The tyrant family read my heart and doted on me.

Last time she misunderstood that something had happened to her father.

This time Jiujiu was more serious, not wanting to be misunderstood. She continued to ask several ministers for confirmation, but several ministers lowered their heads even more, as if silently acknowledging her doubts.

She stopped asking and looked up at the guards at the entrance of the hall. The guards also had heavy expressions and were not smiling.

The red lanterns all over the palace seemed to be bringing good luck to people.

Suddenly, Jiujiu's breathing became rapid. She covered her chest with her hands and wanted to move forward to see what was going on inside, but she was unable to move forward.

To tell you the truth, when she first discovered that she was transmigrated into a book and her father favored others instead of her, she felt resentful, angry, distant, and cold towards him... But, her father slowly began to dote on her, made all kinds of skirts for her to wear, compromised for her time and time again, changed for her, and her mentality changed as well.

In addition to the blood ties that are integrated into this body, she also regards her father as her real father.

Suddenly realizing that something had happened to him, she really couldn't accept it.

When Emperor Qing'an heard that Jiujiu had entered the palace and had already reached the entrance of the main hall, he came out to greet her in person.

Little did she know that it would have been better if he didn't come out. Once he came out, Jiujiu became more and more confused.

[Are you so anxious? ]

[Is it possible that my father only has one breath left? 】

[Why else would my brother be so anxious? Why are you still standing here in the middle of the night and not leaving?]

When Emperor Qing'an heard Jiujiu's thoughts, he wanted to explain to her, but when he met the inquiring gazes of several ministers behind Jiujiu, he did not explain. Instead, he grabbed Jiujiu's arm, pulled her up the stairs and into the hall.

Jiujiu burst into tears as soon as she entered the palace, and asked while crying: "Brother, has something really happened to our father?"

The little girl's voice was filled with fear, discomfort, and sobbing, and it was obvious that she was not pretending.

The ministers outside naturally heard it. They felt nervous and looked at each other for a few seconds. Then they asked the silent Feng Tianzhu, "Look at this..."

"We calmed down and thought about it before. We thought that the emperor might have pretended to be sick and fainted to make us shut up and stop staring at the princess. But looking at the princess's reaction now, it doesn't seem like she was pretending!"

Feng Tianzhu snorted coldly and said with certainty and assurance: "It's just pretending."

"Feng Jiujiu was outside and didn't know what was going on in the palace, so she misunderstood."

"You don't have to worry."

"When Father has had enough of pretending, he will naturally stop pretending."

There was hatred in Feng Tianzhu's voice, the kind of hatred that made him want to kill someone.

He hated that the emperor had only favored Feng Jiujiu for all these years, and the others, especially him, the youngest prince, were completely ignored by him.

Does he know how he managed to survive all these years?

He is in pain!

It hurts more now.

In order to protect Feng Jiujiu, the emperor pretended to be unconscious, causing them to kneel here for two days without food or water. They were cold and hungry, and could only eat snow to quench their thirst every day. It was so miserable!

But the emperor didn't feel sorry at all, his heart and eyes were full of Feng Jiujiu.

As soon as Feng Jiujiu returned to the palace, he summoned her that night.

Are you afraid that it’s too late and the person has run away?

Ha ha.

As his son, he hasn't seen his father for several years. How could his father not miss him?

"Seventeenth Prince, if it is as you guessed, don't worry too much. The emperor will not really let us kneel."

"correct."

Feng Tianzhu shook his head, "No, he will make us kneel until we only have one breath left, and then maybe he will let us go." After all, they were targeting his most beloved Feng Jiujiu, how could he give up so easily?

He won't give up easily.

Neither will his son.

Feng Jiujiu, just wait and see!

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Inside the palace.

Jiujiu was brought to the bedside of the retired emperor crying. The retired emperor was stunned. Why was Jiujiu crying like that?

He hurriedly got up from the bed, not caring about the pain in his legs, and limped to Jiujiu, holding her little face, wiping her tears, and asked her, "My precious daughter, why are you crying?"

"Who bullied you? Tell your father. He will take care of it for you."

Jiujiu looked at the retired emperor in front of her. His complexion was normal and his breathing was even. He didn't seem to be in any condition.

Jiujiu was confused for a while, then she realized that she had misunderstood again.

She curled her lips and said resentfully, "Father, nothing happened to you!"

【Ahhh, I got cheated again. 】

【Every day, you are fooled and it is different. 】

[Life is so hard. ]

【I cried in vain.】

【Bai is nervous.】

"Who said that something happened to my father?" The emperor didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He gently pinched Jiujiu's little face and said, "My precious daughter hasn't married or had children yet. How could something happen to me?"

He also has to accompany his precious daughter to get married and support her.

With him around, no one in the South would dare to treat their precious daughter badly.

"Be good, Father is fine, don't worry." The emperor didn't tell him about his leg pain. Even Doctor Qing couldn't help him. What's the point of him telling him? It would only make Jiujiu worry.

"Father."

Jiujiu acted like a little child and threw herself into the arms of the emperor.

The emperor patted Jiujiu's back soothingly to calm her down.

After Jiujiu calmed down, he asked someone to quickly bring up Jiujiu's favorite jujube paste cake. He picked up one and handed it to Jiujiu, saying, "Jiujiu, are you hungry? Eat something quickly?"

"Come here, serve some tea."

"It's all dried tea, not hot. Jiujiu can eat the jujube paste cake while drinking tea to avoid choking."

As the emperor spoke, he was busy helping Jiujiu make tea.

The Queen Mother also came. The nanny behind her was holding the sweet and sour spare ribs that Jiujiu liked, and wanted Jiujiu to have some.

Entering the palace so late, she was worried that Jiujiu might be hungry.

Jiujiu smiled, sat down and started eating.

Emperor Qing'an also sat down and watched Jiujiu eat.

He couldn't help but wonder, if his mother were still alive, would she be waiting for him like this when he returned home, running errands for him?

The more he thought about it, the sadder he became. He poured himself a glass of wine, and just as he was about to drink, the glass was snatched away from his hand. He looked up sadly. Who snatched his wine?

It's the Queen Mother.

The Queen Mother was holding the wine glass and looking at him worriedly.

"Your Majesty, your father prepared your favorite walnut cakes for you, and your mother prepared your favorite assorted shrimp soup for you. You have been busy for so many days, you should eat and drink a little."

"Drinking is harmful to your health, so don't drink today."

The Queen Mother said with concern.

Emperor Qing'an's eyes widened in surprise. How did his father and mother know that he liked to eat walnut cakes and drink assorted shrimp soup?

Although he loved these two kinds of food, no one knew about it and he had never told anyone about it.

I don't usually show my love for her.