“Prince, you are still young after all, there are too many things you cannot see clearly.” Emperor Beili said solemnly.

No one in court knows how to pretend, any grief-stricken act is just an act!

Sang Qi pondered.

“Your Majesty, Master Zhan has arrived.”

“Let him in.”

Not long after, Zhan Yi entered the imperial study room with white hair and simple clothes.

“Zhan Yi meets the Emperor.”

Zhan Yi knelt down and saluted. There was silence above his head, and he did not dare to move.

After about a few minutes, a deep voice sounded in my ears.

“Zhan Yi, how is your granddaughter doing?”

Zhan Yi was stunned for a moment, then he came to his senses and said: “Your Majesty, Zhan Chi has never gotten married, so how could the Zhan family have a granddaughter?”

“Oh, Zhan Yi, you have completely forgotten about that child in just ten years?” Emperor Beili said again.

After hearing this, Zhan Chi realized who Emperor Beili was talking about. He raised his head and his eyes were filled with shock: “Your Majesty, that child has been dead for ten years.”

“Ten years, a good ten years, Zhan Yi, don’t tell me, you don’t know she is still alive.” Emperor Beili stared at him with his sharp eyes.

Zhan Yi was stunned again, and then his eyes showed a dark color of shock and joy, and his eye circles turned red for a moment. His voice trembled and he couldn’t believe it: “What did you say, Your Majesty?”

Emperor Beili didn’t answer and stared at Zhan Yi.

“Your Majesty, what did you just say?” Zhan Yi was anxious and moved forward on his knees, as if he wanted to hear more clearly.

Emperor Beili caught his expression in his eyes and raised his hand slightly: “Show him the letter.”

Hearing this, Zhan Yi turned to look at the people present: “What letter? Who wrote it…”

Sang Qi stood up and handed over the letter in his hand.

Zhan Yi grabbed the letter and saw its contents. He couldn’t hold back the tears of excitement and his voice choked with sobs: “She’s still alive, she’s still alive, Your Highness, she’s still alive…”

At this moment, Zhan Yi cried with joy. After ten years of waiting, he finally received the confirmed news.

His granddaughter is back and is in Dayu City.

Prime Minister Gao and his party stared at Zhan Yi crying while holding the letter, and they couldn’t help but feel suspicious. Did he really not know?

“Your Majesty, she’s back. Look, she’s back.” Zhan Yi was so happy that he was so excited that he forgot that people’s joys and sorrows are never the same.

Emperor Beili frowned, Lao Gao: “You really don’t know?”

The deep voice brought Zhan Yi back to reality. He held the letter and raised his sleeves to wipe his tears. His voice was hoarse: “Your Majesty, she lay in the General’s Mansion for two days. The Emperor also sent people to check her several times. When she left the city, The body was taken away by Taoists on the street. My wife was so distraught that she became ill. Crazy old man Gu can no longer recognize her. How did we know she was still alive?”

When Emperor Beili thought of Mr. Gu, he had indeed gone crazy since that year. Did he really not know? He still didn’t believe it.

“If you hadn’t known in advance, Gu Shuo, Zhan Chi, Chen Rentian, Qian Fanji, how could the Eighth Princes have gathered in Dayu City together?” Prime Minister Gao didn’t believe it at all.

“Gu Shuo and Nanyuan are doing business. Mr. Chen has been living in seclusion in Dayu City for these years. They get together every year. What’s so strange about it? As for why the eighth prince is in Dayu City, I can’t wait until the eighth prince comes back to ask him. Got it.” Zhan Yi said coldly.

Prime Minister Gao suddenly choked and snorted angrily.

“Father, my son and I didn’t know about this. It’s probably a coincidence that we all gathered in Dayu City.” Sang Qi said.

“Are there so many coincidences in the world?” Prime Minister Gao murmured coldly. (End of this chapter)