Zhu Chengjin said coldly: "Isn't this clear enough?"

“…”

Nan Yan looked at him and said with a sneer: "Indeed, this ambiguous result is enough for the means used to delude people's hearts. After all, everyone knows that the year before that, in the year of Renzi, the emperor had just returned to Emperor Gao."

“…”

"Probably, everyone will think so, you also believe that I will think so - so many years ago, Emperor Gao didn't know my father's whereabouts, and he didn't take any action against him hiding in the Western Regions. Why did he 'get all the details' the second year after the emperor returned to Emperor Gao and sent troops to wipe him out?"

“…”

"It is natural for people to speak alarmistly. In addition, you use those words to deceive my heart. I am indeed easily trapped in the trap you set."

“…”

"It's the emperor. After coming back, he told Emperor Gao's whereabouts of my father."

“…”

"So, my dad was killed by him."

Zhu Chengjin looked at him coldly: "Do you have any other explanation besides this?"

Nan Yan said: "Actually, I had no other explanation at all, I almost believed it, but it just happened--"

"What happened?"

"It just happened that Duke Cheng Guo, Wu Yingqiu, who followed Emperor Gao to fight south and north,"

When talking about Wu Yingqiu, Zhu Chengjin gritted his teeth hard. Nan Yan naturally knew that he was so angry that he was so angry about Wu Yingqiu's betrayal, but he did not stop. He continued: "He loved painting. In his later years, he drew down a negotiation situation where he had participated in with Emperor Gao and hung it on the Golden Tower in the Golden Tower."

“…”

"And that painting is rare, leaving behind the appearance of my father."

“So what?”

"It happened that when Arislan, the king of Nanli of the Neng Kingdom, came to Yan Kingdom and pretended to be in friendship with the emperor, he gave the emperor a woman. Later, he was crowned Lipin. Her name was Fengshu, who was from the Western Regions. She accidentally saw a copy of the painting collected by the palace and recognized the Bo Wanghou in the painting."

Zhu Chengjin narrowed his eyes slightly and didn't say anything.

Nan Yan glanced at him: "You are not surprised."

“…”

"It seems that you really understand every move of this palace clearly."

When Zhu Chengjin heard this, he frowned slightly.

There was no refutation.

After all, from the beginning, he had too many messages. If he had to refute this time, it would seem like a joke.

So, Nanyan sneered and said, "That's what you should know, before Feng Shu was demoted, she had seen the painting at her residence in her palace and recognized the Bo Wanghou on it. She told me that she saw that person when she was wandering in the Western Regions when she was a child."

“…”

"That's what makes it interesting."

“…”

"Was she met Bo Wanghou before or after the year of Guichou?"

“…”

"If it were before that, it would only prove that Bo Wanghou, that is, the father of this palace might have died in the year of Guichou. Of course, there is still no specific evidence, because the few words in the imperial edict do not represent the facts. This is very clear to those who have been in the officialdom."

“…”

"But if she met my father, it was after the year of Guichou-"

Nan Yan stared at Zhu Chengjin's eyes coldly and said word by word: "That proves that the words in the imperial edict are just hidden from the world, and your words are all lies to deceive me."

Zhu Chengjin's face also darkened at this time.

He looked at Nan Yan and said slowly: "Then, have you got the result?"

“…”

"Since that Feng Shu is just a concubine, far below your imperial concubine's title, if you ask her, she will naturally answer you."

“…”

“What is the result?”

Nan Yan narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at him with a sneer: "You are so confident that you seem to know that the result is the one you hope for."

"What the hell is the result?"

Nan Yan looked at him with a cold face for a while, and then said, "It's a pity that when I first learned about this, I didn't care about the time issue. So I just knew that Bo Wang had been wandering in the Western Regions countries, and did not interrogate in detail. When I learned about that from you and went to ask her for questions, she was already in a state of mind in the cold palace."

“…”

"Although she is mentally ill, she also has times of awakening. I let her remember it well. How many years ago did she meet Bo Wanghou?"

“…”

"It's a pity that she couldn't tell me in person."

"oh,"

Zhu Chengjin said: "Why?"

Nan Yan sneered, "Are you still going to cover up at this time? You even know that I went to the cabinet to look for clues after I left the cold palace after I returned to Beijing. How could I not know that Feng Shu died in the cold palace and that she died of suicide."

Zhu Chengjin did not show any surprise.

He just said calmly: "What?"

Nan Yan said: "Then? Then I was naturally disappointed because she had not had time to tell me the answer before she died. But unexpectedly, when the nanny of the cold palace sorted out her relics and handed them over to me, I actually found a clue in her relics."

"Oh? What's the clue?"

"It's a rag, on which she bit her fingertips and cut out some bloody paths, like this-"

As she said, she stretched out her fingers and pulled them up on the floor. After drawing four vertical paths, a horizontal path was passed over. After Nan Yan finished drawing, she looked up at Zhu Chengjin: "This is her counting."

“…”

"In other words, after she went back, she did listen to my words and recalled when she saw Bo Wanghou, how many years had passed between them."

Zhu Chengjin said coldly: "Then, how many threads did she draw?"

Nanyan looked up at him and said, "She has drawn twenty-four bars in total."

“…”

"I still remember that the year she died was the year of Bingzi. Twenty-four years ago, it was the year of Guichou. In other words, it is possible that in the year when she met Bowang Hou, Bowang Hou had been killed by the people sent to the Western Regions by Emperor Gao."

Zhu Chengjin said: "Since there is such evidence, what are you still doubting?"

Nan Yan smiled and said, "Yes, what are I still doubting?"

“…”

"I probably just think it's a bit strange. It's strange that the last four bars on the rag are completely inconsistent with the ones drawn before, whether in terms of force or direction!"

“…”

"It looks like someone putting her finger on her after she died."
Chapter completed!