Zhao Song only knew that she was skilled in both literature and martial arts, but there was one more thing he didn't know: Zhao Qiaoqiao also knew hypnosis.

As long as someone is looking into her eyes, she will fall into a hypnotic state in no time.

"Princess Longxiang, who are your parents? What is your surname?"

“My master said that when I turn twelve, he will tell me who my parents are.”

“Oh, so it’s a wild child…” Zhao Qiaoqiao looked at her slender fingertips with a leisurely air, and suddenly asked, “Does His Majesty transform on the night of the full moon?”

Jiutian didn't reply for a while. Zhao Qiaoqiao looked closely at her eyes. Although she couldn't see clearly through the mask, the princess was indeed in a daze.

Just in case, Zhao Qiaoqiao immediately whispered to Jiutian, "I really want to marry your uncle, so I want to know more details. I'm not asking about His Majesty."

"My uncle is the most handsome man in the world, no one can compare. My uncle is handsome day and night, he's handsome even when he's eating and sleeping..."

"..." Zhao Qiaoqiao continued gently, "What does Your Majesty usually like to eat?"

"Not a picky eater."

Zhao Qiaoqiao couldn't get anything out of him, so she lifted the hypnosis. Just then, Madam Zhao and Song Yuanzhi arrived.

"Mother, what brings you here?" Zhao Qiaoqiao bowed and took out a wooden box from the cabinet, calling Jiutian over. "Princess, look at these little clay figures."

Jiutian shook his little head and muttered, "Huh, why am I dizzy?"

Seeing that box of clay figurines, each one so endearing and lifelike, I was absolutely delighted.

"Wow~ It's so beautiful!" Jiutian touched the box repeatedly, unable to put it down.

Looking at Jiutian like this, Madam Zhao and Song Yuanzhi thought to themselves that she was still just a child, and a bunch of little clay figures had attracted her like this.

“Young Miss, since the princess likes these little clay figurines so much, why don’t you give them to her?” Madam Zhao didn’t think much of it; it was just a box of little clay figurines.

Zhao Qiaoqiao simply smiled and asked Jiutian, "Does the princess like it?"

"like."

"How about I offer the princess a clay sculptor?"

"Really?" Jiutian's eyes lit up, then he shook his head. "I can't just take people in; my uncle will be angry."

"Don't worry, the craftsman is my servant. If he goes with the princess, he can make whatever she wants."

Jiutian clapped his hands and said, "Okay, okay, I must be nice to him and ask him to make lots and lots of little clay figures for me."

"Nonsense!" Madam Zhao roared. "Zhao Qiaoqiao, do you know what you're doing? How can you send people to the princess's side so recklessly?"

Jiutian waved his little hand and said, "The craftsman is Miss Zhao's servant, so he must be a servant of the prefect. This person must be reliable."

"Princess, you can't say that. What if that person is unreliable and it's bad for you..."

"That's easy. Miss Zhao is highly skilled in martial arts; he definitely can't escape. Besides, isn't there the Prefect?"

Madam Zhao became even more anxious. If something went wrong, it would affect the entire prefectural government!

Zhao Qiaoqiao looked at Madam Zhao with shimmering eyes, on the verge of tears: "Mother, although you are not my biological mother, I am still a daughter of the Zhao family. You cannot ruin my reputation."

Madam Zhao sneered, "Don't you know whether you're a young lady or not?"

Zhao Qiaoqiao's eyes reddened instantly. The sight of a beautiful woman shedding tears was particularly heartbreaking. She said softly, "Mother is good to her daughter. I will remember that."

Seeing that she had given in, Madam Zhao didn't know what to say. After sitting for a while, she said to Jiutian, "Would the princess like to go play in the young mistress's courtyard for a while?"

Jiutian shook his head and said, "I want to see the clay figurines here with Miss, and then I'll go over."

Left with no other choice, Song Yuanzhi and Madam Zhao had to leave.

As they walked ahead, Zhao Qiaoqiao, with tears in her eyes, asked Jiutian, "Would the princess look down on me?"

No, it doesn't.

"But I am not favored by my mother, simply because my mother comes from a humble background, and I can only pick up what others have left over."

"Miss, don't be sad, everything will be alright."

Zhao Qiaoqiao nodded and said to Cuiyu, "Go and tell Tanran that Princess Longxiang likes the clay figurines he made and wants him to follow the princess from now on."

Cuiyu responded and went out to deliver the message.

Less than half an hour later, Cuiyu reported to Zhao Qiaoqiao: "Miss, Tanran has arrived."

Jiutian looked at the man; he was quite tall, only in his early twenties, and rarely smiled.

"Young Miss." Tan Ran bowed respectfully with her eyes lowered.

"Tanran, Princess Longxiang really likes the clay figurines you made. From now on, you will follow the princess."

Tan Ran respectfully knelt before Zhao Qiaoqiao and said, "Thank you for taking care of me all these years, Miss. I will never forget it."

Jiutian tilted his head and asked, "Tanran, how long have you been Miss Zhao's servant?"

Before Tan Ran could speak, Zhao Qiaoqiao said with a smile, "Princess, don't worry, he's absolutely reliable. He was adopted by the Zhao family when he was five years old, and he's twenty-three now. He became a servant in my courtyard when he was eight, and later, he became skilled at sculpting clay figures, so he stayed at my estate."

"Oh, it's been eighteen years. Is there a contract of servitude?"

"have."

Tan Ran handed over her indenture to Jiu Tian.

Jiutian looked at the contract of sale and said, "Tanran, if you are reluctant to leave the young lady, that's fine. I'll just have a clay figurine made at your place."

Zhao Qiaoqiao laughed and said, "How could that be? He'd be overjoyed to be able to do things for the princess. How could he be unwilling?"

Tan Ran immediately kowtowed to Jiu Tian and said, "This servant is willing to serve the princess."

Jiutian smiled and took the contract from him, looking at it over and over.

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