When Xunjiu'er stepped forward, Qin Jiaoxi was already nodding obediently: "Okay, Xi'er will listen to daddy!"
It looks so sweet, with a hint of soft and coquettish look.
So much so that Xunjiu suddenly felt that this girl was just a ten-year-old child. Was it too much to calculate her in such a way?
As a result, Qin Jiaoxi said in a sweet voice: "Hey, sister is here! Yesterday, sister advised Xi'er to be careful and not agree to go to Prime Minister Qin's Mansion to celebrate his birthday!"
Xunjiu'er could only agree: "Yes, everyone knows that they are not good-hearted!"
Qin Jiaoxi then looked at Meng Yinqin: "So, dad, yesterday my sister said that she would go to the palace today to take Xi'er's place and invite the eldest brother, the second brother, and the fourth brother to also go to the Prime Minister Qin's Mansion!"
Xunjiuer: "???"
She just made suggestions and didn’t say that she would go and ask for them herself!
But Meng Yinqin had already looked at her with relief: "I have something to do today and I have to go to the imperial capital. The important task of inviting a few princes will be left to you, Jiu'er!"
Qin Jiaoxi also blinked: "Then I'll bother Sister Jiu'er. Xi'er has to practice the piano at Shuiqin Pavilion today. When she comes back in the afternoon, she can wait for her at the gate of the palace to go back to the house with her!"
Xunjiuer: "!!!"
Well, she just wanted to take back her thought that Qin Jiaoxi was just a ten-year-old child.
…
Imperial Palace, Weiyang Hall.
Concubine Xiao Shu was counting with Aunt Zheng how many days it had been since she had seen her daughter.
"Don't you think something is wrong? Since Jiu'er woke up from an illness in the Regent's Palace, she has not been alone in the palace again."
Aunt Zheng consoled her: "But didn't I also give you a beautiful hairpin?"
Concubine Xiao Shu touched the gold and jade hairpin on her head, her brows knotted.
"It was An Ai's day. She came and gave her a hairpin and ran away in a hurry. Why was Qin Jiaoxi still waiting for her outside..."
"Mother Zheng, don't you think it's strange? When did Jiu'er and Qin Jiaoxi become so close?"
On the day of the Summer Solstice Palace Banquet, didn't she want to strangle Qin Jiaoxi to death because she robbed her of her identity as princess?
Aunt Zheng whispered: "Maybe she feels that there is nothing she can do about Princess Meng'an's identity, right?"
Concubine Xiao Shu narrowed her eyes: "This is not Jiu'er's temperament!"
I simply couldn't figure out what she was thinking.
Then when the palace servants came to report that Xunjiu'er had entered the palace, Concubine Xiao Shu became energetic and asked her servants to tidy up the palace, find the playthings they usually kept for her, and asked the kitchen to make cakes.
As a result, from the breezy morning until three o'clock in the morning, the cakes were baked twice, but Xunjiu'er had not yet arrived at Weiyang Hall.
Concubine Xiao Shu had bad thoughts in her heart for some reason.
"Mommy, the more I think about it, the more I feel that something is wrong. Jiu'er would never treat me like this!"
"In the past, when entering the palace, even if I wanted to pay my respects to the Queen Mother, she would first come to my palace to act coquettishly!"
Aunt Zheng sighed: "But today I heard that she is going to the palace of several princes. She probably has something urgent to do, so..."
Concubine Xiao Shu tightly folded the handkerchief in her hand: "No, I will go out to look for her myself!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a message from the eunuch outside: "Princess Jiu is here!"
Concubine Xiao Shu relaxed her shoulders, but her brows tightened, and she walked outside.
But I saw Xun Jiu'er howling from afar: "Mother concubine, mother concubine, Jiu'er is about to starve to death!"
Then she trotted over and threw herself into Concubine Xiao Shu's arms.
Grandma Zheng immediately breathed a huge sigh of relief.
This is indeed Xun Jiu'er's behavior. Every time she comes to Empress Shu Fei's place, she always thinks about having delicious food.
