Yan Jingtai stared at the hairpin with a look of surprise, frowned and thoughtfully, "Why did Princess Mu Nan give you such a precious meeting gift?"

Yan Jingtai looked at Yan Zhujun for a long time. A young girl still looked childish. It was impossible for them to be because of Muke. Their family had no power and no status, and there was nothing to be loved by Princess Mu Nan. Could it be because of her simple love?

Yan Jingtai shook her head, looking confused.

Yan Zhujun took off the hairpin and looked at it carefully. Unfortunately, the vision in the car was dim, so she could only look at it. "Brother, this hairpin is nothing special. Although I have never seen any jade, it can be seen that the material of this jade hairpin cannot be said to be very good. At least our family can afford it, especially because it has a different meaning to Princess Mu Nan."

Yan Zhujun really couldn't figure out why Princess Munan wanted to give her such a thing. After thinking about it, she felt that her head was about to explode, so she simply gave up on her entanglement.

I just happened to have supper when I got home.

Yan Jingtai, who had not read a book all day, felt guilty and hurriedly finished the meal and returned to the study. Yan Zhujun was bored alone and simply continued to study the hairpin.

On the fifth day of Wu Qi's incident, Situ Zheng and Shen Feilin came to the door again, but this time Yan Zhujun always felt that Situ Zheng seemed to be worried and changed his usual careless noble son.

Not to mention Yan Zhujun, even Fang Tie discovered Situ Zheng’s strangeness.

Yan Jingtai asked with concern: "Situ, what problem did you encounter?"

Situ Zheng shook his head and didn't say anything, but Shen Feilin said, "It's really a problem, but it's not him, but something happened again."

"What happened? What happened again?" Yan Jingtai had a bad premonition, and Shen Feilin's next words really fulfilled his premonition.

"The emperor is terminally ill!"

Yan Zhujun trembled, and the teacup in her hand fell to the ground, and fragments suddenly splashed.

Situ Zheng immediately stepped forward and pulled her away, frowned and said hoarsely: "Why are you so careless? Let the servants clean up quickly."

Yan Zhujun looked at the arm that was being grabbed by Situ Zheng in surprise, and quickly broke free and hid behind Yan Jingtai without any trace.

Situ Zheng realized it later and turned his head away a little embarrassedly, not daring to look at Yan Zhujun and Yan Jingtai.

Yan Jingtai was in a huge shock for a moment and did not notice the strangeness between Yan Zhujun and Situ Zheng.

"Fei Lin, did you hear this news from the palace? The emperor really..." Yan Jingtai didn't dare to continue.

Shen Feilin responded without caring, "I followed my father into the palace and saw it with my own eyes. Are you really true?"

"This is too sudden!" Yan Jingtai widened his eyes and said in disbelief.

Situ Zheng calmed down and mocked: "Nothing is impossible. What else can the eldest prince and the second prince not do for the throne? In fact, even if they were not the emperor's body, they would not last long."

How many years can an emperor who is addicted to alcohol and body hollowing out all day long? And it is better to have such an emperor than not.

Shen Feilin glanced at Situ Zheng and said to Yan Jingtai: "No one cares about Wu Qi's life or death now. Wu Taiwei is busy helping the second prince seize power, and he has no time to investigate the cause of Wu Qi's death. I'm afraid this matter will be gone. Mr. Cui has already said that classes will resume tomorrow, so don't be late."

"Thank you for your special trip. I know. It will be over early tomorrow." Yan Jingtai said sincerely.

Chen Feilin couldn't hold on for a moment, and looked at Situ Zheng, looking like he wanted to speak but stopped.

Yan Zhujun had calmed down at this moment. Seeing the strange atmosphere in the room, she spoke out: "Do you have something to do?"

Chen Feilin hesitated for a moment and made up his mind to ask, "Miss Yan, we want to ask how much do you know about Feng Ximing?"

"Feng Ximing?" Yan Zhujun said in surprise: "What? Did he cause trouble for you?"

Chen Feilin shook his head, it was rare for the first time he said so many things.

"We are just curious about Feng Ximing. After all, he is the young master of the hidden Feng clan. The powerful and powerful Anyang are trying to win over the target. Now that the emperor is terminally ill, the battle between the eldest prince and the second prince has entered a fierce heat. The supporters of the two in the court have become clear, and they are directly opposed with real swords and guns. At this time, Feng Ximing suddenly disappeared, and many people are asking about his whereabouts.

That day, Feng Ximing chatted with Brother Jingtai in the lobby. I thought that in less than two days, someone would come to ask for information, so I told you in advance.”

Chen Feilin's face was not changed and his heart was not beaten, and he looked serious.

The Yan Jingtai and his sister didn't doubt anything and began to seriously recall everything about Feng Ximing.

Unfortunately, the two of them realized in the end that they knew nothing about Feng Ximing, only knowing that he was the young master of the hidden Phoenix Clan.

Yan Zhujun smiled bitterly and said, "We really can't help. Feng Ximing's whereabouts are uncertain. We don't know how he came out when he met him that day. It seemed to fall from the sky. It was around us in the blink of an eye. In addition, he was pestering him, so we were in a hurry to rush forward and didn't think much about it. Later, we could only arrive in Anyang safely with his blessings, which made it even harder to pursue other people's affairs.

Maybe we know less about him than you."

Yan Zhujun's answer was as expected by Shen Feilin, because Chen Feilin did not show any disappointment.

Situ Zheng seemed to be in a much better mood. He looked at Yan Jingtai and Yan Zhujun, got up and patted his robes, and returned to his previous carelessness and said, "Since we have brought the words, we will stay soon. Anyway, Jingtai is in the academy every day from tomorrow, and those people just want to inquire. Also, girl, you should wear men's clothing from tomorrow, which can save a lot of trouble."

Yan Zhujun was stunned for a moment, then reacted and was about to thank him, but Situ Zheng and Shen Feilin had already left.

"Brother, what do you think about this today?" Before nightfall, such conversations always appeared in Yan Jingtai's study.

Most of them, Yan Zhujun asked Yan Jingtai and answered. If outsiders saw it, they would definitely be surprised, but Yan Jingtai had already gotten used to it and didn't even think anything.

"Does my little sister want to say that the emperor is terminally ill or that he will go to the academy tomorrow, or that of Feng Ximing?" Yan Jingtai put down the booklet in his hand and looked at Yan Zhujun seriously and replied.

Yan Zhujun pursed her lips and said, "Everyone, what do you think of it, brother?"
Chapter completed!