Wuyou stopped outside the door, raising his hand, not knowing whether to knock or not.
He knew that Jian Yi was coming. An Bao said that a young knight named Jian Yi was here.
He also knew that when he poisoned Jiu'er, what he had left behind would definitely end up in this situation.
Jiu'er didn't completely forget the past, but gradually remembered it.
The poison he planted was not the poison given to him by the emperor, but the poison he refined himself and fed it with his own blood.
That poison is not unsolvable.
This was a capital crime, but he didn't know why he made such a decision in the first place.
Maybe it’s because I don’t want to regret it for the rest of my life…
Finally, the movement inside became a little quieter. Wuyou raised his hand and knocked on the door: "Princess, I have sent clothes to Master Jianyi."
Jian Yi was stunned for a moment, and after finally taking a breath, his face suddenly darkened.
It's the mute slave! Everyone has been looking for Jiu'er, and they are also looking for the mute slave!
Unexpectedly, the mute slave was really together with Jiuer!
Sure enough, he was the one who brought Jiu'er back!
Feng Jiuer put her hand on his lips and shook her head at him, signaling him to stop talking.
She was still sitting on Jian Yi, not even looking at the door: "Come in."
Wuyou pushed open the door and entered, but unexpectedly, he saw Jiu'er sitting on a man through the screen!
Jian Yi? Why did he...
Eunuch Anbao said that Jianyi lived in the princess palace and was here to select his servants. Isn't this an excuse?
Why, Jianyi and Jiuer really...
Jianyi couldn't bear it anymore and sat up.
Jiu'er didn't expect him to get up so violently, and by accident, he was almost knocked out.
He grabbed the sword with a big palm, righted her upright, then gently released her and put her aside.
By the time Jiu'er reacted, Jian Yi's tall body had already landed in front of Wuyou.
With a wave of his hand, Wuyou felt his throat tighten and he hit the chair behind him with a bang.
"Who are you? Why did you bring Jiu'er to this place? What do you want to do?"
As expected, Jian Yi knew Wuyou, so Wuyou also knew those people who now live in the Night King's Mansion.
However, just saying that Jianyi is a straight person, he really can't hide anything.
He didn't even think about it, if Wuyou was sent by his father to inquire about information, wouldn't this completely make her unable to step down?
After all, she still "feels" that Jian Yi admitted the wrong person.
Now, even she is not sure whether Wuyou's heart is towards her or towards her father.
"Jian Yi, what are you doing?" Jiu'er got off the bed, walked quickly to Jian Yi, and tugged on his hand.
"What are you doing? Let him go quickly, don't kill people at every turn, you rough guy!"
When the sword was pointed at her, his tone was quite gentle: "This is the man who took you away from us, Jiu'er, he is a bad person!"
When he looked at Wuyou again, he frowned and tightened his fingers.
Wuyou felt his throat tighten and his breathing stopped completely.
But his face was calm, and he just looked at Jian Yi calmly, without even the intention of resisting.
Such a submissive look is really hard to hate.
At least, Jiu'er couldn't hate him.
She pulled Jianyi hard again: "Let go! Wuyou is mine! Don't hurt him!"
"Worry-free?"
"Let go first!" Feng Jiuer stared at him. Seeing Wuyou's face gradually turn purple, she became anxious: "If you don't let go, I will... never pay attention to you and your friends again!"
When Jian heard the words, he just hesitated for a moment and immediately let go of Wuyou.
Wuyou held on to the chair and gasped.
The clothes he originally held in his hands had already fallen to the ground.
Junyi's face turned purple after a burst of purple, then turned completely pale.
Jiu'er finally understood why he couldn't hate Wuyou even though he was his father's son.
It's really because he is so good-looking.
She is always reluctant to be cruel to handsome men. The better-looking a man is, the easier it is for her to be soft-hearted.
Oh my god! This is so shameless!
"Jian Yi, I'm warning you, don't hurt him again, or I'll drive you away!" She pushed Jian Yi fiercely.
Jian Yi suddenly felt aggrieved and pointed at Wuyou: "He is really a bad guy! I didn't lie to you!"
"He has never hurt me." Jiu'er breathed out and glared at him, "Stop making such noises. He is giving you clothes. To hurt him without even saying thank you is too much.
Got it!"
Jian Yi didn't know how to explain to her that the mute slave was really not a good person.
If it weren't for the mute slave, there would be no need for them to be separated now, and they wouldn't be injured or sick.
Also, Jiu'er's current situation...
He narrowed his eyes, and when he looked at Wuyou, the murderous aura in his eyes rose again.
"What exactly did you do to her? Why does she have no memory of the past?"
Wuyou bent down and calmly picked up the clothes that had fallen on the ground.
After that, he looked at Jian Yi and said calmly: "She was originally the princess of the Phoenix clan. I just let the princess return to where she should go."
"What nonsense are you talking about? She is not a princess from the Phoenix Clan, she is from Beimu Country!"
"The princess is indeed a princess of the Feng clan. As for the Feng family in Beimu country, they are not her relatives. The princess has just stayed with the Feng family for more than ten years."
Beimu Country, Feng Family... Jiu'er frowned slightly, it was very familiar, but he still couldn't remember too much.
Jian Yi wanted to refute something, but suddenly found that he seemed to have no basis for refutation.
Who can say that Jiu'er is really a member of the Feng family and not a princess of the Feng family?
Who can prove it?
But, what kind of fallacy is this?
Jiu'er is obviously a member of the Feng family in Beimu, the daughter of Feng Junzhuo.
Jian Yi felt like he was being confused. How come in the end, his own statement couldn't even stand up to him?
"Feng Junzhuo is not Jiu'er's biological father." Wuyou glanced at Jianyi and then looked at Feng Jiu'er with a sincere expression: "Princess, maybe I have lied to you, but the princess is really a princess.
