Pregnant Before the Royal Marriage

“Father, I know you care about me, but let’s focus on the important issues for now.” Jiang Ning gave Huang Ying a signal with her eyes.

Huang Ying understood and went out immediately, standing at the door to prevent anyone from barging in and overhearing their conversation.

As for Gucheng, he was squatting in a corner, eating snacks quietly, and basically blending in like air whenever he wasn’t called upon.

The father and daughter didn’t mind him being there at all.

“Father, please take a look at this.” Jiang Ning led Jiang Ruobai to the table and asked him to look at the two letters spread out on it, “Do you notice anything special about these two letters?”

Jiang Ruobai was a civil official and had won the top spot in the imperial examinations in his time, possessing extensive knowledge, and had profound insights on calligraphy and antiques. Jiang Ning’s level of expertise wasn’t even on the same level as his.

While it took Jiang Ning a long time to compare and tentatively identify the handwriting, Jiang Ruobai figured it out after just a glance.

“This is the same person’s handwriting, but the content… seems to be for different people.”

“Prime Minister Jiang is truly amazing!” Jiang Ning gave a thumbs up and showered her father with compliments, “Father, you’re a master of Chinese learning, like a person with high moral standards, great reputation, or outstanding achievements who are admired by everyone, and a leading figure in the field of calligraphy and painting…”

Jiang Ruobai laughed, “What a load of nonsense you’re saying.”

Jiang Ning held up the two letters, “Are you really, really sure that these are indeed, indeed written by the same person?”

“As long as your father’s eyes aren’t blind, I can tell at a glance!” Jiang Ruobai pulled up a chair and sat down, “Now tell me, what’s going on?”

Seeing her cautious expression, he knew there must be a situation with these two letters.

One thing Prime Minister Jiang didn’t lack was patience.

Jiang Ning then told him the source of the two letters.

Jiang Ruobai’s face remained as still as water, showing no surprise or any other expression.

Having experienced the ups and downs of the officialdom for many years, he had long since developed the ability to remain calm, even when facing a crisis.

Even understanding the deeper implications of these two letters.

“At that time, I took a few letters, and the rest were handed over to Rui’er who said she’d give them to Uncle as soon as possible. Didn’t Uncle tell you about it?”

“He’s not my son, how can he report everything to me?” Jiang Ruobai said with a smile, “Our Emperor is naturally suspicious. I am a civil servant, and your uncle is the general in command of a powerful army. If we brothers get along well, the Emperor probably won’t be able to sleep well at night.”

What Jiang Ning was worried about was precisely this point. After hesitating for a long time, she couldn’t help but say, “Father, in order to ensure the safety of our Jiang family in the future, I think one of you and Uncle must make a tactical retreat.”

“Is that necessary?”

“Yes, it must be done!” Jiang Ning hurriedly said, “In my opinion, it would be best for both you and Uncle to quit your positions, only then can the Jiang family truly be safe.”

“Seventh Sister, I understand your worries and intentions.” Jiang Ruobai smiled faintly, “However, things aren’t as simple as you think.”

“Why don’t you just resign? What’s so difficult about that?”

“It’s not difficult to resign. But, do you know how many people our Jiang family has offended over the years?”

Jiang Ning fell silent.

She had oversimplified the situation.

When the Jiang family was in power, their enemies wouldn’t dare to make a move. But once they showed any signs of losing power, they would pounce like venomous snakes, tearing the Jiang family apart until nothing was left.

Once trapped in the quagmire, it was already too late to escape.