The seductive princess is no longer being pursued; the aloof prime minister is facing a crematorium.

Si Beihuan really didn't say anything.

But that bewildered and shocked look was more meaningful than any words.

Si Ning then pushed Jiang Jinshuang's figure back a little further, and said with a helpless smile, "Alright, Father, you should go back to the manor now."

"I have something to discuss with Your Highness, so I will return later."

Si Beihuan narrowed his eyes, glared at Si Ning, and warned in a low voice, "You young people better behave yourselves!"

“Especially you,” he said to Si Ning in a deep voice, “As a man, you should consider a woman’s reputation and exercise restraint!”

Si Ning smiled helplessly, but still shielded Jiang Jinshuang behind him: "Yes, I've remembered."

At this point, Si Beihuan coughed lightly again: "Well... if you really can't control your feelings, your father will go and ask the Emperor tomorrow to grant you a marriage."

Upon hearing this, Si Ning first glanced at Jiang Jinshuang behind him, then smiled and said, "Alright, Father, I know what I'm doing."

"You have no sense of propriety whatsoever," Si Beihuan muttered, too lazy to bother with him anymore.

His gaze then shifted to Jiang Jinshuang.

Jiang Jinshuang stood behind Si Ning, blinked, and looked completely innocent.

Si Beihuan snorted coldly: "You usually don't know any manners towards me, so why are you so bullied by that Prince Changping today that you don't dare to say a word?"

Jiang Jinshuang: "..."

It wasn't that she was afraid to speak; before she even had a chance to say anything, Si Beihuan had already spoken up for her.

Of course, Jiang Jinshuang wouldn't dare say these words to Si Beihuan's face.

She looked obedient and docile: "Uncle Si, I am so grateful to you today, otherwise I would have been bullied by Uncle Changping."

"Hmph, what ability can a prince born out of wedlock have?" Si Beihuan said disdainfully. "If he dares to cause you trouble again in the future, just tell me, and I will take the imperial sword and go to the palace to find him!"

With his current status and identity, there are very few things that can restrain Si Beihuan.

Jiang Jinshuang nodded obediently: "I understand, Uncle Si."

Si Beihuan glanced at the two of them again, then said nothing more: "Alright, I'm going back now."

After saying this, Si Beihuan turned and left.

Jiang Jinshuang watched Si Beihuan's departing figure and couldn't help but smile, "Uncle Si doesn't seem to dislike me that much."

Upon hearing this, Si Ning smiled along with her.

He turned around, took off his crane cloak, and draped it over Jiang Jinshuang.

Warm, soft down was sewn onto her crane-feather cloak, concealing her fair neck.

"Your Highness is so intelligent and quick-witted, no one will dislike you."

Although she knew Si Ning was just flattering her, Jiang Jinshuang still smiled knowingly.

Si Ning gently pulled Jiang Jinshuang's long hair from her crane cloak and said softly, "Let's go. Yan Jue should already be waiting for you at the princess's residence."

At this point, Jiang Jinshuang's expression became more serious. She nodded and followed Si Ning into the carriage heading back to the princess's residence.
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Night was falling, in the main hall of the princess's residence.

When Jiang Jinshuang and Si Ning returned, Yan Jue, dressed in black, was already waiting at the entrance.

After having Qian Yao close the mansion gates, Jiang Jinshuang walked to the main hall.

"Did you get the items?" Jiang Jinshuang asked with a smile.

With this secret letter, Jiang Jinshuang could prove the innocence of Prince Ruiyang.

Yan Jue reached out and handed the item he had brought from the Imperial Study to Jiang Jinshuang.

The man was dressed in black, his clothes clean and sharp, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist, and his eyes were cold and indifferent.

What Yanjue handed her was a stack of letters that wasn't very thick, as well as a mailbox.

First, open the letter.

When Jiang Jinshuang saw the handwriting on the envelope, the smile on her lips froze.

What came into view was handwriting that Jiang Jinshuang knew all too well.

Each letter was handwritten by Prince Ruiyang, Jiang Buhuo, with sharp, distinct characters.

Uncle Ruiyang had a little habit when writing: the last stroke of each sentence would be slightly curved upwards.

Even if someone tries to imitate something out of habit, they won't be able to do it so smoothly.

Jiang Jinshuang's face darkened.

Si Ning stepped forward and saw the writing on Jiang Jinshuang's hand, as well as her slightly trembling hand.

I roughly guessed what it was.

Si Ning's gaze fell on her face, and she said softly, "A handwritten letter?"

Jiang Jinshuang closed her eyes slightly, and after a long while, she tightened her throat and said, "Mmm."

It was a handwritten letter.

Written by Prince Ruiyang himself. Jiang Jinshuang had considered that the letters submitted as evidence of collusion with Beihuai might very well have been forged by someone hired by the mastermind.

But when Jiang Jinshuang opened these letters, that idea vanished.

—If there is anyone in this world who can clearly distinguish whether the Prince Ruiyang's handwriting is forged or imitated, then that person can only be Jiang Jinshuang.

She knows her Uncle Ruiyang all too well.

Every stroke, every character, is his work.

Even if someone is skilled at imitating a style, they will still have their own underlying writing habits. These habits are like something ingrained in their bones, something that is subtly ingrained.

They are not even aware of it, let alone able to change it.

But without exception, all of these letters were written by only one person: Prince Ruiyang, Jiang Buhuo.

It was his handwritten letter.

—He really did write these personal letters to Bei Huai.

Jiang Jinshuang's hands trembled even more violently.

She even felt a bit short of breath. She tried to catch her breath to make herself feel better, but it felt like something was blocking her throat, making her dizzy.

His body swayed a few times.

Jiang Jinshuang felt some tinnitus.

An arm was placed in front of her, allowing her to steady herself on it.

Jiang Jinshuang closed her eyes slightly, regaining her senses.

Yan Jue looked down at her, his gaze dark and menacing.

He extended his arm for Jiang Jinshuang to support, waiting for her to regain her composure before coldly saying, "Let's go back to Baiyujing."

I don't want her to stay in the capital anymore.

The capital city is full of venomous snakes.

The person she had always looked up to and loved had dealt her the most painful blow.

It was as if they wanted to shatter all the integrity and backbone she had cultivated, crush it into a ball without any pity, and throw it into the shadows.

Just like all her efforts and investigations all along, kneeling for three days and three nights in the snowstorm in the Forbidden City—

It's like a joke.

He wanted to take her back to Baiyujing.

Bai Yujing doesn't need to engage in deceit and treachery; he can please everyone.

Jiang Jinshuang blinked, her eyes stinging with tears.

Her fingers tightened slightly, and her hand gripping Yan Jue's arm trembled violently.

They opened the border map that had been sealed in the mailbox.

—It's the one used during the great battle against Beihuai.

The deployment map is also real.

Jiang Jinshuang had some difficulty breathing.

Her eyes darted around for a moment, and she even picked up the two letters somewhat slowly, comparing the handwriting word by word and stroke by stroke.

This was the first time she began to doubt her own judgment.

Perhaps, just perhaps, there really is someone in the world with exceptional skills who can perfectly imitate the handwriting of Prince Ruiyang?
Perhaps there really are such people?

His hands trembled so much as he held the two letters that the handwriting was barely legible.

She stared intently at the two secret letters, as if determined to glean something from them.

Shen Huaihe said that Prince Ruiyang had confessed his crimes and been executed.

The Emperor said that Prince Ruiyang, Jiang Buhuo, intended to rebel, and his crime deserved to be executed.

Even Uncle Ruiyang himself told her, "Shuang'er, it was me who made her."

Why.

She doesn't believe it.

Her pupils contracted slightly, her eyes widened, and she stared intently at the letter.

Until a cool hand covered her eyes.

All sounds are silent.

She heard Si Ning's soft and gentle voice.

"Your Highness, you must be tired today. Why don't you get some sleep?" (End of Chapter)