Judging from the past interactions between the two, it seems that this is true.

"When did you owe you money when will you open your eyes?" He withdrew his eyes, picked up the brush, and focused on painting again.

"Your Highness may not remember it, but I have many things broken by you. It is converted into silver. Even if it is not much, it will count."

"It's just some small things that are insignificant..." He glanced at her, gritted his teeth, and did not continue, as if he focused his attention on the painting, and her whole body was treated as air.

"Your Highness specially asked someone to stop me, but what important things should I give you? If not, I will go back to my house first."

Chen Biyue looked at Pingjing, but she felt a little nervous. She had just come out of Tongbo's shop and met someone sent by Shao Yan. It turned out that she had something to look for her, and she almost thought that Tongbo's affairs had been exposed.

"What's the hurry, stay tuned?" He drew a few strokes of the pen in his hand, and then stretched his brows, and continued, "Other girls like to visit rouge and water bowls or piano shops, but you are different from them, and you are focused on the medicine shop."

With Qifeng by her side, it is not surprising that Shao Yan will know her whereabouts. She often ran to the medicine market some time ago, and she did not think about hiding Qifeng. For Shao Yan, being honest is the best way not to provoke his uncertain temperament.

"I have always liked to fiddle with herbs. Fengshuizhou is a barren land after all, and the variety and quality of herbs are far less than that of Yong'an City."

"Most of the medicinal materials in Yong'an City are transported from various prefectures and counties, and some are exchanged for transactions with foreign investors, so they are naturally rich." Shao Yan finally hooked up the last stroke and put the pen down, like a greeting of his favorite snowball, and let Chen Biyue pass by in a faint tone with a commanding tone.

She glanced at him and stood still, "It's already late. If you have anything to do, please give me orders."

"If you don't do what you mean by the Lone, don't think of leaving the palace tonight."

Chen Biyue pursed her lips and walked over. When she saw the person on the painting, she was slightly stunned.

"Is this a handprint painting?" She was a little surprised.

The person in the painting was slightly bent down and drawing something on the table. His eyebrows were frowning, his watery eyes were slightly drooping, and his expression was a little careless. He was painting exactly what she looked like, and his clothes were the same as those at the flower-wrapped poetry meeting. He was simple and dignified, elegant and lively, and some of the regular dresses, but it was easy to make people unable to take their eyes off.

But what surprised Chen Biyue was not because he drew her, but because his painting technique was exactly the same as her daily handprint drawing method.

"It's not a handprint painting, it's just a description." Shao Yan took a step back and left some place for her so that she wouldn't stand too crowded.

"Impossible!" She rejected it all at once, staring at every part of the painting, and looked carefully, "If it weren't for the handprints, on the edge of the painting, and the color of the characters in the painting, it would not have been possible to achieve such an effect."

"Don't believe that I can do it?" Shao Yan raised his eyebrows and his eyes quickly fell on her veil. Because he leaned forward slightly, the veil also sagged, revealing the outline of her curly jaw.

"It's hard." She straightened up and her veil completely covered half of her face again, "So what's the reason why your highness showed me the painting?"

"In your opinion, does everything that I do must be justified?"

Chen Biyue didn't answer, and the answer was certain. At least she had experienced and understood the rules, and it was all like this.

"What about this?" He suddenly reached out and pinned the back of her head. Before she could react, she pressed her whole face in front of her, separated the breathing of the two of them through a veil, but the distance was too close, so close that she could see clearly the self in each other's eyes.

"Why do you think Lone does this?"

She looked straight into his eyes without any hesitation, but her lips under the veil were pursed uncomfortably, "Your Highness's mind is deeper than any woman's family, I can't guess."

Before he finished speaking, his big palm suddenly exerted force. She was startled and subconsciously reached out to his chest, but he just turned his head and leaned close to her ears, almost touching her cheeks with a veil.

"You are a girl's family, and you don't understand what a man means?" He chuckled in her ears, his voice was low and with a seductive hoarseness. She trembled unconsciously, pushed it away quickly, and took a big step back.

"I'm not your maid in your house, I can still touch you when talking."

"Don't underestimate the men in Yong'an City. No matter which one they are, whether they are from Shen Mansion or outside the Mansion, if you relax your vigilance, they will sooner or later be eaten alive by them. Even if they don't die, they will peel off the skin. Don't say that they didn't give you advice at that time." Shao Yan put his hands into his sleeves and said lightly.

"Your Highness doesn't need to remind you so carefully. I have a sense of my own."

Regarding the problem between men and women, she has not yet fallen to the point where she needs the person who does not know the wind and moon and does not distinguish between men and women to teach her a lesson. Chen Biyue's eyes fell on the painting on the desk again, and the uneasy ambiguous atmosphere condensed between the two people instantly dissipated.

Shao Yan gently pressed his palm on the corner of the case, "At the flower-wrapped poem meeting, the handprint painting can be the evidence of your murder of the eldest princess, and it can also be a powerful evidence of your escape from the crime."

Chen Biyue couldn't help frowning, unable to figure out what trick he was playing. She had already remembered every move he made at the poetry meeting and kept thinking about it, but she still couldn't guess what he wanted to do that day.

Shao Yan didn't keep it in a silence anymore, "Your Majesty has found out that the eldest princess was indeed poisoned after drinking the Baixiang Pour. Cai Yuan would die because she tried tea for the eldest princess. However, she drank a small amount and the toxicity of the Risheng did not penetrate so quickly, so it would attack after the eldest princess."

"What does this have to do with handprint painting?"

"The petals that make the fragrance soup were poisoned. The only possibility is Caiyuan who has contacted the petals and the people who have met Caiyuan. No matter who meets Caiyuan that day, they will become the target of suspicion."

Chen Biyue narrowed her eyebrows. In his words, it was not someone who framed her at all, but she happened to become the one who was framed?

Shao Yan said lightly: "Risheng poison looks ordinary, but it is a little special. It can not only occur alone, but also match other drugs and cause toxicity at any time."

"If the eldest princess's poisonous hair was manipulated, then the man must be in Qinglan Villa at that time. Since Your Highness had reacted at that time, did he find any suspicious person?"

"Your Majesty has come here, do you think they will be foolish and stay away? Maybe they really planned to stay and watch the fun at the beginning, but they didn't expect that Your Majesty would suddenly go to the poetry meeting."

In other words, if the other party escapes, it will not be so easy to investigate again.

"Does the drugs that induce the Risheng attack hide in the pigments we paint?" Shao Yan said so clearly, and naturally she quickly connected everything, but she still couldn't figure it out, how could they be sure that they would use pigments.

Shao Yan seemed to see through her doubts and affirmed her guess.

"The poetry meeting will be compared to poetry, painting, piano and chess every time. Although the eldest princess has been able to hold the poetry meeting again after a long time, it is His Majesty's order. She is not on top of her mind, but she will only follow the old rules. Those people act cautiously, not just putting their bets on the painting. Even if they don't compare paintings that day, she will eventually be poisoned by the rising numbers, unless someone knows it in advance."

"There are all my hands reaching the royal family, and these people are really brave." Things always happen so coincidental that no one wants to harm her, but those unlucky things will still come to her.

Chen Biyue thought, her expression suddenly changed and she turned around and was about to leave. Shao Yan hurriedly grabbed her.

"What are you doing? I'll say..."

"Chen Bici is in danger, and those people are afraid that they will kill her and silence her."

After Shao Yan's explanation, she roughly understood what the other party was doing. If they made up their minds to find a scapegoat, they would definitely put her in a state of inability to turn over.

Cai Yuan saw not only her, but also Chen Bici. Although they were all sisters from the same family, after interrogating the two of them, they could immediately determine whether they were suspected of poisoning the eldest princess. Cai Yuan saw her before she was unconscious, and she had encountered someone mixed with drug pigments. By such a coincidence, the other party would never miss this good opportunity to frame her.

Cai Yuan has no evidence of death, and only she and Shen Bici are the breakthrough points. Once Chen Bici dies, she is the only insider and the only person with suspicion. She is very likely to choose to kill and silence her to cover up her evidence of guilt.

"She traveled between Beishan Girls' Courtyard and Chen Mansion. Chen Bihuan was still with her on the way. The other party still couldn't find a chance to start, but time didn't wait for anyone. She should find an opportunity to start her in the past two days." Shao Yan let go of his hand, no longer stopped her, and slowly rolled up the painting that had already been dry on the table.

Chen Biyue was not in a hurry to go back. There were many things she had to think about before making a decision. Her eyes turned and saw his actions, "What are you doing with this?"

"I finally drew this one, but it's a pity to throw it away." He slowly tied the rolled up painting with a thin rope, and then inserted it into the microphone casually, without seeing the regret at all.

"The little one rarely paints portraits. Since you have painted them, there is no reason to waste them. Also, although your skin is well born, it is difficult to guarantee that there will be no better one than you. If you can allow you to enter the painting, you should feel grateful."

Chen Biyue didn't forget that Shao Yan also drew a erotic portrait of her. He couldn't help but smile coldly, "Your Highness is so intriguing, it's a pity for me to draw. It's better to keep the interest and draw those beauties that are fascinating to the whole country, so as not to feel disgusted with the paintings. In the end, he had to count all the mistakes on my head."

"I can't draw alone, who else can draw? Your elder brother Chen Tingxuan? That romantic brat in Jiang Liao? Or the fiancé who has married a baby?"

"No matter which one is, it has nothing to do with Your Highness. If you have this time to worry about my affairs, it is better to worry more about your body and not fall down before the big thing is accomplished."

Shao Yan tapped the desk with a finger, completely ignoring her words, and said to himself: "Count it carefully, you have been back for so many men. Meng Ru, the number one beauty in Yong'an back then, was just like this."

Chen Biyue glanced at him, unable to figure out whether he was praising her or mocking her. No matter which one it was, it was not a good thing.

"Duke Fengguo has sent someone to serve you. You'd better be on guard against them during this period." Shao Yan said.

"Why?"

"I want you to find someone, but I just want you to find him in person. I can't let you know. The same is true for the Meng family, and I can't disclose any of them."

"Who is looking for?" Chen Biyue had no objection after hearing this. Unless she was interested, she would avoid the people sent by Mr. Meng on her daily life.

Shao Yan did not speak, but wrote a name directly on the paper.

Chen Biyue glanced at it and asked, "Is this the only name?"

"Gu cannot find this person in person, so you can only let him go. After finding him, remember not to mention Gu, just introduce him to Yong'an." Shao Yan then told her where the person was.

She recited the man's name and address several times in her mind and wrote it down.

When Gan Ling returned to Fuling Villa from Mrs. Gan, it was already time to eat. The maid came over and reported that Chen Zhi would go back to the house for lunch today.

It happened that Tangdi Academy and Beishan Girls' Courtyard were also resting today. Chen Tingjun and Shen Bihuan were both in the mansion, so they hurriedly invited them to come and have dinner together.

"Didn't you encounter something good?" Chen Bihuan saw Gan Ling, and found that there was obvious ease and a faint joy on the corners of her eyes and eyebrows.

"It's rare to have a meal with you two siblings, so I'm naturally happy." Gan Ling smiled and pulled them down.

Seeing that the food was not served on the table, Chen Bihuan guessed that she had to wait for someone else. She couldn't help but shake her head and said, "I'm afraid that my mother is not happy to see us, but that her father is having dinner with her."

Chen Zhi has been very busy recently. He used to spend breakfast with Gan Ling, but now he doesn’t even have time to eat breakfast. Sometimes he doesn’t even go back to the mansion and stays in the study all night. Gan Ling was touched by Chen Bihuan and his smile could no longer be covered.

"You two haven't eaten with him for a long time, and today is rare."

The mother and daughter were talking, but Chen Ting had nothing to say, so he sat aside and listened quietly.

Chen Zhi came back soon. When he saw the three people sitting in the room, the grim expression on his face was slightly relieved, but there was still a look of fatigue between his eyebrows and eyes.

"How did you three get together today?"

Gan Ling stepped forward and took off his coat, "I specially called Sister Huan and Brother Jun to have dinner. I happened to meet my husband who was free today. I guess he hasn't had a good meal with his two children for a long time."

When Chen Zhi was busy, he was easy to ignore the people around him. After hearing what Gan Ling said, Chen Bihuan and Shen Tingjun seemed to have lost weight compared to what he saw not long ago, and he couldn't help feeling a little guilty.

"Since you want to have a meal, why don't you ask someone to serve the food quickly." Chen Zhi sat down in the empty seat next to Shen Tingjun.

"Are you afraid that your husband will come back late, and the food will be cold for a long time." Gan Ling couldn't help but smile on her face, and she quickly brought the food to her.

Like Gan Ling before, Chen Zhi asked about the recent situation of the two people. He was quite relaxed when talking to Shen Bihuan. When he arrived at Chen Tingjun, he became a little serious. Chen Tingjun became a little nervous and couldn't help but straighten his body.

After lunch, Chen Zhi left in a hurry. Chen Tingjun followed him and left. Chen Bihuan stayed and said a few words to Gan Ling, and then went back to his yard.

"What's the trouble with the girl?" Dianxiang couldn't help asking when Chen Bihuan was silent all the way and was still trance when there was no one.

"It's nothing." Chen Bihuan said lightly. It seemed that nothing was strange. Dianxiang thought she was too careful, so she didn't ask anymore.

Chen Bihuan returned to the room, lighted incense and Luo Ning guarded outside.

When I lay on the bed and closed my eyes, I couldn't help but think of what happened on the day of the Poetry Festival. The man said he wanted to give her a reward, which might be a whim and regretted it later, or I forgot, no matter which one it was, it was something I didn't care about, otherwise how could there be no sign of it until now.
To be continued...