imperial psychologist

Chapter 402 A Chance

Han Chong tactfully carried out his tea table from the back room without Mr. Heng Yuan giving instructions.

This thing is not heavy, but there is soup, water, bottles and cans on it, so you need to be extra careful when lifting it.

Mrs. Zhen and Mr. Heng Yuan sat kneeling on both sides of the tea table.

The eyes of the two never intersected, like some kind of tacit understanding.They looked down at the cups on the tea table. Two cups of fragrant valley tea were placed in front of them, and the boiling water steamed and simmered around them.

"Every year when I go to visit my father's grave, I see a bundle of 'victory stars' in front of his monument...is that you too?" Zhen asked softly.

Mr. Hengyuan stopped his hand slightly, and then nodded quietly.

Zhen Shi sighed lightly, but quickly regained her former composure.

"If he knows, he should... be very happy to see that you have managed His Highness' Jian'an Pavilion back then to what it is today."

"Master's teaching, I have kept it in my heart all these years." Mr. Heng Yuan replied in a low voice, "I have never dared to forget it for a moment."

Zhen Shi silently picked up the teacup, gently shook the small tea bowl under her nose, and sniffed the tea carefully again.

Then he asked straight to the point, "Why is the former emperor's Shenji camp in your hands?"

Mr. Hengyuan directly raised his sleeves to drink tea, "...you can't say it."

"Then I'll take a guess..." Mrs. Zhen smiled lightly, and only then did she raise her eyes to see Mr. Hengyuan's expression, "A few days ago I went to check the current general of the Shenji Camp, Shen Yungong... ...He should be an old man who met An Ge back then, right?"

Mr. Hengyuan put down the cup calmly, "Why are you insulting people's innocence out of thin air like this?"

"Then I must have guessed right?" Zhen looked at Mr. Heng Yuan, "The court has been suffering for a long time, Song Bozong and his son, they rebelled, and you have to call the Shenjiying to save him... even if he is not from Ange The old man will also agree to come down."

Zhen Shi paused, "What I want to know more is, how familiar is he with you? Has he reached the point of a confidant?"

Mr. Heng Yuan did not speak.

Zhen looked at him for a while, then frowned slightly and said, "It seems...very familiar?"

A bit of astonishment flashed across Mr. Hengyuan's face for a moment - Zhen's reaction was as if he had written the answer directly on his face.

He bowed his head sideways in some unbelievable way, letting the hanging black hair cover half of his side face.

"Is it so...obvious?" Mr. Hengyuan said in a low voice.

Zhen Shi also lowered her head and smiled.

Every time Ah Heng tried to hide something, the corners of his brows would twitch slightly—it's just that he was much more restrained than when he was innocent and defenseless.

But this habit...has left some traces.

Nothing has changed.

Zhen shi lowered her head and took a sip of her tea—the taste of Xianggu tea was still as unpalatable as ever.

But she has long passed the age of liking sweet crisps.

Han Chong watched this scene silently from the side, feeling a little surprised in his heart.

He had heard of some connections between the old prince's department and the old Zhen's family, but he didn't expect that Minggong, who had always been calm and prudent, became a little naive in front of Princess Gong—no, now he should be called queen.

Mrs. Zhen stopped raising her eyes, and Mr. Heng Yuan slowly turned his gaze back.

Even if the person sitting across from him was his sister Jun Ping, who he cared about every day, this feeling of being easily penetrated into his heart still made people feel uneasy.

However, there is also a little bit of joy that seems to be absent in the anxiety.

"After seeing An Ge, I can no longer keep it in your hands," Zhen put down the cup, "Since you chose to stand up at this time, you should have thought of this level long ago."

"I know..." Mr. Hengyuan smiled again, "I have already handed over most of the affairs of Jian'ange to Sister Junping. In these years, whenever the news was sent to my Qinyuan, there was also Prince Gong. One copy from the government—"

"You're lying again." Mrs. Zhen interrupted Mr. Hengyuan softly.

"I haven't." Heng Yuan-jun retorted.

"Only the first half of the sentence is not. You obviously have kept a lot of things from me." Zhen did not back down at all, but her voice was still as calm as ever, "But seriously, if I know that Minggong is you, I know these people, All these news came from Jian Ange, I would never touch these things from the beginning."

"Why don't you touch it?" Mr. Hengyuan said softly, "Sister Junping has contributed a lot to the orderliness of the pavilion all these years. Isn't this more interesting than being the wife of a coward..."

Zhen's hand holding the cup suddenly turned white, even if he didn't look her in the eyes, Mr. Heng Yuan felt a little anger.

He suddenly felt a little sad, so he raised his sleeves and drank tea again, pretending that nothing happened.

"Aside from concealing my identity, what else have I concealed from you?" Heng Yuan-jun said softly.

"What happened to the fire in Donglin Temple?" Mrs. Zhen asked in a low voice.

"You see Mrs. Lin there every month, and Bo Ling suspected that you were there again." Mr. Hengyuan's eyes were also slightly cold, "Who can guarantee that the monks in the west room did not recognize you?"

"I see Mrs. Lin there every month, does Mrs. Lin recognize me?"

Mr. Heng Yuan was silent for a moment, "...No."

"Mr. Lin didn't even recognize me—"

"I can't... take this risk." Mr. Hengyuan replied in a low voice, "I won't take you at risk."

"Okay, then why did the late emperor suddenly execute Mrs. Lin?" Mrs. Zhen asked again.

Mr. Heng Yuan suddenly understood.

It wasn't until now that he suddenly realized that he seemed to have really kept many, many things from Zhen Shi.

For example, Lin Jieyu, who lives in Chuxiu Palace, is no longer as obedient as she was two years ago - she has too many extravagant and ostentatious behaviors. She was originally a sharp sword, but later she was often in a state of out of control state.

Compared with the surly Lin Jieyu, the restrained and intelligent Bo Ling is obviously more useful.

Only at that time, Bo Ling's hands were too clean.

Those who are too clean cannot go far.

"In short... because of some reasons." Mr. Hengyuan poured tea again for Zhen Shi, very convinced, "I have no intention of keeping Ange in my hand, and I can't keep it in my hand forever."

Zhen Shi silently looked at his hand pouring tea.

This is true.

A former crown prince's remnant department is still in operation, as long as it is passed on, it will be enough evidence to kill Hengyuan Lord... His only choice is to break away from this organization and change it to another family.

But at first, the reason why he chose to reach out to himself was because of this consideration.

"You didn't ask for any of the rewards given to you." Mrs. Zhen said softly, "...what do you want?"

Mr. Heng Yuan lowered his head to drink his tea, and then put the empty cup on the table.

"I want an upright opportunity." Mr. Heng Yuan said with a pause, "It's just like what Master told me back then."

(End of this chapter)