Jiang Jingheng hadn't spoken for some years, and even now that he was in the Eastern Palace, he was still silent. Being first mother and aunt urged for a long time, he raised his head, hesitantly walked to the not far away in front of the bookcase - above there is his previous acceptance of the Crown Princess interrogation on the preparation of the four treasures of literature, and now the ink stone in the inkstone is still a little bit not dry, he flicked the purple hair dipped in the ...