The subordinate looks at his nose and heart with his eyes, and his face remains motionless. "This is a subordinate who talks too much."
I secretly cursed in my heart, Lord, don’t you care?
"My lord, there is news from the palace that Emperor Cang Yu really didn't ask anyone to investigate the affairs of the tenth princess."
"As expected." Duan Rong said casually.
The subordinate thought carefully and said, "When the queen sent the nanny to take action, our spy was by her side the whole time. In fact, we can find a way to save the tenth princess' life."
Although the Lord wanted to completely destroy the Tenth Princess, his original plan was not to take her life.
Duan Rong's lips curved into a strange smile, "Are you sorry?"
"I don't dare. What I mean is that the tenth princess deserves to die!"
It's not that she deserves to die, the tenth princess plans to use the palace banquet to harm Miss Ajiu! It's still a very dirty method, and she plans to send Miss Ajiu to her father's bed!
Although this was just an arrangement made by the tenth princess, she was killed by the queen's men before it could be put into action.
But with this kind of thinking, even if the Queen does not kill the Tenth Princess, the Lord will make her life worse than death!
The subordinates said this not because they regretted the death of the tenth princess, but because the tenth princess had one life left, which would actually be more useful to them.
It will be useful in the future.
But now, if you die, you will die.
A close subordinate thought of another thing, "My lord, there is another thing. It is the news from Dajing..."
"The forces of the Holy Cult of the Western Regions and Emperor Da Jing are secretly looking for Miss Ajiu. Should we prevent them from discovering clues, or..."
Duan Rong narrowed his eyes, "No need to interfere." He then said lazily, "When Murong Jiu thinks they can find it, they will find it naturally."
"Yes, I understand."
After saying these things, the subordinate still had the courage to say worriedly, "My lord, are you going to let Miss Ajiu live outside like this?"
Duan Rong's coquettish eyes narrowed slightly, half-smiling, "I think you guys have had a very busy day."
"This subordinate talks too much."
However, as the saying goes, at midnight, Duan Rong's figure, who was out on business, flashed by and landed not far from the Prime Minister's Mansion.
In the night, Duan Rong took a look at the Prime Minister's Mansion.
She said quietly, "Little girl, I really won't come back." The voice was so sexy that he had the urge to strangle her to death.
In the prime minister's house, Jiu'er didn't sleep well.
When Jiuer finally managed to enter a dazed state, the image of a burning fire suddenly appeared in Jiuer's mind.
A man in a gorgeous black robe stood in the blazing fire.
He laughed, frivolous and uninhibited, free and conceited, and lost three thousand worlds.
"Even if I, Murong Shuo, are going to die, it's my own business. Who do you think you are?"
Jiu'er tried desperately to reach out and grab it, but she couldn't touch it at all.
Before he could recover from the scene where a man in black robes was annihilated in the fire, the scene in front of his eyes turned into a red and joyful one, and the ten-year-old himself looked at his parents getting married with a smile.
The eldest grandson, who was just two years old, and her mother, who was smiling like a flower with her ice cube face that amazes the world, walked past her and her eldest grandson Qing, holding the skirt of the red dress.
Extremely cute.
She was deliberately reaching out to try to tickle her eldest grandson Yu, always wanting to make this sister who had never said a word since birth to react, when the red in front of her eyes suddenly faded and turned into overwhelming whiteness again.
The city walls are covered with mourning flags.
With his heart suffocating, Jiu'er suddenly woke up from his dazed state and sat up suddenly.
In the darkness, Jiu'er's eyes widened.
Apart from Wang Xiaojin's breathing, the only sound around was his own ups and downs of breathing.
After a long while, Jiu'er pursed her lips and lay back down again.
The next day.
As soon as there was some noise in the Prime Minister's Mansion, Jiu'er opened his eyes again.
At this moment, Wang Xiaojin had just quietly gotten out of bed.
Seeing Jiu'er sitting up silently, Wang Xiaojin turned around and was startled.
"Sister Ajiu, did I wake you up?"
Jiuer covered her mouth and yawned, shaking her head.
"Everyone in the Prime Minister's Mansion gets up so early? They are coming and going. What are they doing?"
Wang Xiaojin didn't know either. She was a little embarrassed and said, "Sister Ajiu, if you haven't slept enough, you can sleep a little longer. I'll go out and take a look. I... asked them to keep their voices down."
Jiuer raised his eyebrows and smiled so hard that he would not pay for his life, "Will they listen to what you say?"
Wang Xiaojin, "..."
Jiu'er had already gotten out of bed neatly. When she passed by Wang Xiaojin, she patted her and said, "Hahahaha, you look like this, it's so funny to tease you."
Of course Wang Xiaojin would not be angry with Jiu'er, who was the first and only person who would tease her without any ill intentions.
"Sister Ajiu, please wait for me for a while, and I'll bring you some water to wash up with."
Jiu'er didn't stop him either.
Wang Xiaojin ran out quickly. Jiuer stood by the window and looked at the various flowers and trees blooming in the yard, and was slightly stunned.
What happened last night...
Is it because Su Jingxing's life experience has an inexplicable similarity with her cheap master, or adoptive father, that it reminds her of old things?
At this moment, Wang Xiaojin came back from fetching water and looked strange.
Jiuer asked casually while washing up, "What's wrong? Is there really something going on in your Prime Minister's Mansion?"
Wang Xiaojin was dumbfounded and said in disbelief, "I just heard someone say that the wedding date of the eldest sister and Mr. Duan of the General Mansion has been set!"
She swallowed her saliva, "Just half a month later! Early this morning, after dad announced the news, the entire Prime Minister's Mansion was so busy that it went into chaos."
Jiu'er was a little surprised.
Not to mention what happened at the palace banquet yesterday, any discerning courtier would postpone the wedding dates for family members as long as possible. After all, the emperor's daughter had just died.
Even if there is no such thing as a palace banquet, let alone the status of Prime Minister Wang and the Duan family of the General's Palace, even if it is an ordinary small family, there is no one who says they are engaged and then gets married in half a month.
Even if she is a village woman who cannot afford to eat in the mountains, if she still wants a little bit of face, she still has to make preparations in three or two months...
"What did your father think?"
"I don't know either……"
Wang Xiaojin later realized that he was a little at a loss.
Jiu'er glanced at her, thinking about what she heard about the substitute marriage last night, she lowered her voice and said, "Are you really going to marry Wang Sisi as a substitute?"
"Well, I have to do this for my mother in the village. If I mess up or don't do it, my mother and I will have no place to live."
Jiu'er clicked her tongue, "The Prime Minister's wife and Wang Sisi said they were smart, and they said they were simple-minded. Even if you have no problem here, the Prime Minister couldn't do anything after the incident. Why don't you think about the appearance you had when you married?
Should we pursue it or not?"
Wang Xiaojin thought of the 'Duan Rong' he had met at the palace banquet. When Jiu'er said it, he was so nervous that he subconsciously bit his lips tightly.
When Jiuer saw it, he was speechless.
"I'll talk casually. Oh, don't be afraid. Duan Rong is not that difficult to talk to. Let me ask you, do you like Duan Rong? Do you really want to marry him?"
Wang Xiaojin was silent for a while, "My mother said that as a woman, you are not qualified to choose whether you like it or not..."
"Bullshit! Uh...I'm not talking about your mother. I'm saying this concept is bullshit. What's the point of marrying someone if you're not the one you like?"
"Anyway, just tell me whether you are willing to marry Duan Rong."
Wang Xiaojin lowered his head, "Sister Ajiu, I have no choice."
He raised his head again and tried his best to smile at Jiu'er, "I have been aware and prepared for this for a long time. There is no such thing as a free lunch. This is the price I have to pay. Sister Ajiu, you don't have to worry about me."
"Even if Duan Rong is difficult to get along with, after I get married, as long as I am filial to my elders, serve him well, and behave myself, I will leave him alone. I think he will be willing to give me a bite to eat..."
Jiu'er really couldn't bear to see how she hated iron, "Wang Xiaojin, please wake up. If you and your mother want to live a good life, you can't just obey the orders of the Prime Minister's wife and Wang Sisi."
"If you are willing, I can make the prime minister only like you two, mother and daughter. I will only love you as my daughter, and let your mother take the position of the prime minister's wife, no problem."
"I know that you, Sister Ajiu, are very capable. You can use drugs and other influences to control my father's mind and make him only like my daughter. But Sister Ajiu..."
Wang Xiaojin's eyes were moist, "I think dad sincerely likes to care about my daughter. Even if he doesn't care, I don't want to embarrass him. I don't want to use some method of hurting him to turn him into someone he is not. He..."
She blinked, turned her head and quietly wiped away her tears, "He is my father..."
Jiu'er, who was about to speak, moved his lips, but didn't say anything.
Sensitive Wang Xiaojin noticed her unusual silence and immediately became concerned, "Sister Ajiu, what's wrong with you?"
Jiu'er squinted her eyes, her eyes curled up into crescent moons when she smiled, and her eyes were almost completely invisible.
"It's nothing, it's just that I seem...to miss my dad a little bit." (To be continued)