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Cheng Hechuan stood up and saluted: "Your Highness, I have a heartfelt request."

"Say."

"If this case is investigated to the end and Chen Ning is indeed guilty, I have nothing to say. But if he is wrongly accused -"

"If he is wronged," Zhu Biao took over, "I will speak for him in front of my father. Don't worry, I'm not the kind of person who refuses to save someone."

Cheng Hechuan bowed deeply.

When we walked out of the East Palace, it was almost dark.

The setting sun dyed the entire palace golden yellow, and the glazed tiles in the distance sparkled in the sun.

Cheng Hechuan stood at the entrance of the palace and took a deep breath.

A question suddenly occurred to him.

Did Zhu Yuanzhang know that he went to the East Palace?

The answer is yes.

The Jin Yiwei were monitoring him all the time. Such a big thing as his going to the East Palace must have reached Zhu Yuanzhang's ears long ago.

What would Zhu Yuanzhang think?

A seventh-grade petty official, who had just been released from prison, ran to the prince to "present a book" in the blink of an eye.

In the eyes of others, this is forming a clique for personal gain, clinging to the prince, and seeking death.

But Cheng Hechuan was betting on another side of Zhu Yuanzhang.

Although Zhu Yuanzhang was suspicious, he was not stupid.

He knew that Cheng Hechuan went to the East Palace not to cling, but to save people.

The matter of rescuing people happened to be in line with Zhu Yuanzhang's innermost thoughts of "not wanting to kill innocent people indiscriminately".

He just gambled big.

If you lose the bet, you die.The bet is won, live.

It's that simple.

Another five days passed.

Cheng Hechuan was arguing with Song Lian in the history museum about the temple name of Emperor Yuan Shun, when Uncle Fu suddenly ran in out of breath.

"Master! Master!" Uncle Fu's face turned pale. "Someone is coming from the palace! His Majesty has summoned you to enter the palace immediately!"

The pen in Cheng Hechuan's hand fell to the ground.

Song Lian raised his head and glanced at him, a trace of worry flashed in his eyes, but he said nothing.

Cheng Hechuan took a deep breath, adjusted his official robe, and followed Uncle Fu out of the History Museum.

Standing at the door was a eunuch with a white face and no beard, wearing a blue robe and holding a whisk in his hand.

"Master Cheng," the eunuch said with a smile, "come with us."

Cheng Hechuan recognized this person. Wang An, the eunuch of Qianqing Palace, was one of the most capable people around Zhu Yuanzhang.

Wang An came to "invite" him personally, which shows that the matter is not trivial.

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