Back at the Princess Palace, Feng Jiang saw that he had nothing to do, so he went back to play chess with the Fourth Emperor's uncle.
However, Jiu'er gave him a task. During this period, the Fourth Emperor's Uncle must be kept in the palace.
She said that she would visit the Fourth Emperor Uncle from time to time and ask the Fourth Emperor Uncle to teach her martial arts.
Fengjiang was very happy with this task and asked the Fourth Emperor Uncle to stay, so that he could see the Fourth Emperor Uncle every day and ask for advice on battlefield strategies and martial arts secrets.
Whenever Uncle Fourth Emperor had the slightest intention of leaving, he would say that it was Jiu'er who asked him to stay.
Uncle Fourth Emperor listened to Jiu'er so much, and Jiu'er asked him to stay, so naturally he would not leave.
After Feng Jiang left, Jiu'er and Yanu were the only two people left in the side hall of Princess Jiu'er's palace.
The two of them were relatively speechless.
The mute slave just looked at her quietly, as if just looking at her was enough. Even if he didn't speak, he was still happy.
I don’t know how long it took, but Jiuer suddenly said: "You have been by my side? More than ten years?"
The mute slave hesitated for a moment, nodded, and then shook his head: "I left some days along the way."
"But I didn't grow up in the so-called Bieyuan."
These words made the mute slave's face change, and his fingertips suddenly tightened.
The eyes that had been looking at Feng Jiuer also turned elsewhere for a moment.
Sure enough, she did not grow up in Bieyuan. Now looking at the expression on the mute slave's face, she knew that what she said was right.
But one thing is that, just as she guessed, the mute slave was indeed the person who stayed with her the longest in the past.
But he is obviously a little uneasy now. Is he afraid that she will know too much about the past?
"Mute slave, are you one of my father or mine?" Feng Jiuer leaned on the back of the chair and stared at his face.
The mute slave didn't look at her, but squeezed her palms tighter and tighter. In the end, even her fingertips were trembling.
Jiu'er just looked at him without any intention of oppression.
This kind of thing can't be done by oppression, it must be something he is willing to do.
No matter whether he chooses his father or her, no matter what he chooses, she will not do anything to him.
However, it may be different on my father's side.
If he makes the wrong choice, his life will be in danger in the future.
So she waited, neither urging nor tempting, and let him make his own choice with peace of mind.
I don’t know how long it took, but Jiuer suddenly stood up.
The mute slave's heart tightened, but soon, only despair remained in his eyes.
Princess, I don’t want to believe him anymore.
Jiu'er wanted to leave, but the mute slave didn't stop her. He just looked at her slender back quietly and watched her walk out of the side hall, as if she was walking out of her own life.
But when Jiu'er walked to the door, he suddenly stopped and looked back at her.
"Why didn't you choose Father?" she asked.
In fact, the mute slave had no choice. He neither chose her nor the emperor.
The mute slave met her gaze, her thin lips moved slightly, but she was still unwilling to say a word.
"Then, let me tell it for you, okay?"
He still didn't speak, so Jiu'er returned to the hall and walked up to him.
When I got so close to him, I realized how tall he was.
The mute slave can sit and stand by himself, almost normally.
When she walked to the mute slave and the mute slave stood up, she had to raise her head to talk to him.
"You'd better sit down. It's uncomfortable for me to talk to you with my neck raised." Feng Jiuer pushed him back.
The mute slave was a little restless. She stood and sat by herself, which was inappropriate.
However, here at Feng Jiuer, we never care about politeness.
"I don't need you to betray my father, but I hope your heart will turn towards me."
If there wasn't always a sense of intimacy, Feng Jiuer wouldn't have dared to say these words in front of the mute slave.
In fact, it is a very risky thing to talk to a mute slave.
After all, the mute slave belongs to his father.
She was just betting that the mute slave would still be loyal to her.
The mute slave's eyes were gentle, at least at this time, very firm.
"I never wanted to harm the princess, I swear."
"I believe you, no need to swear, oaths have no meaning to me."
Jiuer breathed a sigh of relief. At least, the mute slave was finally willing to communicate with her.
"Have you and I really been living in a separate garden?" In fact, she had the answer to this question herself. She just wanted to hear what the mute slave said.
The mute slave didn't answer. He didn't want to lie to her, but there were some things that he couldn't mention a word about.
"Well, tell me, do you also know the friends I used to know?" This is the most critical point.
The mute slave looked at her for a while, then nodded and said, "Basically, we know her."
"Then can you promise me that in the future, in front of my father, you will try to mention as little as possible about my former friends?"
"Princess, what do you want to do?" The mute slave was not afraid to help her, but was worried about many things.
"It will do you no good to go against the emperor. As long as you stay in the palace obediently, this world will be yours in the future."
"Everyone says that this world will be mine in the future, but some people have asked me, do I want it all?"
These words left the mute slave speechless.
He had actually thought about whether all this was what she wanted.
He thought about this question when he was on the boat, but in the end, he didn't have the chance to ask her.
"Isn't the princess happy with her life now?"
Isn't it what everyone dreams of: getting wind and rain, being carefree and above all others?
"That depends on what price is needed in exchange for it."
Jiu'er stared at him, not missing the complicated emotions in his eyes.
It seems like I feel a little regretful, a little confused, and a little overwhelmed.
This man clearly has no less noble temperament than anyone else, but he is always meek and quiet, as if he has no thoughts of his own at all.
What kind of living environment made him become like this?
He seems to really have no ideas or pursuits of his own.
Everything is done either to obey her or to obey my father.
"Mute slave, do you have a name?" Jiu'er suddenly asked.
The mute slave was stunned for a moment and shook his head.
Jiu'er felt a little sad that such an outstanding man didn't even have a name.
Is it because you have never been cared for by anyone since you were born?
"Forget it, you don't dare to betray my father. Maybe there is a reason why you are afraid that even I will be hurt."
"You are the emperor's biological daughter, and the emperor will never hurt you!"
At least this is what the mute slave is willing to believe.
If a tiger's poison doesn't eat its children, what father would harm his own children?
"Princess……"
"I hope." Jiu'er smiled and said, "From now on, you will be called Wuyou."
