Jiang Yi suddenly laughed again, "Why are you looking at me like that, Cousin? Surely you're not suspecting me, are you! If you say such things, the whole court would take it as a joke."
Prince Gaoliang, having had his brain damaged when young, hasn't even visited his vassal territory in years, staying in the Capital City instead. He holds the nominal position of Minister of Rites, but it's really just a title. The Heir of Prince Gaoliang, Jiang Yi, is known for his playful idleness, growing up in the palace, always near the Emperor, yet has never accomplished anything.
"I was just joking earlier, no need to be nervous, Cousin Yi." Jiang Shaohua smiled faintly, "What we do is watched by the Heavens. As long as one's conduct is upright, there's nothing to fear."
Jiang Yi sighed with relief, grinning, "You're right, Cousin. I, Jiang Yi, may not have many strengths, but I still possess the virtues of earnestness and sincerity."
Jiang Shaohua smiled and continued to ride forward.
