The legitimate daughter was reborn, and the emperor’s little Jiaojiao went crazy.

Chapter 928 Cen Che Hates Him

Cen Yuan's eyes darkened slightly, "No, the person who wants our son's life must be someone else."

Shi Anxia suddenly stood up, and the pearls on the jade hairpin swayed slightly. She tapped a mechanism somewhere on the bookshelf with her slender fingers, and the secret compartment opened in response.

She took out a stack of papers with diagrams and lines drawn on them. Spider-web-like ink lines connected the densely packed, beautiful Japanese handwriting.

She found one of the sheets and spread it out. "Based on the timeline you provided, I found some suspicious points. Putting aside all the doubts, even if Cen Che knew that the Weibei General of my North Wing was Emperor Heng of Liang, he would not have had to come to the North Wing and kill a child who was less than a year old. Otherwise, what good would it do him?"

Who would do something that has no benefit?

Cen Che was the fifth son of Emperor Yong, Cen Li. He was not particularly talented and was not a strong contender for the throne.

In her previous life, when Cen Yuan was poisoned, she just thought that Cen Che was kind and gentle.

Such a person is not suitable for conquering the country, but is suitable for defending it. In fact, in the decades after Cen Che ascended the throne, he did exactly what Cen Yuan had thought, working diligently on the throne, and even if he had no merits, he had worked hard.

It failed to create a glorious and prosperous era, but at least it prevented Liang from falling into war.

But at first, Cen Che had no interest in the throne, just like the new emperor of the North Wing, Xiao Zhi.

How could a man who had no interest in the throne come all the way to kill a child? Even if he succeeded in his attack, how could he be sure that the throne would definitely belong to him?

The couple wrote down a name together: Cen Ji.

Cen Yuan had only thought of this person in recent days. "Although the eldest prince, Cen Ji, has not been officially appointed as the crown prince, he is indeed the first in line when the throne is vacant."

Shi Anxia said leisurely, "My son blocked Cen Ji's way. Husband, do you think it is possible that it was not Cen Che who poisoned you in the previous life?"

Cen Yuan's whole body was a little stiff. "But the one who benefited in the end was Cen Che. In his previous life, Cen Ji went to his fiefdom and became the King of Yongqi, and he never got involved in the throne."

Shi Anxia had obviously thought it over carefully. She took out a new blueprint and pointed at it to show him, "What if Beiyi and Cen Ji poisoned you at the same time, and Cen Ji used a deadly poison that kills instantly upon contact with blood?"

By then, Emperor Heng had returned with great force. He regained power and was ruthless, with the whole court obeying his orders.

"Cen Ji has no hope of succeeding to the throne, the only thing he can do is..." Shi Anxia's clear eyes met Cen Yuan's gaze.

"Only if I die suddenly." Cen Yuan said in a cold voice, "He, the first heir, can legitimately ascend the throne."

After all, Emperor Yong is the son of Prince Ying, and his son still has the surname Cen and is still of royal blood.

As long as the family name Cen is in this country, Cen Ji is the legitimate royal heir.

But Emperor Heng did not die suddenly... The couple discussed all the possibilities one by one.

The candlelight flickered in Shi Anxia's eyes, "There is another possibility..." She changed the subject and asked in a roundabout way, "Are you close to Cen Che?"

Cen Yuan's expression faltered slightly. "In terms of closeness, Qin Mian and I are closer. Qin Mian - no, I should call him Cen Mian, he is my study partner." His Adam's apple rolled and his voice became deeper. "He died for me."

Shi Anxia said, "The closest brother was chosen by Emperor Heng as a study partner, but he was the only one left out. Do you think he hated Cen Mian's good luck, or Emperor Heng's blindness?" She paused, "Or did he hate the enemy who took his brother away?"

Those who should have died did not die, but those who should not have died did die.

Who should I ask for this account?

Cen Yuan said nothing. He was not good at reading people's minds.

"Besides," Shi Anxia suddenly leaned forward, "how did my husband survive as Cen Mian, and how did he get exposed later?"

Emperor Yong had many sons, and he might be able to tell what each one looked like, but how could he detect the details?

If the flaw had not been discovered by someone very familiar with the matter, how could Cen Yuan have been seriously injured and fled to the North Wing?

Cen Yuan was confused, "Do you mean that Cen Che poisoned me?"

Shi Anxia shook her head. "I have no conclusion. I'm just thinking about every possibility."

After all, there is no evidence.

Cen Yuan remained silent, his mind flashing with the image of the young man who brought an umbrella to Cen Mian in the rain, and the young man who waited outside the palace gate for several hours on a snowy day.

Every time the palace gate opened, the young man would come forward and shout, "Fourth brother! You finally came out!"

When he saw that it was Emperor Heng who left the palace wearing Cen Mian's clothes, a look of disappointment flashed across his face, and then he put on a respectful look.

Cen Yuan thought about this and suddenly understood, "Xia'er, you are right. Cen Che hates me..."

In the middle of the river, another boat was also moving slowly.

In the cabin, Cen Che lay on the couch, unable to fall asleep.

A voice echoed in his mind, "Che'er, take the inkstone given by the emperor and use it."

"Che'er, the emperor gave me some silver, you can use it."

"Che'er, the emperor is going to Xiading Mountain tomorrow, you can go with him. I'll tell him, and he'll agree."

"Che'er, don't go against big brother. It's no good. If you get into trouble, I won't be able to protect you."

Cen Che's ears were filled with his fourth brother's voice, and he gradually fell asleep.

In the dream, the young man was wearing an imperial robe and standing under peach blossoms.

With just one glance, he could tell that the man wearing the imperial robe was not Emperor Heng. He ran over with a smile and said, "Fourth brother, if you wear this, you'll get beheaded."

Cen Mian smiled, "Do I look like the emperor to you?"

"Similar." Cen Che said proudly, "But I can still tell them apart at a glance."

Cen Mian rubbed his head and said, "Don't tell anyone, this is a secret."

Cen Che, however, always felt that it was not a good thing for his fourth brother to wear the dragon robe. He pulled his hand and begged him to take it off. "It will bring bad luck! I heard that ordinary people cannot bear the majesty of the emperor. Wearing the dragon robe carelessly will shorten your life."

Cen Mian didn't believe it. "Where did you hear that nonsense? The emperor asked me to wear it. I will stay in the palace tonight, and the emperor will stay in my room. You must not reveal the truth."

Cen Che was unhappy, but he didn't say anything.

In the dream, the scene changed and flames shot up into the sky.

Emperor Heng's palace was reduced to ashes.

Cen Che woke up from his dream with tears all over his face.

He sat up, his chest heaving violently.

The maid Simian came over to light the candle and poured a cup of hot tea for him, "Master, you are having a nightmare again."

Cen Che finished a whole cup of hot tea, but he still felt thirsty. The fire in his dream seemed to have melted him.

He buried his head in his hands and muttered, "I told you, wearing that kind of clothes will shorten your life, but you didn't listen."

Simian was already used to it and patted him on the back.

Cen Che's tears dripped through his fingers, "It's all right now, he's dead too. He deserved to die! Fourth brother died for him!"

The next day, Cen Che returned to being the gentle and elegant gentleman he once was.

With the title of the young master of Xie family, he went to the official carriage and horse shop in Gongcheng to rent a carriage, and happened to meet Shi Chengyi who also came to rent a carriage.

The shopkeeper said to Shi Chengyi in great embarrassment, "It's snowing heavily now, and boats can't pass through. Everyone has switched from water to land. All the carriages in the carriage and horse company have been sent out."

He pointed at Cen Che and said, "Mr. Xie has bought all the remaining carriages. Why don't you ask him to allocate a few to you?"