Qing Dynasty Rebirth: The Young Eighth Prince Consort's Lazy Daily Life

Note: This is not historical fiction, so please do not scrutinize the historical accuracy! It's just a sweet romance story!

At the age of two, Qing Rou, with her chubby little fingers, ma...

Chapter 143 She's Going to Be Killed

She was quite surprised when her cousin mentioned this to her, but now isn't it a ready-made template?

She didn't know where her cousin had gotten so many stories, and they were all getting more and more outrageous. She was really worried about her cousin's future development and whether these things would affect him.

"If Aunt hasn't made up her mind yet, she can think about it... or she can let Zhuzhu do it, and Zhuzhu can ask my maternal grandmother!"

Consort Yi instinctively wanted to speak up and stop this matter, as it was a scandal within their family, and how could they casually gossip about it?

And it would be troubling Zhuzhu's maternal grandmother...

After all, Consort Yi always felt somewhat indebted to them, so she was definitely unwilling to cause them trouble at this time...

but…

Consort Yi was tempted. If she really wanted to marry her younger sister to some talented young man in the capital, Zhu Zhu's maternal grandmother would probably be the best choice. After all, as the highly respected Princess An, her judgment of people and her network of connections were unmatched by anyone else she chose.

Jingrou saw that her aunt was moved and immediately told her, "I will secretly go to my maternal grandmother about this. Even if something goes wrong or something unexpected happens in the middle, it will have nothing to do with you, Aunt... But Zhuzhu is also sad when she sees her little aunt looking like that!" She winked playfully.

Consort Yi patted her head and then gently hugged her. How could she be so lovable? Not only was she sensible and cute, but she also had a very insightful personality.

Despite her young age, she's incredibly clever and resourceful, always managing to solve all sorts of problems for her. Who wouldn't like a girl like that?

Consort Yi had hoped more than once that the little girl in front of her was her daughter.