The empress is pregnant, and the emperor's incense continues

"Humph!"

Chen Yanqing's face turned cold, and he said sarcastically: "Of course you don't know. If you knew, you wouldn't have given him a fake one."

"what?"

This time, Chen Qianmo really didn't know. He murmured, "How could it be a fake? I personally took my grandfather's calligraphy and painting from the warehouse, and my father's painting of winter plums was taken by Uncle Fu."

Thinking of this, he suddenly remembered something: "It was Uncle Fu. He gave me the painting of winter plums two or three days later. He must have asked someone to make a fake and kept the original privately. Father, it was Uncle Fu who did it. Please ask him to come over and ask. I really don't know anything about this!"

After hearing Chen Qianmo mumbling for a long time and coming to such a conclusion, Chen Yanqing and Meng Wenyao looked at each other and said nothing.

Because at the beginning, what Meng Wenyao gave away was a fake, and she took the initiative to tell Chen Yanqing.

If she admitted that it was a fake at this time, Chen Qianmo would definitely have a bad impression of her, so she smiled awkwardly at Chen Yanqing.

Chen Yanqing didn't want to dwell on this matter, otherwise if it was discovered that Meng Wen Yao had cheated, it would inevitably deepen the conflict between Chen Qianmo and Meng Wen Yao.

He said vaguely: "Forget about this matter, in the future..."

"How can I let it go? My son admits to the things he did wrong, but he will never admit to the things he did not do wrong."

Chen Qianmo was scolded and suppressed by Chen Yanqing all night. He thought he was deeply sinful. He finally found out that others were also wrong about something. It was like he had grabbed a life-saving straw. How could he let it go?

He knelt forward and said aggrievedly, "Father, I am naturally ignorant and inexperienced, but I would never do such a fraud. Let's call Uncle Fu over, and he will definitely be able to clear my son's name, father."

"Qianmo, it's too late today." Chen Yanqing still didn't want to continue this matter.

But in Chen Qianmo's eyes, Chen Yanqing just didn't trust him. He thought he was the one who made a fake and gave it to someone else, and he didn't want to expose him and embarrass him.

He shook his head violently: "Father, you don't trust me!"

Suddenly, he shouted, "Madame Zhuang, call Uncle Fu over."

Uncle Fu was outside the study room. He only heard heated discussions inside but couldn't hear clearly what was going on.

However, he heard the shout clearly, and he immediately went up the stairs and pushed the door open.

"Sir, did you call me?"

Seeing Uncle Fu coming in, Chen Qianmo immediately pointed at him and said to Chen Yanqing, "Father, you ask."

Chen Yanqing and Meng Wenyao exchanged awkward glances again, and said helplessly: "Uncle Fu, that painting of winter plums..."

"Where is the original painting of winter plum blossoms? Why did you give me a fake one?"

Feeling that Chen Yanqing was not powerful enough, Chen Qianmo interrogated him himself. When he saw Uncle Fu kneel down in response, he said angrily, "Speak up, Father knows everything. If you tell the truth, I can give you a lighter punishment because you have served me for many years. If you don't say anything, I will bring people to your house to look for you."

Uncle Fu looked up in horror. He had been embezzling money for many years, but this was the first time he was directly accused without any evidence. He really couldn't understand what went wrong.

But when I saw Chen Qianmo's determined look, I knew that the matter must have been exposed.

He lowered his head in shame and said, "I was confused for a moment. The original painting is at my home. I will go get it right away."

Chen Qianmo looked at Chen Yanqing with a relieved look and said happily, "Father, it really wasn't me."

Chen Yanqing was silent. He turned to look at Meng Wenyao and saw the same doubt in the other's eyes.

The only possibility now is that Uncle Fu didn't know that what he had was a fake, so he made another fake for Chen Qianmo, which led to this misunderstanding.

But it just so happens that if we take the fake back from Uncle Fu and put it back in the warehouse, that can also reasonably explain the authentic works in the warehouse.

"Okay, go get it."

"Wait!" Meng Wen Yao stopped him.

She had been looking at the account books these days and it was not difficult to find that Uncle Fu, as the housekeeper, had not put down much. She once thought that Uncle Fu was very capable, so she had to slowly find out his flaws.

Now it seems that Uncle Fu's means are so underground that he dares to take the things from the Chen Mansion directly back to his own home. Did he do this often in the past? Are there still many things from the Chen Mansion in his home?

Why not take advantage of today's calligraphy and painting to get rid of the past events?

"Lord, it's already dark outside. Uncle Fu is old. It would be bad if he falls down while going back and forth. It's better to find a younger person to help him."

Uncle Fu knew how many shameful things there were in his house. How could he dare to let others pass by? He said nervously: "Although I am old, my legs and feet are still very agile. Besides, my home is in the alley behind the mansion. It's close, and I will be back soon."

"That being said, Uncle Fu's mood has been quite a bit fluctuating today, so it's inevitable that he was restless and couldn't see clearly where he was walking. Elder, you should ask someone else to go back and get it."

Meng Wenyao pressed on step by step, making Uncle Fu furious. He sneered, "Madam wants someone else to go. Are you going to bring people to confiscate the old slave's house?"

Is this because he has run out of tricks and can no longer pretend?

Meng Wenyao chuckled: "Why, no one else can go to Uncle Fu's house?"

She turned to look at Chen Yanqing and asked in confusion, "Lord, I looked at the account book recently and found so many mistakes and omissions. I was wondering why this happened. Now I understand. I'm afraid that all the things went to Uncle Fu's house."

Uncle Fu's face turned red because of Meng Wenyao's anger. He said angrily, "You are slandering me. I have served the Grand Tutor for half my life and the Young Master for more than ten years. I cannot let you slander me just because you have just entered the family for a few days."

"Oh~" Meng Wenyao didn't care about Uncle Fu's mood at all. She smiled and said, "It is precisely because you have served the young master for more than ten years that the young master knows your character. When the fake Winter Plum Painting was revealed, he immediately knew that the original was hidden by you. It can be seen that the young master knows your character very well."

"I, I'm not~"

Chen Qianmo's explanation was a bit dry. He had clearly judged based on the time that it was Uncle Fu who did it. But after Meng Wenyao said that, it seemed as if he had never trusted Uncle Fu's character.

"Uncle Fu, since you think there is nothing wrong with you, just let someone come to check. Why do you keep preventing others from coming to your house? "

Seeing that he could not find an excuse, Uncle Fu said incoherently: "My daughter-in-law is at home, and someone came to search her house in the middle of the night. Wouldn't her reputation be ruined?"

"Haha~"

Meng Wenyao said with a smile: "Uncle Fu, you are really old. Your daughter-in-law is on duty at home tonight, and your son is also on duty at home. You only have a wife in her fifties at home. Can the people in the mansion who go to look for something have any bad intentions towards your wife who is over fifty years old?"

"Uncle Fu, do you think the people in your mansion have good character? Who do you think has a reliable character? How about we send him to look for the painting?"