After rebirth, the empress was spoiled by the emperor's uncle like a little girl

The longer the silence, the clearer the answer.

Xuan Changdu could not give up the position of Crown Prince of Pingyue.

However, Princess Xuan seemed to have expected this and her expression was exceptionally calm.

"Chu Wu will not be the next decoration princess."

"If you still want to marry that girl, you have to ask Chu Wu in person to allow you to take a concubine. If Chu Wu is willing, your father will naturally not be able to interfere."

Xuan Changdu flatly refused: "Mother, I want to marry her legitimately."

Hearing this, Princess Xuan smiled calmly.

"According to the date, Miss Chu Wu should arrive at the mansion tomorrow."

"The best option for both girls is to bring the girl you like and Chu Wu together, lay out everything and explain everything clearly."

After another long silence, Xuan Changdu made up his mind.

“I don’t believe this is the only way.”

Hearing this, Abao turned around and sat cross-legged on the roof, sighing sadly.

In his previous life, Xuan Changdu never married.

But in this life, a Shi Xi suddenly appeared.

She was also curious about where the entanglement between these two people would end up.

Just then, Xuan Changdu said goodbye and left.

A Bao looked at his back and for some reason, he felt that he looked like he was running away.

The gate of Handan Courtyard was locked again, and everything was silent.

Princess Xuan knelt in front of the Buddhist shrine again and chanted sutras.

Seeing this, Abao held his face and sighed softly.

Xuanyuan Fengran pinched his little girl's worried face and deliberately asked, "It's still dark, where else do you want to explore at night, my little princess?"

A Bao thought seriously and subconsciously rubbed his face with both hands.

In Xuanyuan Fengran's eyes, he just thought the little girl was soft, sweet and cute.

Suddenly, the little girl begged, "Uncle! Let's go see the King of Pingyue?"

Xuanyuan Fengran of course answered: "Okay."

Yunji Courtyard, where King Pingyue lived, was not far from Handan Courtyard, but the guards were extremely strict, using the elite soldiers and weapons of the Chuyue Navy.

But Xuanyuan Fengran's lightness skill is really amazing.

He climbed over eaves and walls as if walking on flat ground. When Abao lifted the roof, no one was startled.

However, when Abao looked into the courtyard, he was stunned with surprise.

It turned out that she was not the only one pretending to be drunk tonight.

King Pingyue, who had gotten extremely drunk at the welcoming banquet and was almost insane, now looked reluctant to leave and even picked up his brush to paint, detailing every detail in detail.

For fear of causing any noise on the roof, Abao carefully tilted his head to examine the painting.

After a while, she finally saw clearly that the painting by King Pingyue was of a woman in a green skirt.

The woman in the painting is quite beautiful.

A Bao looked at her carefully. Her eyes were like autumn water, her eyebrows were like distant ink, and her figure was slender. The most special thing was that the woman in the green skirt wore a strangely shaped silver hairpin in her hair.

A Bao felt that not only the woman in the painting looked familiar, but even the silver hairpin looked familiar.

But for a moment, she couldn't remember who it was.

However, King Pingyue actually shed tears when he saw the woman in the painting.

This scene suddenly reminded A Bao of the concubine of King Pingyue mentioned by Yu Liao.

"Uncle! Hiss!" A Bao turned back to look for his uncle, but ended up twisting his neck. He wanted to cry but couldn't. "The concubine who caused unrest in the Prince of Pingyue's palace landed this morning. I remember Uncle said it was her name."

Xuanyuan Fengran raised his hand to hold Abao's head and said helplessly: "Yun Ji."

"That's right! Yun Ji!" After saying that, A Bao gasped in pain again.

After that, nothing else happened in the courtyard.

King Pingyue burst into tears as he looked at the woman in the painting, almost in despair.

As the night deepened, Abao became so sleepy that he yawned repeatedly.

Xuanyuan Fengran would naturally not continue to indulge Abao to visit the palace at night. He simply picked him up and carried him back to the west garden of the palace. However, the night wind blowing along the way made Abao sober again.

After entering the room, Abao went straight to the desk.

He spread out the rice paper, picked up the brush and dipped it in ink, and quickly copied the woman in the painting from memory.

Unexpectedly, when the last stroke was made, Hongxiu asked curiously.

"Your Highness, why do you want to draw Miss Shi Xi?"

"Miss Shi Xi?" A Bao asked in astonishment, then brought the painting closer to Hong Xiu and asked nervously, "Look carefully, is this Shi Xi?"

Hongxiu stared at the woman in the painting seriously, examined her for a while, and nodded solemnly.

"Yes, she is Miss Shi Xi."

A Bao supported his sprained neck with his hands and examined the painting in his hand over and over again.

It turned out to be Shi Xi. No wonder she felt familiar with him.

Thinking of this, A Bao looked at Xuanyuan Fengran in shock and asked for help: "Uncle!"

Hearing this, Xuanyuan Feng understood and reminded directly: "When Miss Shixi was born, Yun Ji, the concubine of King Pingyue, was still alive and was the most favored."

Upon hearing this, Abao understood.

Given how much King Pingyue loved his concubine Yun Ji, if Yun Ji really gave birth to their daughter, King Pingyue would never allow their daughter to wander outside, or even become the most despised mermaid in the land of Chuyue.

Xuanyuan Fengran was analyzing while heating up the medicine plaster for sprains.

"Perhaps. It is just a coincidence that they look alike;"

"Or maybe Miss Shixi is related to that Yun Ji. They may be aunts, or even cousins ​​with a big age difference."

After saying that, Xuanyuan Fengran slapped the medicine patch on Abao's neck.

As the heat and smell of medicine hit him, Po suddenly had an idea.

Xuan Changdu, who had experienced the Yun Ji Rebellion, naturally knew what Yun Ji looked like.

Why can Xuan Changdu still like Shi Xi, who looks like Yun Ji, without any grudges?

No, something is wrong.