shen Yiran was waiting for him to run errands, and immediately filled a glass: "Only big brother can do this."

Bo Jinxiu drank for a while, and the three of them made some random guesses to relax.

After the maid cleared the table and walked out, Bo Jinnian whispered, "Don't you think that Big Brother's investigation went too smoothly?"

Shen Yiran pursed his lips and smiled, looking at Bo Jinnian with sparkling eyes: "So the Marquis has the same feeling."

"It's just like a sleepy man finding a pillow. Whatever you want comes true. Qin Feiqing can not only take my brother to the archives of the Ministry of Rites, but also help him quickly find the relevant content. Besides that-"

"Besides that, his family also has the grandmother who was involved back then."

Shen Yiran followed up by saying, "Since they want us to know, they will definitely continue to provide information to Big Brother. There is no need to go to Yangzhou. I think they should have all arrived in Kyoto."

The next day, Bo Jinxiu went to find Qin Feiqing again, pretending to take Dong Xizhou's paintings to see his grandmother.

"Grandma, take a look at this painting. Is it up to the level of the painter Jiang back then?"

The old lady looked at it again and again carefully, raised her eyes and said: "The writing skills are still lacking, but the style is inherited."

Bo Jinxiu immediately said happily: "Brushwork can be practiced! Although there are no court painters now, if he can copy a few paintings from the past, they will definitely sell well!"

Bo Jinxiu was not in a hurry to investigate, but thought about making money first.

The old lady laughed and said, "The scenery of the palace is easy to paint. Anyone who has been inside can paint it. But without the title of a court painter, it is just a painting."

Qin Feiqing also smiled and said: "Brother, this is not a good idea. You know that what happened back then was unusual. If you go and copy it, it will bring up what happened back then, which may be dangerous."

Bo Jinxiu was greatly disappointed and could only say, "Forget it. Anyway, this guy is also painting fans in my fan shop. When he becomes famous, he can also make money."

Qin Feiqing immediately smiled and said, "That's right, brother, you'd better be cautious."

Bo Jinxiu said, "I won't give up. What happened back then might not be the case. What if the fire basin contains waste paper? I still think there is hope."

"This is a big business. Feiqing, you have to help me. Grandma, who else knows what happened back then? Tell me everything. When I make money, I will buy you a few maids to serve you every day."

The old lady laughed when she heard that.

"Speaking of the people back then, I am the oldest. But there was once a disciple of Master Jiang who came to me for help to make a living. I returned to Kyoto today, and he came to visit me again after learning about it."

Bo Jinxiu immediately asked: "That person is in Kyoto now, grandma, can you tell me who he is?"

Qin Feiqing immediately said, "I have seen that man before. I was the one who brought him to see Grandma that day. If you want to meet him, it shouldn't be difficult."

Qin Feiqing took Bo Jinxiu to an inn.

It turned out that the shopkeeper was an apprentice of Painter Jiang.

The shopkeeper happened to come to check the accounts today. He happened to be in the inn. The accountant was tidying up the account books he had already looked at. When he looked up, he saw Qin Feiqing and his men coming.