Feng Jiu'er's heart was so painful that even her voice was hoarse. Even now, she has not completely woken up from her dream.
She dreamed of Qing'er, who vomited black blood and collapsed in front of her.
In the dream, Feng Jiuer clearly saw that Qing'er still had a big belly.
She wanted to save her, but was unable to do anything. In the end, the person in her sight fell to the ground with a "pop", one dead and two dead.
"What's wrong?" Zhan Qingcheng rubbed Feng Jiuer's head again, with a gentle look in his eyes.
Maybe Zhan Qingcheng didn't know that Feng Jiuer was in a bad mood after she came back, but she didn't say anything, and the always cold and arrogant Ninth Prince wouldn't take the initiative to ask.
There was not even anyone around him who could be called upon. Zhan Qingcheng entered the palace alone, and of course he had no idea what happened in the palace that morning.
Feng Jiuer held Zhan Qingcheng's hand, put her head on his palm, and leaned on his palm.
Feeling the familiar and reassuring atmosphere, she took her head back for a while and looked at the person on the bed.
Before she could say anything, Zhan Qingcheng took a long step and sat up on the bed.
He gently picked up Feng Jiu'er, turned her back to him, and held her in his arms.
"Let's go for a walk." When the girl's breath in his arms became calmer, Zhan Qingcheng's soft voice came out.
"Yes." Feng Jiuer nodded and left in his arms.
The backyard of the Princess Palace has a rockery and flowing water on one side, and a yard full of flowers and plants on the other.
Feng Jiuer led Zhan Qingcheng to the backyard without disturbing anyone.
Slowly moving away from the majestic building behind him, the surroundings became quiet.
"What happened?" Zhan Qingcheng asked softly.
Feng Jiuer raised her eyes to look at him, lowered her head, and continued to move forward.
"Today, Jian Yi and I met a palace maid in the Imperial Garden." Feng Jiuer's inaudible voice sounded.
"She asked me to return the second emperor brother to her, and she also said that she was pregnant with the second emperor brother's flesh and blood."
With a slight sigh, Feng Jiuer continued: "I took her pulse and she is indeed pregnant."
"But I didn't want to, because she hurt me..."
Choking, Feng Jiuer stopped and wanted to sit down on the grass.
Before she could really make any move, Zhan Qingcheng stretched out his long arm and grabbed her arm.
Seeing the little girl frown, he immediately let her go, and as she sat down, he also sat down next to her.
"Injured your arm?" Zhan Qingcheng grabbed Feng Jiuer's wrist and gently lifted her cuffs.
Feng Jiuer wanted to stop him, but in the end he didn't, and even raised his arms on his own initiative.
The cuffs were opened, and although the scar was not obvious, it was not short, which stung Zhan Qingcheng's heart.
"She actually hurt you?"
Zhan Qingcheng's breath was heavy, but his grip on her little hand was still very light, as if he was worried about scratching her wound again.
"I'm fine." Feng Jiuer pursed her lips and retracted her arm, "But she..."
Thinking of Qing'er's eyes, she felt sad.
Looking at the vibrant scene in the distance, Feng Jiuer bent her legs and buried her head between her knees.
"She died and was given poisonous wine, which killed two people."
"I can't stop this. She is really dead. That child hasn't had time to see the world or even grow up."
Feng Jiuer felt very sad, but did not shed any more tears.
Looking at the grass on the ground, her eyes were a bit hollow.
"Uncle Nine Emperors, tell me why my father is so cruel? Even though the second emperor brother is not his biological son, he is still the son he has raised for more than 20 years."
"How come my father doesn't even let his grandson go? I... feel very sad!"
Feng Jiuer looked up at the sky above her head. The sky was blue and cloudless, but it reflected in her eyes a mist-like haze.
It cannot be dissolved or dispersed.
A warm palm was placed on her head and she rubbed it gently.
"Cry if you want to, and when you're done crying, you'll be fine."
Zhan Qingcheng knew that his little girl had never let him down, even now.
Feng Jiuer raised her head and looked sideways at the man beside her, her mouth slightly sullen.
"What's the use of crying? After crying, Qing'er won't be able to survive."
Zhan Qingcheng smiled slightly, stretched out his slender jade fingers, and gently slid across her little face.
Under the sun, a man's smile is undoubtedly the most beautiful scenery in the world, but Feng Jiu'er still couldn't be happy.
But, with him by his side, her heart really didn't seem so uncomfortable.
"The first time I met Jian Yi, the day I left the palace with him, my father killed a maid in my princess palace with a cane." Feng Jiuer continued.
"Today's Qing'er is the second palace maid to lose her life because of me. But I have only lived in the palace for a few days. What if..."
"If my father is always willing to kill people, how many more people will die because of me in the future? I really don't dare to think about it."
Pursing her lips, Feng Jiuer sighed again.
"Can it be said that in the deep palace, except for the master, the lives of others are so insignificant?"
"They are also human beings and have lives. Doesn't every life deserve the respect it deserves?"
"Qing'er didn't mean to hurt me. She loves the second emperor brother so much and wants to be with the second emperor brother so much that she took this step."
"The person who hurt you will deserve to die." Zhan Qingcheng interrupted lightly.
If it weren't for Feng Jiu'er's bad mood, Prince Ninth would have said this a long time ago.
Feng Jiuer looked at him, her beautiful eyes getting darker and darker.
Zhan Qingcheng frowned, stretched out his long arm, and gently put it on Feng Jiuer's small shoulder.
"Let go!" Feng Jiuer reached out and pushed Zhan Qingcheng's arm away.
Zhan Qingcheng looked down at her, but did not let her succeed.
Meeting his gaze, Feng Jiuer pursed her lips, feeling a little disappointed.
"So, you think my father did the right thing, don't you?"
Which is more important, a barely visible scar or a living life?
Zhan Qingcheng not only did not leave, but also held Feng Jiuer in his arms regardless of her struggle.
"As a member of the royal family, many things are beyond your control. If you think this system is not good, you can only use your own abilities to change it."
Zhan Qingcheng's words made Feng Jiuer give up her struggle.
She calmed down, raised her head to meet his gaze, and blinked.
"Change? How to change?"
Zhan Qingcheng curled his lips slightly and said nothing more.
Feng Jiuer meditated for a long time before looking away from his face.
Nestling in his arms, she felt more and more at ease. It seemed that with him around, everything would really be different.
Even though he couldn't give her any specific advice, when she heard what he said, the haze in her heart slowly dissipated a lot.
The two sat under the shade of a tree, facing a sea of flowers. They were quiet for a while before Feng Jiuer left Zhan Qingcheng's arms and stood up.
It's been a while since I woke up, and this is the first time Feng Jiuer has come to the backyard to enjoy the garden.
Not far away, a large area of golden flowers caught her attention.
