"Prince, you are still young after all, there are too many things you cannot see clearly." Emperor Beili said solemnly.
No one in the court would know how to pretend, any grief-stricken act is just an act!
Sang Qi pondered.
"Your Majesty, Master Zhan has arrived."
"Let him in."
Not long after, Zhan Yi entered the imperial study room with white hair and simple clothes.
"Zhan Yi meets the Emperor."
Zhan Yi knelt down and saluted. There was silence above his head, and he did not dare to move.
After about a few minutes, a deep voice sounded in my ears.
"Zhan Yi, how is your granddaughter doing lately?"
"Your Majesty, she's back. Look, she's back." Zhan Yi was so happy that he was so excited that he forgot that people's joys and sorrows are never the same.
At this moment, Zhan Yi cried with joy. After ten years of waiting, he finally received the confirmed news.
Emperor Beili caught his expression in his eyes and raised his hand slightly: "Show him the letter."
Zhan Yi grabbed the letter and saw its contents. He couldn't hold back the tears of excitement and his voice choked with sobs: "She is still alive, she is still alive, Your Highness, she is still alive..."
Prime Minister Gao and his party stared at Zhan Yi crying while holding the letter, and they couldn't help but wonder, did he really not know?
Sang Qi stood up and handed over the letter in his hand.
"Your Majesty, what did you just say?" Zhan Yi was anxious, kneeling forward and moving forward, as if he wanted to hear more clearly.
Zhan Yi was stunned again, and then his eyes showed a dark color of shock and joy, and his eye circles turned red for a moment. His voice trembled and he couldn't believe it: "What did you say, Your Majesty?"
"Ten years, a good ten years, Zhan Yi, don't tell me, you don't know she is still alive." Emperor Beili stared at him with his sharp eyes.
When Zhan Chi heard this, he understood who Emperor Beili was talking about. He raised his head and his eyes were filled with shock: "Your Majesty, that child has been dead for ten years."
"Oh, Zhan Yi, it has only been ten years and you have completely forgotten about that child?" Emperor Beili asked again.
Zhan Yi was stunned for a moment, then he came to his senses and said: "Your Majesty, Zhan Chi has never gotten married, so how could the Zhan family have a granddaughter?"
"If you hadn't known in advance that Gu Shuo, Zhan Chi, Chen Rentian, and Qian Fanji would have gathered all the eight princes in Dayu City?" Prime Minister Gao didn't believe it at all.
His granddaughter is back and is in Dayu City.
Emperor Beili didn't answer and stared at Zhan Yi.
Hearing this, Zhan Yi turned to look at the people present: "What letter? Who wrote it..."
Emperor Beili thought that Mr. Gu had indeed gone crazy since that year. Did he really not know? He still didn't believe it.
The deep voice brought Zhan Yi back to reality. He held the letter and raised his sleeves to wipe his tears. His voice was hoarse: "Your Majesty, she lay in the General's Mansion for two days. The Emperor also sent people to examine her several times. When she left the city,
The body was taken away by Taoists on the street. My wife was so distraught that she became ill. Crazy old man Gu can no longer recognize her. How did we know she was still alive?"
"Gu Shuo and Nanyuan are doing business. Mr. Chen has been living in seclusion in Dayu City these years. They get together every year. What's so strange about it? As for why the eighth prince is in Dayu City, I can't wait until the eighth prince comes back to ask him.
Got it." Zhan Yi said coldly.
Prime Minister Gao suddenly choked and snorted angrily.
"Father, my son and I didn't know about this. It's probably a coincidence that we all gathered in Dayu City." Sang Qi said.
"Are there so many coincidences in the world?" Prime Minister Gao murmured coldly.
