Jiang Ning took a sip of tea: "Is it just a resemblance? Would you like to take a closer look?"

Jiang Ruobai glanced at her, stretched out his hand to pick up his fingers, looked carefully for a moment, and said with a smile: "This imitation is a bit interesting."

"What do you mean?"

"Girl, what is your father's identity?"

"Prime Minister."

Holding the teacup, Jiang Ruobai said firmly, "As for your father and me, we are high-ranking and powerful, and there are many enemies in the court. Over the years, there have been many people who want to harm your father. Those who imitate your father's handwriting also There are countless. Although I don’t know where you got this note, but this one is not bad.”

"Hey!" Jiang Ning sighed.

"You are so young, why are you moaning and sighing?"

"Father, you are so smart, why don't you guess where I got this note?"

"It's a mystery." Jiang Ruobai glanced at her face, pondered for a moment, "Could it be that you got it from Mu Jian?"

Jiang Ning was shocked: "Hey, Dad, you are really amazing."

"Aren't you busy with this recently?"

"Father, I think you don't seem to be worried about this matter?" Jiang Ning was puzzled, "Now there is a black hand behind the scenes manipulating Mu Jian, poisoning the imperial concubine, and planting blame on our family."

Jiang Ruobai smiled and said, "Framing is framing, what about the evidence? Just relying on this scrap of paper? It's too fake."

"Father, it doesn't matter whether the evidence is false or not."

"Then what's important?"

"The important thing is whether the palace believes it or not." Jiang Ning took the note, "I don't know if the emperor believes it or not, anyway, Li Hongyuan believed it."

"The prince believes it? What can he do?" Jiang Ruobai sneered, "If he is not obedient, then someone else will be the prince."

"Father, don't talk big. Where does the emperor have a serious son? He's dead, useless..."

"Isn't there another one in Concubine Yu's stomach?"

"Are you so sure that Concubine Yu will give birth to a son?"

"Then give birth to another concubine, and a son will always be born."

"Father, the emperor is so old, it's not as good as it was back then. It's not that you want him to have a son, so he can give birth."

"Really?" Jiang Ruobai had a faint smile on his lips.

Jiang Ning looked with horror: "Father, don't mess around. Li Hongyuan is your grandson's father. If you don't let Li Hongyuan be the prince, how can I be the queen mother in the future?"

"That's why I put up with him for so long." Jiang Ruobai snorted coldly, "It's better that he be more obedient, and don't grow a little hair and think that his wings are stiff!"

Jiang Ning said: "Then what should we do now. This Mujian is too cautious, and I still can't find out who is behind him."

Jiang Ruobai said: "You, you are too smart, but it is easy to get into a dead end."

"Also ask Dad to enlighten me."

"Why bother? Mu Jian is in your hand, you won't ask him directly?"

"Li Hongyuan said that he is strong-willed, not afraid of bloodshed or death, and he won't get anything out of torture." Jiang Ning spread his hands, "I'm not good at torture, so I really don't know what else to do."

Jiang Ruobai smiled: "Don't you still have a father? For things you are not good at, you can find your father."

"Father, do you have any experts in this field?"

"have."

"Lend it to me."

"Are you sure?" Jiang Ruobai raised his eyebrows and looked at his daughter, "The scene of torture to extort a confession will not be too beautiful, I'm afraid you won't be able to bear it."

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