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Prince An did not embarrass him: "That's all, even if you knew it, you wouldn't tell it. Give me a hundred sets of 'Journey to the West'."

Jiang Zelin secretly breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Prince An not chasing after him. He directed a few people to quickly pack the one hundred books: "Your Majesty, I would like to give you a thousand taels of sincerity."

Prince An didn't say anything. He winked and asked his entourage to give him some money.

Jiang Zelin watched Prince An's carriage go further and further, feeling extremely happy. Prince An had already given him ten taels of silver per book. Who would dare to bargain with him in the future, ha! See if he kills him.

It was said that Prince An got a good book, and the first thing he thought of was his dear brother, so he asked the coachman to go directly to the palace.

Emperor Jingwen had already received the "Journey to the West" sent by Jiang Zelin. At this moment, he stopped approving the memorial and lay down on the couch to read it.

Emperor Jingwen's eyes flashed with admiration: "Fu Lu, how do you think the little girl from the Shen family grew her head? Is it so interesting to write a storybook?"

Fu Lu bowed and replied: "Miss Shen is naturally very smart, otherwise His Highness King Chen would not have looked at her differently."

"That's right. I brought up Chen'er. How can he have bad taste? How can he like ordinary people?" Emperor Jing Wen's tone was a bit harsh.

"That is, how can ordinary people be worthy of our King Chen, who is as beautiful as the moon and has orchids and jade trees?"

The two masters and servants talked to each other one by one, and they didn't stop until Prince An arrived.

"Brother, it's okay, brother..." When Prince An saw the 'Journey to the West' in Emperor Jingwen's hand, he hurriedly swallowed the words that were on his lips. He joked: "I didn't expect that the royal brother, who is busy with government affairs and has many things to do, would have time to read the original story?"

Emperor Jingwen glanced at Prince An: "I am also a human being, and I eat whole grains every day. Why can't I read the script?"

Prince An sneered: "Didn't you tell me that talking books are the most useless books? Talking books are the most harmful to customs and people's hearts. This is strictly prohibited."

Fulu lowered his head like a quail beside him, thinking that besides the emperor's eldest grandson, he was the only one who dared to argue with the emperor without getting scolded.

Emperor Jingwen snorted coldly: "Huh! What I'm talking about is the books about talented people and beautiful women written by those who are jealous of rich people, or have unfulfilled desires, and make up stories about talented people and beautiful women. How can this book in my hand be the same? Can those words books compare?"

When Prince An heard this, he was intrigued and asked hurriedly: "Is it possible that the emperor knows the person who wrote this story book?"

Emperor Jingwen said meaningfully: "You will know in the future."

Seeing that Emperor Jingwen didn't want to say more, Prince An changed the subject.

After Prince An left, Jiang Zelin went to the restaurant named Xiao Yichen. Yesterday, he had someone send a letter to Uncle Qing Ping, asking him to meet here today at Shenshi.

After hearing the letter from the visitor, Uncle Qingping thought for a long time and decided to go to the appointment.

When he opened the door of the box and saw Jiang Zelin alone, his doubts deepened. He never dealt with the royal family in private. Why did the steward of His Highness King Chen want to see him?

"I've met my uncle. Uncle, please sit down!" Jiang Zelin cupped his fists and saluted.

Qing Pingbo sat down calmly.

Jiang Zelin knew that Uncle Qing Ping must have a lot of doubts in his heart, so he did not take Qiao, and directly took out the letter written by Gu from his arms and handed it to him: "This is the letter that Mrs. Shen asked me to take."

There are four letters in total, one each for Mr. and Mrs. Qing Pingbo and Mr. and Mrs. Qing Pingbo.

"Father is well! Words are like seeing each other. My daughter is unfilial. She has never sent you a single word in these years... My daughter is living a good life now. Don't miss her! I hope your father will cherish you! Your daughter Mu Yao hereby expresses her gratitude!" Uncle Qing Ping trembled. He held his hands and carefully looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar handwriting on it. A few tears quietly fell on the letter paper, slowly blooming.

Uncle Qing Ping tried to calm down his emotions, his voice was hoarse and his tone was humble: "Can you tell me about their current situation?" Jiang Zelin nodded with a smile.

He told Uncle Qingping one by one about the four brothers and sisters Gu, Shen Zhuoyun and Shen Jia whom he met in Beili Village.

"Mrs. Shen and Miss Shen asked me to bring back a lot of gifts and put them in a small courtyard. You can send someone to pick them up at any time."

Uncle Qing Ping suddenly became energetic and said anxiously: "Oh! There are also gifts? So what are you waiting for? Take me to get them now."

Jiang Zelin told Uncle Qing Ping the address: "You go first, and the younger one will come later."

The two of them left the restaurant one after the other.

Uncle Qing Ping looked at the cart full of gifts, with a smile on his eyes and brows.

The servants of Uncle Qingping's Mansion saw their uncle coming back from outside. He walked much more briskly than before, with a smile reaching his eyes. Everyone was guessing whether something good was going to happen in the mansion.

Uncle Qingping asked people to move things directly to the old lady's yard, and said to one of the maids: "Go and ask the old lady to come over." He also asked another maid to call Uncle Qingping's wife Yang to come over.

When the old lady saw that her eldest son had moved a lot of things into her yard, she looked happy and didn't ask any questions. At her age, nothing could affect her emotions.

More than a quarter of an hour later, the old lady arrived at the old lady's yard first. Yang's yard was farther away, a little later than the old lady.

When Uncle Qingping saw that everyone had arrived, he asked all the maids and servants in the courtyard to go out. The old lady's confidant, the nun, guarded the courtyard door. Then he cleared his throat: "Father, mother, madam, guess who I met today?"

The old man was impatient of being mysterious and said directly: "If you have anything to say, just tell me directly and don't engage in guessing."

Uncle Qing Ping touched his nose awkwardly and silently took out three letters from his sleeve: "A letter from Yao'er to you."

The old man stepped forward quickly.

The old lady stood up suddenly and shook violently several times. Uncle Qing Ping quickly supported her to prevent her from falling.

Yang stumbled, barely able to steady herself, and quickly took the letter. Her hands were shaking. It was obviously just a letter, and all she had to do was tear the envelope open, but she couldn't tear it open for a long time. The more anxious she became, the more anxious she became. As she couldn't tear it open, she took a few deep breaths before tearing open the smeared envelope.

Yang burst into tears after reading the letter.

Yao'er is the flesh that fell from her body. Over the years, she often wakes up from her dreams in the middle of the night with her eyes open until dawn.

She regretted countless times that she had not opposed her marrying Shen Zhuoyun, so that mother and daughter were thousands of miles apart, and the day they would meet was far away.

Now that she knew she was living a happy life, her heart finally felt a little relieved.

The old man and the old lady were also in tears. Knowing that she was doing well, they felt a little relieved.

Uncle Qingping repeated Jiang Zelin's words to them all. When they learned that they had such a beautiful and capable great-granddaughter, they all opened their eyes with surprise.

The servants in the mansion saw the red eyes of the four people, but their eyes were shining with excitement, and they all asked for gossip intentionally or unintentionally, but unfortunately they couldn't find out anything.

The old man and Uncle Qing Ping then went to the study to talk secretly.