In the dungeon, Hu Chao finally flashed his wolf-like eyes, "You want me to silently write out...the Crown Prince's handwriting?"

  Every word Shen Xingwen says now is so oppressive that Hu Chao can't believe it.

  Shen Xingwen curled up his lips: "As the handwritten book you've used to save your life for so many years, what's written inside, you must remember it clearly, right?" Even the kind of mood the crown prince had back then, and the sighs he wrote, Hu Chao could imitate them exactly as they were.

  Hu Chao stared at him: "What's that got to do with anything? Even if I remembered the content, I couldn't imitate the prince's handwriting."

  Forge a handwritten letter? This is a crime more heinous than murder, and yet this young man of barely twenty years old could think of it!

  Shen Xingwen said faintly: "Do you really think that the Empress Dowager can still remember what her own son, the Crown Prince who was forced to death by her own hands more than twenty years ago, wrote?"

  At first, the Crown Prince was deeply loved by Gaozong, who praised the Crown Prince for his good governance. The Empress Dowager

  She has already guessed and suspected, without any mother-son relationship, I'm afraid that even the smallest thing about the crown prince back then, she won't have any impression.

  Hu Chao said coldly: "Even if it is so, it's still taking a risk. If discovered, being executed along with the whole clan would be a light punishment."

  Shen Xingwen looked at him sideways: "You're a lone wolf, do you have nine clans?"

  Hu Chao was already used to being scolded like this, he stared at Shen Xingwen: "Once exposed, do you think you can escape?"

  The Lesser Minister of the Temple of Great Rites? How ridiculous! At that time, I'm afraid you won't even know which family's grave mound to find.

  Shen Xingwen's eyes were dim: "You only need to memorize the contents of that letter, the prince wrote these contents, every single one is true. This letter cannot be forged, nor can it be forged."

  The value of handwriting lies not in the font, but in every single content written on it.

  "Afterwards, unless Zong Chuke dares to bring out the true prince's will and show it to the world, then no one will ever question again."

  "And I dare guarantee, this life will be a good one"

  The visitor from Chu did not have the courage to bring out his real handwriting."

  Hu Chao stared at him and slowly said after a while: "What can you guarantee?"

  Shen Xingwen gently took out the prepared paper and pen, laid them flat in front of Hu Chao, his voice becoming even more drawn-out: "You just write silently, what's inside, which things aren't convenient to be written down, which people can avoid being implicated, of course... it's all up to you to decide."

  If there were ten things written in the book, Hu Chao silently wrote five of them, and what was finally presented to the world to see were only these five.

  Zong Chuke, how dare he? How dare he take out the real handwritten book of ten chapters just to deal with Hu Chao? That's too stupid, sacrificing three thousand, hurting the enemy... nothing can be hurt.

  At the gate of the Dalit Temple, there are usually three bailiffs guarding it. Today, all three people have a tense look on their faces.

  Because they could clearly see that on street corners and under the shade of trees, there were several pairs of indifferent eyes that had been staring at them since at least two days ago.

  They all knew more or less in their hearts.

  These scouts who normally kept a watchful eye on the Dalit Temple now didn't even bother to hide their tracks.

  Why? Isn't it because the current Dali Temple is weak and has no power, even the temple master who guards the town is gone?

  "The Dai Li Temple now only has a person with the surname Shen, we can completely send someone to secretly investigate." The staff member presented a plan to Zong Chuke.

  Zong Chuke cut off the flower branch at the window corner. "Even if no one is there, it's still the Dalie Temple. It's not a place where you can enter just because you want to."

  His staff's eyes sparkled: "But now a great opportunity..."

  Zong Chuke turned around and looked at his aide: "Do you know why Tian Hou lost power?"

  The attendants' faces turned pale, even if the empress became the empress dowager now, no one dared to discuss it casually.

  Zong Chuke said: "It's precisely because of complacency. Before this restoration, Your Majesty was the King of Luling for nineteen years. Do you think anyone can do it?"

  Zhong Zong's elder brother, younger brother, and sister all died, leaving only him to become Emperor Zhongzong of Tang.

  The staff officer wiped away cold sweat and lowered his head.

  Zong Chuke loosened his five fingers and let the scissors fall to the ground: "Where's Pei Tan?"

  Your Majesty demoted Pei Tan from his official position but did not allow him to return home from the palace.

  The eunuch said: "According to what the princess's people say, because Your Majesty's anger has not dissipated, Pei Tan has been kneeling outside the palace all along."

  This is going to make him kneel to death.

  Zong Chuke's eyes were cold: "Pei Tan can't hide in the palace for his whole life."

  He is now a commoner, and after leaving the palace, he has no place to stand. In other words, if a third-rank official dies, everyone will be afraid, but if a commoner dies, even if he comes from a famous family, what's the big deal?

  Zong Chuke only saw the opportunity in front of him.

  The staff's eyes flickered: "Your Excellency, are you thinking of... But the Pei family is not to be trifled with..."

  It should be said that it's unbearable, if it weren't for the Pei blood flowing through his veins, I believe Zong Chuke wouldn't have endured until now.

  It's just like casually killing a civilian woman on the street, in the past, the root

  This won't cost the life of a young master because of such a small matter.

  Zong Chuke's eyes gleamed slightly: "The main members of the Pei family from Hedong are all in Guanzhong, and as for Pei Tan, it is clear that he will not have the opportunity to return to his hometown."

  He has been dismissed from office and naturally cannot stay in Chang'an, so Pei Tan should return to the old home of the Pei family. However, Zong Chuke will not give him this opportunity now.

  "When making offerings to Heaven, all the people have to clear the streets, and all the Left Feathered Guard in the palace will be mobilized to escort. At that time, it is impossible for Pei Tan to still be waiting inside the palace."

  Pei Tan will definitely leave the palace and quietly exit from a side hall through a hidden passageway.

  Zong Chuke's foot stepped on the scissors: "I remember twenty years ago when I accompanied the Queen to worship heaven, at that time a group of little thieves made trouble, and were shot dead by the Left Guard at the time, without saying a word until death."

  "Did it cause a disturbance at that time?" The staff member asked cautiously.

  Zong Chuke's face was cold and stiff: "It's just a few dead commoners, what's the big deal."

  The staff officer shuddered and suddenly understood the sentence.

  Next month's Tiangong is not just an opportunity for one person, but also an opportunity in the eyes of many people.

  ——

  Shen Xingwen pushed open the door of the study, and in the cold air, there was no Pei Tan or Jing Yuanyuan. The Grand Temple, which had been bustling with activity just a moment before, suddenly became as quiet as a tomb.

  Actually, the Dali Temple was originally a deserted place, a prison institution, and it has always been the Yama Temple since ancient times. It wasn't until that gentle man became the abbot here that he brought a different atmosphere to this place.

  He could understand Jing Wanyu's attachment to this place. In fact, it would be more accurate to say that she was attached not to the Dali Temple itself, but because of that person.

  If he's gone, then Dali Temple will truly become an empty shell.

  Shen Xingwen suddenly felt a hint of self-mockery in his heart, and for the first time, he realized that he indeed could not replace Pei Tan and become the master here.

  I left something in the grown-up's study room.

  Before the eunuchs surrounded the yard, Jing Yuanyu actually didn't say a word. She quickly whispered this sentence in Shen Xingwen's ear.

  Then, pretending nothing had happened, she let the eunuch take her away.

  And she finally turned back and looked at Shen Xingwen with a glance, also saying so.

  Shen Xingwen slowly stepped into the study, the study was still intact, but on Pei Tan's desk, the pen and ink had obviously been moved by someone.

  Unless it was something important, even if Pei Tan had already left, Jing Wanyu would not have come to the study on her own.

  Jing Wan'er should be coming to Pei Tan's study, with paper and pen.

  On the table was a letter left for Shen Xingwen. It wasn't even a proper letter, but rather a few lines scribbled casually by Jing Wanyu.

  "I already knew, Father, why you entered the palace six years ago. It was because someone had secretly found you on the eve of that night and personally told you about the Crown Prince being forced to death and leaving a letter..."

  Six years ago on a rainy night, someone found the then Da Du Hu's Zhong Zhe Ren.

  The man brought a secret letter and spoke slowly. Zhūn Zhé was shocked by what was written in the letter and couldn't let go for a long time.

  And so the man continued to persuade Jing Zhe to enter the palace and plead his case to Empress Tian, to clear the Crown Prince's name.

  "That person told my father that after my father entered the palace to meet with the empress, he would immediately follow and enter the palace together with my father to tell the truth of what happened back then. My father was shocked by the injustice of the crown prince's death and agreed to it, but afterwards, before my father could even speak, he was forced to test the medicine by Hu Chao and then exiled to Lingnan. And that person, after seeing what happened to my father, retreated and remained silent, leaving my father to bear everything alone until today. Almost no one knows that it was actually him who instigated my father back then, and also the first to speak out about the crown prince's wrongful death."

  Shen Xingwen knew that Jing Wanyu had specifically asked him to come to the study, so there must be a sufficient reason.

  He read a few lines of the letter and couldn't help but narrow his eyes slightly, feeling a slight shock.

  He was still strange, even if Jing Yuanyu's father heard others say too much.

  The son was wrongly killed, how could he easily believe it? The crown prince was wrongly killed in such a big matter. Anyone who hears about it will subconsciously be intimidated for a while, rather than rushing into the palace at night immediately.

  Shen Xingwen furrowed his brow tightly, and Jing Wanyu continued to write: You must be thinking how my father could have rushed into the palace so hastily. My father is not a impulsive person, he was resolute in entering the palace because of the identity of the person who first approached him about this matter, which shocked him greatly. My father also believed what this person said about the crown prince being wrongly killed, and when he was exiled, he didn't even mention this matter, let alone reveal the identity of this person. My father must have thought that speaking out would be pointless, and instead wanted to protect this person's identity.

  Six years ago, Jing Waner was just ten years old and already able to recall things.

  "If it weren't for...the Emperor entering the palace on a rainy night, I might have never remembered this matter."

  The same rainy night, involving the Crown Prince of the Tang Dynasty, an astonishing turn of events over six years.

  "You must have guessed it. In the Tang Dynasty, who can casually say a few words to make my father believe him, and make him deeply convinced and enter the palace for this reason?"

  "It is now the Guanglu Temple Master, the Taizi's remains, and currently Your Majesty's nephew - Li Shouli."