Her Highness Doesn’t Want to Work Hard Anymore

Listening to Li Ji's tone, it seems that he knows this person.

Hua Manman couldn't help but look at him.

"How do you know it's a pseudonym?"

Li Ji tapped on the word Wu Zimu with his fingertips: "Zi and Mu together form the character Li, and the current sage happens to be ranked fifth."

Hua Manman was dumbfounded.

She slowly opened her eyes wide and asked in disbelief.

"You mean, this Wu Zimu is a saint today?"

Li Ji responded softly: "Yes."

Hua Manman still thinks this incident is too coincidental.

"Not to mention why the sage ordered someone to assassinate me, just saying that the name is too directional.

The saint is not stupid, how could he leave such obvious clues?

Could it be that someone is deliberately misleading us? "

Li Ji also thought so at the beginning, so he asked Princess Anshun if anyone had exchanged this contract?

But the answer is no.

More importantly, the handwriting of Wu Zimu's inscription is very familiar, which reminds Li Ji of a person.

A man buried in his memory for years.

He looked at the basket on the deed, and said slowly.

"This handwriting is very similar to my father."

Hua Manman looked at a loss.

Li Ji remembered that she had lost her memory, so she took the initiative to explain.

"My father is Duke Zhen, who died in the battle at Ghost Wind Castle eleven years ago."

It is impossible for the dead to be resurrected, let alone sign a contract.

Unless Zhen Guogong is not dead, or someone is deliberately imitating his handwriting.

Hua Manman looked at the other party: "Can you be sure that this is written by the Duke himself?"

Li Ji sighed softly: "I can't."

This handwriting only looks a bit like Zhen Guogong, but the details are slightly different.

The possibility of deliberate imitation cannot be ruled out.

Hua Manman: "There is still too little evidence."

Li Ji nodded: "Yes."

It is impossible to make an accurate judgment based on only one inscription.

At this time, not only the current sage is involved, but also the long-deceased Lord Zhen Guo.

These two people are inextricably linked.

As a result, he was unable to think about this matter from a completely objective standpoint.

That's why he brought the portrait and the deed to find Manman, wanting to hear Manman's opinion on this matter.

Hua Manman thought for a moment, then analyzed seriously.

"Now there are two hypotheses."

She casually picked up a fried peanut from the fruit plate and gently placed it on the table.

"Assumption 1, the inscription on this contract was written by Zhen Guogong himself.

Duke Zhen is your own father, so he shouldn't deliberately mislead you.

Then it is likely that Duke Zhen is reminding you.

The real culprit behind the instigation of Li Qi to send killers to kill me and King Qing's son is the current saint. "

Hua Manman picked up the second fried peanut and put it on the other side.

"Assumption two, the inscription on the deed was not written by Zhen Guogong.

That means someone is deliberately imitating Zhen Guogong's handwriting.

Its purpose is nothing more than to get your attention, and then point the finger at the saint of today. "

Having said that, Hua Manman put the two peanuts together, looked up at the man sitting in front of him, and said softly.

"No matter what kind of result it is, in the end it is inseparable from today's saints."

Li Ji squeezed a peanut from her hand.

With a little force, the peanut shell snapped open, revealing the red peanut kernels inside.

"Looks like I have to go to the palace."

What he said about entering the palace was not entering the new palace in Tianjing, but entering the old palace in Shangjing.

That afternoon, Li Ji rode back to Shangjing.

He went straight into the palace.

Most of them have been moved to the new palace.

Those who are still in the old palace today have either made mistakes or followed the emperor faithfully.

In short, the number is very small, the sparse few people look very depressed,

The place that was once burned by fire has not been repaired, and weeds have grown, adding to the desolation.

Li Ji rode his horse all the way to the gate of Hanzhang Hall.

He casually threw the reins to the eunuch next to him, strode into the hall with long legs.

The emperor has been paralyzed in bed for six years.

His physical condition is not as good as before, and his appearance is much older. There are even strands of white hair growing on his sideburns, his cheeks are slightly sunken, and the nasolabial folds at the corners of his mouth are very deep.

The hall was filled with a bitter medicinal smell.

The palace people acted cautiously and did not dare to make a sound.

This caused the entire Hanzhang Palace to be lifeless and very depressing.

Hearing the voices of those outside greeting the regent, the emperor turned his head and looked in the direction of the door.

After a while, the door was pushed open and sunlight came in.

Li Ji stepped over the threshold, stepped on the sun-shining ground, and appeared in front of the emperor.

"My humble minister pays homage to His Majesty."

Looking at his tall and straight figure and his handsome young face, the emperor felt very uncomfortable.

The junior who used to only look up to him has grown into an adult now, but he has become a cripple who is paralyzed in bed.

Now it was his turn to look up at others.

The emperor made a hoarse voice.

"Why do you have time to come here? I thought you all moved to the new palace, and you will never come back."

Without being greeted by the other party, Li Ji calmly sat down on the low couch opposite the bed.

There is a distance between the two sides.

Li Ji looked into each other's eyes and said slowly.

"Weichen is investigating a case recently.

Someone poisoned Prince Qing's food and sent assassins to assassinate Prince Yu.

Weichen followed the clues to find the son of Zheng Wang, and through the son of Zheng Wang, he found Jucai Gambling House. "

The emperor's face was pale: "What are you telling me about this?"

Li Ji: "This king discovered that the owner behind Jucai Casino is a man named Wu Zimu. I wonder if Your Majesty has heard of this person?"

When he heard the name Wu Zimu, the expression on the emperor's face changed slightly.

Then Li Ji heard the voice in the emperor's heart——

"When I sent someone to rent the house and open a gambling house, the name of that person was Zhang Jucai, how could he become Wu Zimu?

Wait, the name Wu Zimu sounds familiar, I seem to have heard it somewhere..."

The emperor was lost in thought.

In the past, his memory was very good, even if it was a small matter many years ago, he could remember it clearly.

But now that he is trapped on this bed, not only his physical condition has deteriorated a lot, but his mind has also become less useful than before.

After a long time, he vaguely remembered,

More than 30 years ago, he was just a child at that time, and he went out to play with his elder brother who was the prince at that time.

They travel in micro-services, in order to hide their identities conveniently, the prince's elder brother proposed to use an alias.

Since the emperor ranked fifth among his brothers, the elder brother named him Wu Zimu.

Those deliberately forgotten images resurfaced in the emperor's mind.

His eyes became slack, and he whispered softly.

"Wu Zimu, Wu Zimu..."

Time flies, time flies.

I haven't heard the name mentioned for many years.

So much so that he almost forgot.

Wu Zimu is him.