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The subordinates looked at their noses and their noses looked at their hearts, their faces remained calm, "It was the subordinates who talked too much."

I secretly complained in my heart, Lord, don’t you care?

"My Lord, there is news from the palace that Emperor Cangyu really did not allow anyone to investigate the matter of the Tenth Princess."

"As expected." Duan Rong said nonchalantly.

The subordinate considered and said, "When the Queen sent that nanny to act, our secret agent was beside her the whole time. In fact, we could have found a way to save the Tenth Princess' life."

Although the master wanted to completely depose the Tenth Princess, he did not originally plan to take her life.

Duan Rong's lips curled up into a strange smile, "Are you sorry?"

"I dare not. What I mean is that the Tenth Princess deserves death!"

She didn't deserve to die. Princess Ten planned to use the palace banquet to harm Miss Jiu! She used a very dirty method to send Miss Jiu to her father's bed!

Although this was just an arrangement made by the Tenth Princess, she was killed by the Queen's men before she could put it into action.

But with this kind of thought in mind, even if the Queen doesn't kill the Tenth Princess, the Lord will make her life a living hell!

The subordinates said this not because they regretted the death of the Tenth Princess, but because if the Tenth Princess remained alive, she would be more useful to them.

It will be useful in the future.

But now, let's just die.

The trusted subordinate thought of another thing, "Master, there is one more thing, it is the news from Dajing..."

"The Western Region Holy Church and the forces of Emperor Dajing are secretly looking for Miss Jiu. Should we stop them from finding clues, or..."

Duan Rong narrowed his eyes and said, "No need to intervene." He then said lazily, "When Murong Jiu thinks it's possible for them to find it, they will find it naturally."

"Yes, I understand."

After saying all this, the subordinate still gritted his teeth and asked, "Master, are you going to let Miss Jiu live outside like this?"

Duan Rong narrowed her charming eyes slightly, as if she was smiling, "I think you guys are really too idle all day."

"Your subordinate is too talkative."

However, having said that, in the middle of the night, Duan Rong, who was out on business, flashed by and landed not far from the Prime Minister's Mansion.

In the darkness of night, Duan Rong glanced at the Prime Minister's Mansion.

He spoke softly, "Little girl, you really aren't coming back." It was a deadly sexy voice, filled with the urge to strangle her to death.

Jiuer didn't sleep well in the Prime Minister's Mansion.

When Jiuer finally managed to fall into a drowsy state, the image of a burning fire suddenly emerged in her mind.

A man in a gorgeous black robe stood in the raging fire.

He laughed, frivolous, free and conceited, indifferent to the world.

"Even if I, Murong Shuo, am going to die, that is my own business. Who do you think you are?"

Jiuer tried desperately to reach out and grab it, but she couldn't reach it at all.

Before she could recover from the sight of a man in a black robe being engulfed in the fire, the scene before her eyes turned into a sea of ​​red joy. She was only ten years old and was watching her parents getting married with a smile on her face.

The eldest grandson, who was just two years old, with his icy little face that amazed the world, walked past her and her eldest grandson by holding the hem of his red dress held by his mother, who was smiling like a flower.

So cute.

She was deliberately reaching out to try to tickle Changsun Yu, wanting to get some reaction from this sister who had never spoken a word since she was born, when the red color in front of her eyes suddenly faded and turned into an overwhelming white mourning.

The city walls were hung with mourning banners.

With a tightness in her heart, Jiuer suddenly woke up from her dazed state and sat up abruptly.

In the darkness, Jiuer's eyes were wide open.

Apart from Wang Xiaojin's breathing, the only sounds around him were his own irregular panting.

After a long while, Jiuer pursed her lips and lay back down.

The next day.

As soon as there was a slight noise in the Prime Minister's Mansion, Jiuer opened her eyes again.

At this moment, Wang Xiaojin had just tiptoed out of bed.

Seeing Jiuer sitting up silently, Wang Xiaojin turned around and was startled.

"Sister Jiu, did I wake you up?"

Jiuer covered her mouth, yawned, and shook her head.

"Why are all the people in the Prime Minister's Mansion up so early? They are coming and going, what are they doing?"

Wang Xiaojin didn't know either. She felt a little embarrassed. "Sister Jiu, if you haven't slept enough, sleep a little longer. I'll go out and take a look. I'll... tell them to keep their voices down."

Jiuer raised her eyebrows and smiled, "Will they listen to what you say?"

Wang Xiaojin, "..."

Jiuer had already gotten out of bed swiftly, and patted Wang Xiaojin as she passed by her, "Hahahaha, you're so fun to tease like this."

Of course Wang Xiaojin would not be angry with Jiuer. Jiuer was the first and only person who would tease her without any ill intentions.

"Sister Jiu, please wait for a moment. I'll go get you some water to wash."

Jiuer didn't stop it either.

Wang Xiaojin ran out quickly. Jiuer stood by the window, looking at the various flowers and trees blooming in the yard, and was stunned for a moment.

What happened last night...

Could it be that Su Jingxing's life experience was inexplicably similar to that of her cheap master, or adoptive father, which made her think of the past?

At this moment, Wang Xiaojin came back with a strange look on his face.

Jiuer asked casually while washing up, "What's wrong? Is there something wrong with your Prime Minister's Mansion?"

Wang Xiaojin was a little incredulous and said blankly, "I just heard that the wedding date between my elder sister and Mr. Duan from the General's Mansion has been set!"

She swallowed and said, "Just half a month later! This morning, after Dad announced the news, the entire Prime Minister's Mansion was in a state of chaos."

Jiuer was a little surprised.

Not to mention what happened at the palace banquet yesterday, any court official with some foresight would try to postpone the wedding dates of those arranged by their families, after all, the emperor's daughter had just died.

Even if there was no such thing as a palace banquet, let alone the status of Prime Minister Wang and the Duan family in the General's Mansion, even if they were ordinary families, it would not be possible to get engaged and get married half a month later.

Even if it was a village woman who couldn't afford to eat in the mountains, if she still had a little dignity, she would have to prepare for two or three months...

"What does your father think?"

"I don't know either……"

Wang Xiaojin realized it later and was at a loss.

Jiuer glanced at her, thinking of what she heard last night about the substitutionary marriage, and lowered her voice and asked, "Are you really going to be a substitute for Wang Sisi?"

"Well, I have to do this for my mother on the farm. If I mess it up or don't do it, my mother and I will have no place to live."

Jiuer sighed, "The Prime Minister's wife and Wang Sisi said that you are smart, and you are simple-minded. Even if there is nothing wrong with you, the Prime Minister can't do anything after the incident. Why don't you think about whether you will be held accountable for the time you married into the family?"

Wang Xiaojin thought of the 'Duan Rong' whom he had met at the palace banquet. After hearing what Jiuer said, he became so nervous that he subconsciously bit his lips tightly.

Jiuer was speechless when she saw it.

"I'm just saying this casually. Don't be afraid. Duan Rong isn't that difficult to talk to. I'm just asking you, do you like Duan Rong? Do you really want to marry him?"

Wang Xiaojin was silent for a while, "My mother said that as a woman, I am not qualified to choose what I like or not..."

"Bullshit! Er... I'm not talking about your mother. I'm saying this concept is bullshit. What's the point of getting married if you don't love the person?"

"Anyway, just tell me whether you are willing to marry Duan Rong or not."

Wang Xiaojin lowered his head, "Sister Jiu, I have no choice."

He raised his head again and tried to smile at Jiu'er, "I have already realized and prepared for this. There is no free lunch in the world. This is the price I have to pay. Sister Jiu, you don't have to worry about me."

"Even if Duan Rong is difficult to get along with, after I marry him, I just need to be filial to my elders, serve him well, behave myself, and not bother him. I think he should be willing to give me a bite to eat..."

Jiuer really couldn't bear to see her look so disappointed in him, "Wang Xiaojin, wake up a little. If you want you and your mother to live a good life, you don't have to just obey the Prime Minister's wife and Wang Sisi."

"If you want, I can let the Prime Minister only like you two. I can only favor you, my daughter, and let your mother take the position of the Prime Minister's wife. That's fine."

"I know you are very capable, sister Jiu. You can use drugs or something to influence and control my father's personality, so that he will only like me as his daughter. But sister Jiu..."

Wang Xiaojin's eyes were moist. "I think Dad really likes and cares about me as his daughter. Even if he doesn't care, I don't want to embarrass him. I don't want to hurt him and make him become someone else. He..."

She blinked, turned her head away and quietly wiped away her tears, "He is my father..."

Jiuer moved her lips as she was about to speak, but nothing came out.

The sensitive Wang Xiaojin noticed her unusual silence and immediately became concerned, "Sister Jiu, what's wrong with you?"

Jiuer narrowed her eyes, and her eyes curved into little crescents when she smiled, making her eyes almost completely invisible.

"Nothing, it's just that I miss my dad a little bit."

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