I am cannon fodder, but I can hug thighs

"Just eat your food, you talk too much." Lin Jin glared at Fang Zhining.

Fang Zhining: “…”

Okay, okay, you are such a traitor, Lin Jin.

Song Shixia drank her porridge while looking at the two people tenderly: "Ajin, you should sit down soon too. You must be tired after getting up so early in the morning to work."

Fang Zhining sat aside, with an expression that was hard to describe: "She will definitely say she is not tired, not tired, you lackey again."

"Shut up." Fang Zhining had predicted all of Lin Jin's actions, and he wanted to grab two pieces of cake and stuff them into Fang Zhining's mouth. "Eat yours, you're talking too much."

Although it is true, she still has to save face.

After breakfast, Lin Jin surrounded Song Shixia and asked about her health, waiting for Song Shiqiu to leave the court so that they could return to the Prime Minister's Residence together: "Sister Shixia, do you want to get a hand warmer or something, and put on a coat, in case you get cold."

Fang Zhining glanced at Lin Jin, his expression was full of curses: "She is not so weak now, you are questioning my medical skills, you are humiliating me!"

"You don't understand, shut up." Lin Jin bared her teeth at her. She felt that Song Shixia was cold.

She held a blue coat and looked at Song Shixia eagerly: "Sister Shixia, put on another one."

Song Shixia nodded helplessly: "Okay, whatever you say."

Fang Zhining curled her lips and ignored the two people, concentrating on studying the bottle of medicine that Tu Huaining left for Lin Jin. She poured out a pill and smelled it, pinched a little to taste it, and carefully analyzed the ingredients inside.

Jing'an rushed into the palace early in the morning when she heard the news that Song Shixia had recovered her memory. When she saw Lin Jin beside Song Shixia, her eyes instantly turned red. She trotted forward and said, "Sister Song!"

"Jing'an." Song Shixia smiled, "Why are you here so early?"

Jing'an felt a little aggrieved: "If I hadn't come earlier, would I still be able to see you today?" She grabbed Song Shixia's hand, "Sister Song, can you please not go back? Can you just stay in the palace?"

"If you go back, what identity will you use to gain a foothold in the Prime Minister's Mansion? Everyone knows that the second Miss Song is dead. What will you do when you go back, Sister Song? What if people find out that you have come back from the dead and think you are a heretic?" Jing'an was sad and scared. Song Shixia was different from others. They could make excuses for the resurrection of other people, but Song Shixia was different.

"Jing'an doesn't want to see Sister Song fall into danger. People's hearts are unpredictable and it's too dangerous. If you, Sister Song, miss your brother, you will be allowed to leave the palace and set up your own home after the emperor returns. It will be the same." Jing'an's eyes were full of pleading.

Song Shixia patted Jing'an's hand. She understood their intentions. "I'm sorry to bother you, but I appreciate your kindness. However, I can't continue to sit on the throne of princess. Besides, with your brother's intelligence, how could he not think of a way to protect me?"

His Majesty and the Queen Mother can let her replace Princess Huaiya, so it would be just as easy for his brother to arrange any status for her.

Jing'an felt wronged and unwilling, and looked at Lin Jin with resentment in his eyes: "Every time you appear, Sister Song will be snatched away by you. It was like this before, and it is still like this now."

She had clearly tried very hard to stop the two from meeting each other, but why just couldn't it happen?

"It's always like this. For you, Sister Song even ignored herself. Now she wants to go back with you even if she loses her identity. Why?"

Lin Jin was speechless when asked. She wanted to say that she did not steal Song Shixia, and Song Shixia did not belong to anyone. But for Jing'an, who had known Song Shixia since childhood, she was probably the person who stole Song Shixia's attention shortly after her appearance.

What Jing'an should care about is that although she appeared much later than Jing'an, her position in Song Shixia's heart is more important than Jing'an.

"Jing'an, this has nothing to do with Ajin. That's my home. My brother is my only blood relative left in the world." Song Shixia pulled her hand out of Jing'an's. Her brother and she were each other's last relatives in the world. She had to go back. "Even if I die again tomorrow, I want to see my brother again."

"Sister Shixia, don't talk nonsense!" Lin Jin quickly hugged Song Shixia's hand, her eyes stubborn, "Don't say such things, you won't die."

Song Shixia didn't know whether to laugh or cry at Lin Jin's sensitivity: "Ah Jin, I was just saying that."

"No, I can't say that. I can't say such unlucky words." Lin Jin shook her head frantically. She was most afraid of hearing such words now.

"It's okay if you just want to see him, even if you stay in the palace." Jing'an still didn't understand why Song Shixia wanted to go back even though she knew there might be danger. "He will definitely understand if he knows, and he also hopes that you will be safe."

If I had known this earlier, I would have asked my royal brother to give Sister Song the title of Jingning. This way, the matter would be settled and Sister Song could stay here forever.

"How can it be the same? If I stay here, my brother will no longer be my brother, but an outsider. Even if we know each other well, we still have to avoid suspicion because of the gossips of outsiders." Song Shixia didn't want to become like that. They only had each other as relatives.

The palace servant who was in charge of delivering the message came to Changning Palace, bowed in turn, and looked at Jing'an. Seeing the anger on her face, he quickly lowered his head and said, "Princess, the Prime Minister is already waiting at the East Gate. He also said...he also said that if he hasn't seen Madam in half an hour, he will come to Changning Palace to pick her up in person."

"He's so bold! Even if he's the prime minister, he can't be so rude. Is he going to rob people directly? Is he a bandit?" Jing An stamped his feet in anger, looking at Song Shixia with an even more unwilling look, "Sister Song."

Song Shixia bowed to Jing'an and said, "Since that's the case, Song Er will take his leave."

Song Shixia took Lin Jin away, and Fang Zhining shook his head at Jing'an: "Princess, a forced melon is not sweet, not to mention that Miss Song wants to reunite with her brother and his family, and it is inappropriate for you to obstruct her in every possible way."

Lin Jin felt a little sorry for Jing'an. After all, Jing'an just wanted to protect Song Shixia from the beginning to the end, and did nothing wrong. If it weren't for Jing'an, Song Shixia would not have been able to return safely.

"Sister Shi Xia, aren't we being too cruel to Jing'an by doing this?" Lin Jin felt like Jing'an could burst into tears at any moment.

"Jing'an has always been stubborn. Once he makes up his mind about something, he will not turn back until he hits the wall. If we are not ruthless, you and I may not be able to leave the palace today." Song Shixia knew Jing'an's temper too well. As long as there was a little leeway, Jing'an would not give up.

Song Shiqiu was waiting at the east gate with a horse. Next to him was the carriage commonly used by the Prime Minister's Mansion. Luo Wensheng had already left. He heard footsteps and voices behind him, and knew that Lin Jin had come, so he turned around and looked.

Song Shixia looked at the figure in the distance. His appearance seemed to be no different from what he remembered, but after a closer look, he still saw some differences: "Brother."

Song Shiqiu's pupils shrank slightly, as if he couldn't believe what he saw: "Xia Xia."

[Aren’t you afraid that it will backfire on your loved ones in the future?]

[If Song Er had died, would you still be so calm now?]

Fang Yuzhu's words came true.

Song Shixia smiled and said, "Brother, how come you have aged so much? I can hardly recognize you. You are just like A Jin these past few years. You must be tired."

Song Shiqiu raised his hand, and only when he really touched Song Shixia's head did he confirm that all this was true. Tears suddenly fell from his eyes, and he murmured: "God has mercy on you and Ajin and returned you to me."