"Come carry me on your back," she said, feeling incredibly hot.

"Miss, you mustn't! He's a secret guard!"

A status even lower than that of a servant

"Get out of here! You dare to interfere with me?"

Jia'er, who was not yet an adult, did not know the difference between noble and common, so the Prime Minister raised her to be extremely noble.

“Squat down,” Jia’er tugged at Ling Yi’s clothes. He was taller than his mother’s servant and had no masculine beauty whatsoever.

However, he felt particularly cool.

Ling hesitated for a moment before picking up the girl, after all, he only followed orders.

Now that His Highness the Prince is not here, he now belongs to the girl in front of him.

"Let's go, let's head up the mountain!"

The girl's youthful voice carried a hint of heroic spirit.

Ling Yi silently used his lightness skill and took to the air.

"My God..." Jia'er was shocked. Looking at the servants who had been thrown down below, she hugged Lingyi tightly and asked in surprise.

"You can also fly through the clouds?"

His small eyes were filled with shock and wonder.

Wow...the people around His Highness the Prince are too amazing...they're much better than her amateurish skills.

Ling Yi didn't speak, but just looked at the child in his arms, whose eyes were filled with longing and purity, and his heart was completely unmoved.

This is a small matter.

After about half an hour, Lingyi steadily placed her in the pavilion, where she could admire the cloud-shrouded mountaintop.

"Wow... the wind here is indeed as clear as described in the book," Jia'er said, spreading her arms wide, closing her eyes, and carefully feeling the wind trickle through her fingertips.

This feels so good.

Ling stood silently, watching her in case anything happened.

"Hey, what's your name...?"

Jia'er turned to look at the wooden-faced guard.

He didn't say anything, but kept staring at her.

Jia'er's eyes narrowed. "I am the Prime Minister's eldest daughter. I will be fighting alongside His Highness the Prince in the future!"

"I want to be a majestic and awe-inspiring general!"

Jia'er's eyes shone with a patriotic fighting spirit.

One remained silent.

"Hey, what's your name?" Jia'er circled around him, but the guy was wearing a mask so she couldn't see what he looked like.

I didn't hear him speak, nor did I see him move.

Jia'er glanced at him. "I suppose I'm your master now?"

The other remained silent, like a block of wood.

"Come closer, my scalp is itchy, can you scratch it for me?" Jia'er scratched her head and looked at Ling Yi, but found that he still didn't move.

"Hey, if you see this, scratch it for me!" Why can't this person understand?

As Ling Yi lowered her eyes and looked down, a sly glint flashed in Jia'er's eyes.

In the instant he looked down, he removed his mask, revealing a gruesome knife scar in his eyes.

The fine, deep scars, extending to the bone marrow, appeared on her delicate face, winding like a centipede.

Jia'er was startled, but Yi Feng calmly put on the mask and continued to scratch her head.

"...How did this happen..." Jia'er finally managed to utter a single sentence after a long pause.

After scratching her head, he remained motionless and unresponsive.

Jia'er bit her lip lightly, a delicate face flashing through her mind, marked by a scar.

It must have hurt for a long time...

She must have been in excruciating pain for a long time after accidentally cutting her fingertip; the scar must have been incredibly painful.

“Ling Yi…” A tender female voice rang in his ear. Ling Yi lowered his head and looked at her without saying a word.

"Let me blow on it, and it won't hurt anymore..."

The girl's small hands gripped his black clothes.

Her eyes held a pang of heartache for him, causing his pupils to darken.

A wealthy young lady said to a lowly bodyguard, "I feel sorry for you."

Utterly ridiculous

As the sun set, Dou Shiliu finished his discussion and rose to bid farewell to the Prime Minister.

“Mother…” Jia’er had just come down the mountain. The Prime Minister looked up and saw that she was having a great time.

"Your Highness," the prime minister was startled by his daughter's call.

"Um?"

Just as Dou Shiliu was about to get on the bus, he turned to look at little Jia'er in confusion, "What's wrong?"

The girl awkwardly touched her head, her eyes filled with hesitation, and said, "Could you... give me the other one...?"

The voice was a little soft, and there was a bit of fear, but it was still quite courageous.

Dou Shiliu's delicate eyebrows twitched, and she glanced at the Prime Minister again. "Good."

She has plenty of royal bodyguards; one more won't hurt.

The prime minister was startled by his daughter and hadn't reacted yet when he saw her smiling broadly, her little face full of joy.

He was clearly very happy, but he swallowed his words and decided to let her be.

Ling Yi was momentarily stunned; he didn't want to leave this woman.

His steps did not falter in the slightest; he stared straight at Dou Shiliu.

Go ahead.

As soon as Dou Shiliu finished speaking, he turned and got into the car without looking at him at all.

Ling watched silently, her eyes lowered; she remained as ruthless as ever.

This goddess-like woman is about to marry her true husband…

The man he was jealous of every night…

Dou Shiliu got into the car, his narrow eyes seemingly lost in thought.

"Host, the other one is unwilling."

This kid was picked up by Dou Shiliu on the battlefield.

"But the way he looked at the cannon fodder really bothered me."

Don't let jealousy or anything like that get around her.

She just saved people on a whim, without thinking too much about it. Whether she loved him or not, all she wanted was Xiang Qingjiu.

…

Her Majesty the Empress discovered that her husband was missing, and had secretly run away.

Enraged, she summoned her guards to pursue and capture him.

When Dou Shiliu heard about this, she was still lying in Wen Su's arms, acting coquettishly and taking advantage of him.

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