She cleaned carefully and patiently. Nanny Chen, who was watching from the side, felt a soreness in her throat for some reason and rubbed her eyes for a long time.
Before, because Wei An was not Princess Changning's biological son after all, and then Princess Changning's incident happened, she still felt that if he was not Qin Sheng's biological son, he was not Qin Sheng's, and it turned out that he could not be tamed.
But only now did she know what a true ungrateful person was.
After feeling sad, she came back to her senses. Looking at the old princess's remains, she regained the energy to think about things. She then tentatively asked Wei An, "Princess, do you think that my cousin came back this time on purpose?"
She did not directly ask Wei Yulong whether she intended to kill the old princess on purpose. After all, such words sounded too sensational.
She also didn't want to think so badly of Wei Yulong.
Wei An wiped the old princess's hands clean and put on her favorite gemstone ring. Then he asked Nanny Chen irrelevantly, "Mammy, have you found the master?"
Nanny Chen didn't react for a moment, and only realized after a moment that the master Wei An was asking about was the master of figure painting, and quickly replied: "Don't worry, it's Mr. Yu who is invited. Mr. Yu's figure painting is superb. The prince has already sent someone to invite him, and Mr. Yu will be here later."
Nowadays it is popular to draw portraits of the deceased to preserve them for posterity, but there are few people who can draw well and paint likenesses. Mr. Yu is the most famous one in the capital and has always been difficult to invite.
When he heard that it was her who was invited, the frost on Wei An's face seemed to melt a little. He said, "I understand," and then instructed Nanny Chen, "Please go and invite the prince, and tell him that I have something to say to him."
Nanny Chen quickly responded.
Soon someone came to ask Wei An to go out, saying that Prince Zheng had also arrived and was talking to Prince Zhennan in the study outside, so he asked Wei An to go over as well.
Wei An glanced at the old princess, then stood up and led Su Ping and Lan He to the study.
The Prince of Zhennan and the Prince of Zheng were talking about Wei An: "Along's timing of returning is really strange, and the people who followed him have also changed. It's very strange. An An is interrogating this matter."
King Zheng looked unhappy.
When something is abnormal, there must be something wrong.
According to the old princess's methods, it should not have happened that Wei Yulong could actually come back from Suzhou.
This is indeed too strange and weird, and what is disturbing is that there is an unclear hatred between this girl and Wei An.
When she came back, she pissed off the old princess to death, so it must be nothing good.
As he was talking, Wei An had already pushed the door open and walked in. King Zheng glanced at her and saw that her eyes were red, so he knew that she had been crying. He sighed and touched her head to comfort her, and then asked him softly, "How is the questioning going? What happened?"
"It's not that simple." Wei An sat down with King Zheng. Seeing King Zhennan looking over, he told him what he had asked. He said in a deep voice, "There must be someone behind Wei Yulong. The person who sent her back would not just do her a favor. It must have been carefully calculated."
What is the purpose of carefully calculating and sending people back
Prince Zhennan and Prince Zheng looked at each other, neither of them could figure out the connection: "So what exactly are they trying to do?"
What's the point
Wei An sneered, his eyes full of indifference: "Sometimes, some people do things without any purpose. They just want to make themselves happy and make others sad."
After hearing her say this, King Zheng immediately understood and asked, "Is it Chu Jingxing?"
Apart from this lunatic, who else would only seek his own amusement
Taken together, none of the things he did were rational; they were all acts of risking one's life.
Wei An held the cup with a cold expression and sneered, "Whether it is true or not, we will know when Tan Xi and the others come back."
Tan Xi and his friends came back in the afternoon.
He has always done things properly, and because it was related to Wei An's grandmother, he dared not be negligent. He went to make arrangements as soon as he got the news. With the help of the maid's guidance, he captured the person smoothly and brought him directly to the Prince of Zhennan's Palace.
Wei An was watching Mr. Yu drawing a portrait of the old princess. When he heard that the man had been caught, he greeted Mr. Yu and walked straight out the door to the front hall.
This Third Uncle was obviously a tough guy. His clothes were torn in several places and his face was covered with wounds. It seemed that he was captured after a fight with Tan Xi and his men.
Wei An didn't waste any more time talking to him, but just asked him coldly: "Who do you belong to? Why did you bring Wei Yulong back to the capital?"
The man didn't even raise his head, his hands were handcuffed behind his back, a rag was stuffed in his mouth, and he didn't say a word.
Tan Xi looked at him with a grudge and said to Wei An, "Girl, this guy is a ruthless character. He almost killed Wen Xiu."
Wei An immediately asked, "What about tattoos?"
"Wen Xiu is fine." Lan He quickly interrupted: "She just suffered some minor injuries. She went down to get them bandaged."
Wei An's eyebrows became even more fierce and indifferent. He took a step forward and looked at his uncle for a while before sneering, "I know even without you telling me that your master is Chu Jingxing, right?"
Uncle San’s expression remained unchanged. He looked up at Wei An with a terrifying look in his eyes.
Wei An did not back down. He smiled and said sarcastically, "Let me guess. You didn't send her back just for fun. And when she came back, she pissed off my grandmother to death. You said you could find me if there was anything wrong. So, what else could there be after my grandmother died?"
She took off a sharp hairpin from her head and gently slid it from Uncle San's brow to the corner of his mouth. She lifted his chin with interest and said in a deep voice, "Wei Yulong is just a fool. She doesn't know your purpose. Why don't you tell me why you sent her back from thousands of miles away, okay?"
Uncle San still looked at Wei An with stubborn and arrogant eyes without saying a word.
Tan Xi on the side said, "Girl, let me do it!"
If Zhao Qi were here, it would be great. Tan Xi's methods of forcing confessions were never half as good as his. Wei An felt a little regretful and shook his head at Tan Xi. Finally, he lost his patience and stretched out his hand to start from the corner of Third Uncle's mouth and use the hairpin to pick up the brow bone, leaving a shocking wound.
The wound was already torn and the flesh was exposed, which was shocking, but Wei An's expression did not change. He just reached out and threw the hairpin on the ground with a clang, and ordered Tan Xi: "Take this man away, and pay attention to whether there is anyone watching the mansion. If there is any suspicion, arrest them all."
Tan Xi agreed, but also felt a little worried: "Girl, we can't get anything out of you now, aren't we in a dead end?"
If I can't get anything out of him, wouldn't all the methods and efforts I used to catch Uncle San be in vain