Things only lasted for one day, and they were fermenting to an uncontrollable level.

The empress was restless in the imperial study. The female official next to her said, "Your Majesty, are you worried about your little prince? If you are worried... Your Majesty might as well come forward to resolve this matter."

The empress lowered her eyelids, sighed softly, and sat back at the desk. "If I always help her, when will she grow up?"

The empress was silent for a while, and finally sighed silently and did nothing.

In this imperial city, the situation is strange, and Jiang Xing must grow up, otherwise the empress's dead day will be the time when Jiang Xing dies.

Jiang Xing sat on the chair of the Grand Master carved by red sandalwood, listening to Eunuch Liu talking about what was happening outside.

It was a case in Xining, where a murderer accidentally killed someone, and the dead man was named Yang Ling. The one who came to beat the drum and complained about the injustice was Yang Ling's old mother.

The two depended on each other for life, and Yang Ling left. His old mother was completely disappointed and wanted to seek justice for her son.

But the memorial has been sent to the Ministry of Justice. If Jiang Xing signs the letter, it will be concluded.

But the key is that Jiang Xing read through the documents carefully, and there was no Yang Ling in it!

Gu Yanzhi, who had been twisting Buddhist beads next to him, suddenly looked up and said, "Your Highness, I have a note here."

Gu Yanzhi said, as he took out two copies of the folds from his sleeve with distinct joints, one of which was dyed with ink, and the other was copied halfway.

Jiang Xing's eyebrows pounded. Why did she almost forget this?

Gu Yanzhi did have a book, but Jiang Xing forgot it, mainly because Gu Yanzhi filled it out too slowly.

I filled in for many days, and I only wrote half of it.

Jiang Xing stretched out his green onion finger and took it from Gu Yanzhi's hand, and his almond eyes scanned the contents of something.

Sure enough, it was Yang Ling’s book!

Gu Yanzhi really helped her a lot!

Jiang Xing smiled with his eyebrows and looked at Gu Yanzhi and said, "Gu Yanzhi, you are really my lucky star."

Gu Yanzhi raised his eyelids when he heard this, and the girl's beautiful face appeared in front of him. There seemed to be stars and sea of ​​stars and reflections in the woman's eyes.

Clear and bright.

She said...Gu Yanzhi, you are really my lucky star...

Gu Yanzhi's hands, with clear joints, couldn't help but squeeze the Buddhist beads in his hand.

The eyelashes drooped slightly, but the tips of the ears were involuntarily red.

"Your Highness... don't talk nonsense. Cough cough." Gu Yanzhi frowned, his fingers with clear joints gently pressed against his lips, and coughed a few times.

Jiang Xing next to him was suddenly shocked. Even though there were so many serving people next to him, Jiang Xing still jogged to the table of Jinsi Nanmu and hurriedly poured a glass of warm water for Gu Yanzhi.

Jiang Xing's slender and tender hands gently supported the transparent white jade teacup, which made Jiang Xing's little hands look fair and slender, and his skin was whiter than snow.

Jiang Xing reached out and handed the cup to Gu Yanzhi. Gu Yanzhi's fingers with clear joints caught it, and Jiang Xing's hand slid downwards.

Gu Yanzhi's fingertips lightly touched the back of Jiang Xing's hand, and the touch felt like jade, silky and warm.

Gu Yanzhi was a little stunned at the moment, and Gu Yanzhi's ears flushed, but Gu Yanzhi quickly adjusted his mentality.

The Buddhist beads were gently rotated in his hand, and Jiang Xing was carefully studying Yang Ling's case.

Today...this matter must be stopped.

Sure enough... Jiang Xing frowned when he looked at the Zhezi. Sure enough... The letter wrote about the bullheads that were wrong, and the landlord's slaves killed people, which said it was sentenced to prison.

But the old woman who came to complain about the wrongdoing said that the murderer was at ease...
Chapter completed!