Pregnant Before the Royal Marriage - Chapter 595
Chapter 595: Chapter 595: If He Doesn’t Listen
Jiang Ning took a sip of tea: “Is it just a resemblance? Do you want to take a closer look?”
Jiang Ruobai glanced at her, picked up the fingertip, and examined it carefully for a moment. He laughed: “This imitation is quite interesting.”
“What do you mean?”
“Girl, what’s your father’s status?”
“Prime Minister.”
With a steady grip on the teacup, Jiang Ruobai said: “And I am in a high position and have many enemies in the Imperial Court. Over the years, there have been countless people who have wanted to harm me and those who have imitated my handwriting. Although I don’t know where this piece of paper came from, it doesn’t make much of a difference.”
“Ah!” Jiang Ning sighed.
“At such a young age, what are you sighing about?”
“Dad, since you’re so smart, why don’t you guess where I got this piece of paper?”
Feigning mystery, Jiang Ruobai glanced at her face and pondered for a moment: “Could it be from… Mu Jian?”
Jiang Ning was shocked: “Hey, Dad, you’re incredible.”
“Haven’t you been busy with this matter recently?”
“Dad, it seems like you’re not too worried about this?” Jiang Ning was puzzled. “There’s a mastermind controlling Mu Jian now, poisoning Concubine Yu, and framing our family.”
Jiang Ruobai laughed: “Framing is framing, but where’s the evidence? Just this broken, headless piece of paper? This is too fake.”
“Dad, it’s not important whether the evidence is fake or not.”
“Then what’s important?”
“What’s important is whether the palace believes it.” Jiang Ning took the note, “I don’t know if the Emperor believes it, but Li Hongyuan does.”
“The Crown Prince believes it? And what can he do?” Jiang Ruobai sneered, “If he doesn’t obey, then we’ll find someone else to be the Crown Prince.”
“Dad, don’t talk big. Where is there another legitimate son for the Emperor? The dead are dead, and the abolished are abolished…”
“Isn’t there one in Concubine Yu’s belly?”
“Are you so sure that Concubine Yu will definitely give birth to a son?”
“Well, let the other concubines give birth. They can always produce a son.”
“Dad, the Emperor is so old now, not as young as he used to be. It’s not up to you to decide whether he can have a son.”
“Is that so?” Jiang Ruobai’s lips revealed a faint, elusive smile.
Jiang Ning said with a shudder: “Dad, don’t mess around. Li Hongyuan is the father of your grandson. If you don’t let Li Hongyuan be the Crown Prince, how can I become the Empress Dowager in the future?”
“That’s why I’ve been tolerating him for so long.” Jiang Ruobai snorted coldly, “It’s best if he can be more obedient and not think that growing a few feathers means he’s got hard wings!”
Jiang Ning said, “So what do we do now? Mu Jian is too cautious, and I still can’t figure out who is behind him.”
Jiang Ruobai said, “You, my dear daughter, are just too clever, which actually makes it easy for you to get bogged down in dead ends.”
“I ask for your guidance.”
“Why bother with all that trouble? With Mu Jian in your hands, haven’t you thought to ask him directly?”
“Li Hongyuan said that he has a resolute will, doesn’t fear blood or death, and can’t be coerced by torture.” Jiang Ning spread her hands, “I’m not good at interrogations, and aside from that, I really don’t know what else to do.”
Jiang Ruobai laughed, “Don’t you have your father? For things you’re not good at, find your dad.”
“Dad, do you have an expert in this area?”
“Yes.”
“Lend them to me.”
“Are you sure?” Jiang Ruobai raised his eyebrows and looked at his daughter, “The scene of torture and forced confession won’t be pretty, and I’m worried you won’t be able to handle it.”
