The tyrant family read my heart and doted on me.

After hearing this, Di Jiang's steps slowed down a little. He didn't know what he thought of, and his face became a little gloomy.

"Brother Di Jiang, why don't you speak?" Jiujiu asked while eating plums. She was not aware of Di Jiang's emotions at all.

"Ugh……"

Di Jiang sighed.

He is now in a foreign country, although his life is not bad, he has food, drink, and books to read. But after all, he is a proton with a special status. He has no freedom, no power, and nothing. How can he marry a wife and have children? How do you keep the people you want to keep the most?

Does he deserve to think about that?

He doesn't deserve it!

Di Jiang's eyes dimmed: "Jiujiu, no matter what, brother Di Jiang will treat you well for the rest of his life."

Di Jiang said, looking back at Jiujiu: "Because you are different from others!"

How can others compare to the feelings accumulated over time over the years?

"Jiujiu treats Brother Dijiang differently." Jiujiu said, passing the plum in his hand to Dijiang's mouth, gesturing for Dijiang to taste one, "Jiujiu treats Brother Dijiang as his own brother."

"..."

Brother?

Ahem, Di Jiang doesn't really like Jiujiu's words that he treats him as his biological brother.

Last time Jiujiu said that when he was his biological brother, he felt inexplicably irritable.

Di Jiang let out a breath, then used Jiujiu's chubby hand to reach his mouth and ate the plum.

The plums are sour and sweet and delicious.

"Princess, is it hot when you lie down on Proton's back?" Jin Kui asked next to her.

Jiujiu waved her hands and said, "It doesn't get hot if you are carried on someone's back. It does get hot if you walk by yourself!"

As soon as this was said, everyone laughed.

If the little princess doesn’t want to walk by herself, just say so!

So many fallacies!

Jin Kui was smiling and fanning the two of them.

After Dijiang sent Jiujiu to Qiushui Residence, Concubine Jia knew that Dijiang had a hard time carrying Jiujiu to and from school, so she specially made sour plum soup for Dijiang to relieve the heat.

After Di Jiang finished drinking, he went back to the quality hall to study and practice martial arts.

But today, after he entered the prison, he felt something was wrong.

In the past, the quality hall was in a remote location, and usually no one from the palace came there, so it was very quiet. Today, a palace maid came unexpectedly, holding soup in her hands, saying that she came to bring him soup, and that it was a gift from the emperor, and everyone in the palace had it.

The palace maid said, entered the room, put the soup on the table, and motioned to Di Jiang to drink it.

"Your Highness Proton, the Emperor's reward is still thinking of you. The Emperor is so kind to you. You must not let down the Emperor's kindness."

"Have you finished drinking this soup?"

"It's a cold soup, not hot. Drinking it will relieve the heat and feel very comfortable."

Under normal circumstances, no one would say anything or doubt anything when hearing the emperor's reward.

But Di Jiang's eyes turned cold, he kicked the door behind him, and then walked towards the palace maid dangerously step by step.

The palace maid felt a little bad, and she asked nervously: "Your Highness Proton, what are you doing?"

Di Jiang sneered, and reached out to the palace maid's head. When he touched the hairpin on the palace maid's head, he stopped and started rubbing it playfully, with a bit of ruthlessness in his eyes.

The palace maid and Di Jiang were closer, and Di Jiang's movements were a bit ambiguous. She didn't know what Di Jiang meant, and her face turned red instantly.

"Your Majesty, your Majesty, what are you..." doing?

As soon as he finished speaking, Di Jiang pulled out the hairpin from the palace maid's head and stabbed it into the side of the palace maid's neck quickly and accurately.

Most of the hairpin was pierced into the palace maid's neck.

The palace maid didn't even think about why, so she died and fell to the ground.

Di Jiang took out the handkerchief and wiped the blood splattered on his hands.

Chu Yang was puzzled: "Your Highness, what are you..."

"There are no maids wearing hairpins in the palace." Di Jiang said: "Emperor Zhaoning will not give soup to everyone in the palace."

"He's not that idle, and he's not that boring."

"This person is probably from Di Chaoyang."

"Di Chaoyang saw that he had no chance to kill me so that he could blame Xi Chu. So he sent the murderer to kill me in order to achieve his goal."

"I actually thought that since he was in jail, he wouldn't make trouble, but I didn't expect that he had already arranged it. After all, he was unwilling to let me go."

"Ha!" Di Jiang angrily threw away the blood-stained handkerchief, took out a packet of medicinal powder from his sleeve, and sprinkled it on the body of the dying palace maid.

The entire body of the palace maid, including the veil that he had just thrown away, instantly disappeared into nothing, leaving no trace behind, as if she had never existed.

Di Jiang continued without any surprise: "If I guessed correctly, that bowl of porridge is poisonous."

"Let me try!"

Chu Yang hurriedly found a silver needle and tried the porridge. The silver needle turned black and was indeed poisonous.

"Your Highness, Emperor Chaoyang is so cruel!"

Di Jiang's face was tense, and his whole body exuded a cold aura, "Sooner or later, I will make him pay with blood."

·

Qiu Shui lives inside.

Jiujiu was blindfolded and relied on smell to identify the medicine in front of him, while Qingzi watched from the side.

Qingzi asked Jiujiu to smell ten medicines in succession, and Jiujiu accurately named the medicines.

When it comes to the twelve flavors, Jiujiu can't tell.

But that's pretty good too.

"Princess, when I was your age, I could only smell eight flavors of medicine, but you can actually smell twelve flavors."

"You are simply a genius!"

"As long as you are willing to study medicine well, you will surely make great achievements in the medical field in the future."

"I will study hard."

Jiujiu said, taking off the blindfold and looking at Qingzi happily.

Next to them, Concubine Jia brought some food to the two of them and asked them to eat something before continuing to study.

Jiujiu saw that there were plums, so she took one and ate it. While eating, she asked, "Mom, you look bad. What happened?"

"Alas..." Concubine Jia sighed: "Isn't Jiujiu's six-year-old birthday party coming soon? My mother-in-law has been helping Jiujiu prepare for the birthday party recently."

"Yes! We're almost there." Jiujiu nodded.

[Jiujiu is waiting to receive gifts! Hey hey hey. 】

【I will definitely receive a lot of gifts this year. 】

【I’m really looking forward to it! 】

Jiujiu murmured in his heart, his eyes bright and full of expectation.

Concubine Jia listened and was also happy. However, there are still concerns.

"But Jiujiu, an uninvited guest is coming recently." Concubine Jia said worriedly.

Jiujiu ate the plums and said, "Uninvited guest? Who is it?"

Concubine Jia: "Princess Anxin."

Jiujiu: "Princess Anxin?"

"Ah."

"Who is that?"

[Jiujiu has never heard of this person. 】

【do not know. 】

"The late emperor had three adopted daughters in total. Princess Wen and Princess Qing have already appeared before. Jiujiu knows about it and has seen her. There is another one, Princess Anxin. Jiujiu has never seen her, so of course she doesn't know about it."

"That's it!"

Jiujiu nodded, rubbing his head, with a complicated expression on his face, as if he had remembered something.

Imperial Doctor Qing asked: "May I ask, Madam, what does the arrival of Princess An An have to do with the birthday of the little princess?"

"Why are you so worried?"

Concubine Jia said: "You don't know, Imperial Doctor Qing, how favored Princess An An was and how powerful she was when the late emperor was alive."