Eunuch Qian looked at him motionless and asked uncertainly: "Has Your Highness remembered who I am?"

There was a vague, thin shadow in Nangong Ling's mind, and her difficult voice was slightly uncertain, "Are you money-oriented?"

Under the pretended calm face of Eunuch Qian, something suddenly dropped.

"It is the old slave. When the old slave was still on duty at Changfu Palace, His Highness Prince Sheng was just a child. After so many years, His Highness has also grown up."

But Nangong Ling didn't let go of her guard just because of his proactive intimacy.

"Back then...everyone in the palace had been cleared away, so why are you here?"

After all, there has been such a scandal in the palace. In the eyes of the emperor, the matter of Concubine Mei is a layer of dust that cannot be wiped off the royal family. Everyone who knows about it will be wiped out. Only in this way can that layer of uncleanness be forever

Not to be seen.

Although Qian Weide was not the closest person to Concubine Mei, it was impossible for him to escape unscathed after the bloodbath in Changfu Palace.

It seemed that he had known that he would ask this question for a long time. Qian Weide rubbed his hands and hesitated on how to word it.

"In the beginning, Concubine Mei was very kind to us palace attendants in Changfu Palace. I have never seen anyone as gentle as Concubine Mei. It's a pity..."

When he said this, he paused and looked at Nangong Ling carefully.

After he signaled, he continued: "At that time, the empress was very favored, and several other people in the palace hated her in their hearts, but she was so kind that she didn't even know that the sisters who talked and laughed with her would treat her

Seen as a thorn in the side and a thorn in the flesh.”

"Of course, we eunuchs and maids still like to be on duty in Changfu Palace. The empress is generous and has many people under her command. The old slave was framed and broke the things in the empress' palace, so he was sent here.

He came from the imperial mausoleum, and in the blink of an eye it has been almost twenty years."

He let out a long sigh, his eyes full of unwillingness.

The people in this imperial mausoleum are very resentful. When he first came here, he suffered a lot at the hands of these people.

It also made his temperament become more and more dull. Later, he climbed to his current position step by step with just one breath.

When he said this, Nangong Ling felt even more confused.

"Since you broke my mother-in-law's things and were sent here, you are unwilling to accept it. You should hate her. Why do you want to tell me this and ask me to avenge her?"

Qian Weide smiled and explained: "It was not the empress who punished the slave, but the emperor's decree. If the empress had not interceded on behalf of the slave, I would not be able to see you here now."

"This servant is doing this to repay the kindness that the empress has shown me in the past, and also because I feel that Your Highness can help this servant leave here."

He knelt down with a plop, "I am willing to help you prove your innocence. I just ask the prince to let me leave this place and let me resign and return to my hometown to enjoy two years of peace."

Nangong Ling waved her hand and said, "Get up. If you have anything to do, we'll talk about it tonight."

"yes."

After Qian Weide finished what he wanted to say, he felt relieved and said, "Then I won't disturb the prince anymore."

He was old, the food in Huangling was not good, and he had hot flashes all the year round. His legs looked a little lame due to long-term rheumatism.

Nangong Ling looked at his walking back, feeling unable to calm down for a long time.

The mother-in-law has been away for so long that he can't even remember her face. He only remembers that she was a very gentle woman. He was very young when the incident happened, but he also believed that such a gentle mother-in-law would never do that.

Something that can't be waited for.

After calming down, he lit incense as usual and then cleaned up the fallen leaves around the imperial mausoleum.

Because of Qian Weide's words, his mind was a little empty.

Suddenly, a thin and small eunuch jumped out from the corner of the wall, stepping on the fallen leaves on the ground, and trotted up to him.

Perhaps because of his young age, he still felt a little scared standing in front of Nangong Ling, so he said tremblingly, "Young Master, Your Highness the Crown Prince invites you."

Nangong Ling's brows twitched, but she didn't expect that Nangong Chen would still have time to come to the imperial mausoleum to watch his jokes if he wasn't busy dealing with state affairs at this time.

He followed the little eunuch to the front hall.

Nangong Chen looked at the shabby table, his brows almost twisted into a rope, and his brows were filled with disgust.

Seeing Nangong Ling come in, the look on his face turned away, "Emperor brother, you..."

He looked at Nangong Ling up and down, his eyes full of hypocrisy and distress, "Are these slaves treating you badly? Why are you dressed like this? It's relieved a lot."

Even though his acting skills were superb, his smile couldn't help but leak out from his distressed eyes.

Nangong Ling had a straight face, too lazy to act out any brotherly drama with him, "Since my brother came to see my joke, if you have anything to say, just say it directly."

Even though he was at the end of his rope, he still had a condescending aura about him, which made Nangong Chen very dissatisfied.

How can a person who has fallen from the sky to the mud still be so proud? He should be unable to recover from the fall.

He originally wanted to pour Nangong Ling a cup of tea, but looking at the plain cup, he ran out of ideas.

"Ninth brother is living quite well here. Although you are now a commoner, in the heart of the emperor, you will always be the emperor's brother in this palace."

Nangong Ling took the cup expressionlessly and took a sip of weak tea.

"Brother, why don't you just tell me what you want to hear from me?"

Two days ago, he was still guessing who was instigating the people in the imperial mausoleum to exclude him, but now that he thinks about it, he understands a little bit more.

Except for the prince, no one should be so bored as to think of ways to deal with a person who has lost power.

The smile on Nangong Chen's face faded, "Brother Huang is really here to care about you, and he even brought you some delicious food."

With a look from him, the guard beside him placed an exquisite food box on the table in front of him. With a "click", the food box opened a small crack and the aroma of food wafted out.

There were several plates of exquisite pastries inside, which seemed to be from the palace.

Nangong Chen said with a smile on his face, "It's been a while since the emperor's brother had eaten such good food, right?"

He was clearly smiling, but his words were filled with naked sarcasm.

Those smiling eyes stared at Nangong Ling, afraid of missing the embarrassment on his face, but Nangong Ling didn't seem to take these taunts to heart.

He reached out and picked one up, tasted it, and commented with a relaxed expression, "It tastes good."

He turned around and asked An Qi to put away these pastries.

"Thank you, Your Highness. If you don't have anything else to ask for, I won't keep you here. Half of the yard behind you is still untied."

After saying that, he left Nangong Chen behind and continued to sweep the fallen leaves on the ground without looking back.

Being ignored, Nangong Chen's face gradually turned ugly.

Finally, I no longer have to act like a close brother with Nangong Ling.

"You will never leave here in your life."

This sentence successfully stopped Nangong Ling.

He turned around, seemingly confused, "Oh? Is the prince so sure?"

Those sharp eyes seemed to be carrying knives, which made Nangong Chen couldn't help but shrink back. When he realized that he was showing cowardice in front of a commoner like Nangong Ling, he straightened up in annoyance.
Chapter completed!