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

"Since Princess Xiao has sent you to the villa, please stay here for a while."

So as to avoid leaving this place and revealing the news to Princess Xiao, causing trouble for her.

A Bao called Wan Wan over and said, "Please ask Dean Wen to go to the guest room to rest. Don't neglect him."

Elder Wen suddenly asked, "Does your mother know about this?"

Hearing this, A Bao smiled and raised his hand to pour half a cup of hot ginseng tea onto the empty corridor outside the window.

"What do you mean, tell mother?"

"Did you conceal it back then, and your sister plotted against her future brother-in-law?"

"Or did you help cover up Xiao Jingyue's slander against me back then?"

"Or, is there anything else you need me to know, and then tell Mother?"

Being questioned word by word with a smile by his eldest granddaughter until he had no way out, Old Man Wen stared at his eldest granddaughter for a long time with a heavy heart, and his expression became increasingly uglier.

Just as he was about to speak again, Wanwan half-supported and half-carried him out of the flower shop.

When Xuan Ji came in again, A Bao had already changed the water to make tea.

But the steam rising from the purple clay furnace hits your eyes and is so suffocating that it makes you cry.

Seeing this, Xuan Ji felt lost and sighed.

"I don't know how to comfort you, so I'll tell you something that I've kept in my heart for a long time. It's about the time when you cried like a fool because I was injured by bandits."

Hearing this, Abao pretended nothing happened and wiped away his tears.

"I remember that you almost lost your life." As she said this, she raised her eyes and met Xuanji's pretending to be relaxed smiling face who was sitting opposite the tea table.

"That year, I came back from Liuzhou to pay homage to my ancestors and encountered vicious bandits."

"My grandmother, who was always kind and gentle, and who always taught my father and my second uncle to love each other as brothers, pushed my father to death in order to save my second uncle when the bandit's knife fell."

Ah Bao had sensed it, and was distressed and hurried to stop him: "No need to say..."

"It's okay." Xuanji revealed her scar, but she didn't care: "It's been several years since this happened, and I don't have nightmares anymore. What's more, it's true that misfortune and fortune go hand in hand. My father has since come to a realization and no longer asks my mother to tolerate my second uncle's family."

"I will no longer sit at the same table with my second uncle during festivals."

"My grandma acted like an elder and made a scene, so my father sent her back to her hometown."

"You see, the brotherhood my grandmother wanted, she never saw until she died."

After saying that, Xuanji looked at Abao and said, "It's normal for elders to be partial to one another. Don't take it too seriously."

In order not to worry his friend, A Bao endured the soreness in his eyes, took a deep breath, and said stubbornly: "I'm not crying. It's just the heat from the tea stove that's causing me to feel uncomfortable. I'll be fine after I blow some air."

Hearing this, Xuan Ji did not expose her, but just chuckled to comfort her.

But Abao felt guilty, so he turned around and pushed the gap in the stained glass window wider.

But he was surprised to see——Xiao Yunzheng.

On a distant rooftop across the street, a young man in a black robe stood in the shadows.

When their eyes met, Abao felt as if he were in a dream.

This was the first time she had seen him in more than half a month since the siege at the Cliff.

The dark-robed young man's edges and corners, outlined in dim colors, appear exceptionally sharp.

In early winter, he seemed shrouded in gray dust.

Everything is very quiet.

It was so quiet that Abao could even hear the rustling sounds of the Haizi tribe's secret guards drawing their bows and arrows around the attic in order to eliminate any threats outside the courtyard at any time.

She didn't understand what Xiao Yunzheng's purpose was, but she didn't want to waste any more time on it.

With his backhand, Abao closed the stained glass window completely.

At the same time, Xiao Yunzheng looked at the closed window with complicated eyes.

Looking towards the window again, there was the black-robed king standing under the eaves of the attic with a sword in hand.

Xiao Yunzheng clenched his fists in his sleeves fiercely.

In the flower shop, Xie Wuai hurriedly pushed the door open.

"Just received news that another person died in Prince Xiao's mansion."

Xuanji was halfway through biting the yam cake when she asked in a hurry and vaguely, "What?"

Xie Wuai said solemnly: "Xiao Si."

Suddenly hearing the news of another death, A Bao subconsciously turned around, and vaguely saw Xiao Yunzheng covered in blood through the closed stained glass window.

After a long silence, A Bao sighed, "The only one who will survive in the end should be Xiao Twelve."

After hearing this, Xuanji was confused and asked, "Why?"

A Bao asked in return: "All of King Xiao's other sons are dead, who will eventually succeed to the throne?"

"Of course it's Xiao Yunzheng." Xuan Ji blurted out.

"Xiao Yunzheng probably guessed what I wanted to do." A Bao's expression turned cold, and he said sarcastically, "As expected of him. He actually used this trick of cutting off the source of the trouble."

Xuan Ji's mind turned slightly, but she frowned in confusion: "But, why did they keep Xiao Twelve? Is it because he is the youngest and easiest to control? So Xiao Yunzheng doesn't care? But Xiao Twelve has taken refuge with Princess Xiao. In the future, can Xiao Yunzheng really trust Xiao Twelve?"

A Bao withdrew his gaze from the flower window, "It was because Princess Xiao wanted to use Xiao Twelve as a puppet that Xiao Yunzheng spared his life."

"In this case, Princess Xiao will definitely bear the crime of assassinating a bastard's son."