The current commander of the Embroidered Uniform Guard is Jiang Tianxin. The young girl wears a flying fish robe every day, holding her little neck high, and she looks quite dashing.

After Long'er bestowed an official title upon her, she and her younger brother went to the place where the Jiang family had been massacred years ago and retrieved their parents' remains.

She stood in front of the memorial tablet and circled around it several times.

"Mother, did you see that?"

"Flying Fish Robe, your daughter is now the Commander of the Embroidered Uniform Guard."

"A third-rank official, am I impressive?"

“I’m even more powerful than Grandpa. Being a rich girl is boring, being an official is. Don’t worry, in a few years I will make a contribution and I will ask for an imperial decree for you. Then you can compare with my aunts and concubines in the afterlife, and they will definitely be angry.”

"mother."

As Jiang Tianxin finished speaking, she choked up and called out "Mother."

Tears streamed down her cheeks, wetting the crimson silk, making the spot where the tears fell appear even darker.

“I will definitely live well, live happily, and live freely. You can watch from below and I will definitely make you proud.”

How could I not think of my mother?

Back then, her father had many concubines, and she and her younger brother grew up with their mother. She was already six years old when the Chiang family was destroyed, and she remembers things clearly.

She still remembers the scene when her family encountered bandits during their exile. Her mother hid her and her younger brother in the hem of her skirt and protected them with her body.

In the end, only the two of them were taken back to Zhanchen Tower by their senior brothers and sisters, while her mother died right in front of her.

Today is the first day of work for the Commander of the Embroidered Uniform Guard: to openly investigate whether the Minister of Personnel has committed treason.

The swords had completely surrounded the Shen residence. Such a commotion required an explanation to the people, to tell them why the Shen residence was surrounded.

The girl in flying fish robes, carrying a sword, searched the capital for clues. In the past few days, everyone in the court was like a frightened bird.

A new emperor has just ascended the throne, a new emperor who has recovered the grasslands and beheaded the commander-in-chief of Da'an.

The swift and decisive measures were predictable.

However, the people of Beijing still went out as usual, and the main street was bustling with activity.

Huo Xiaolong and Xu Qiushui, sitting in a private room on the top floor of the restaurant, looked down at the scene below with great pleasure.

"Long'er, is there something you want to ask me out today?"

Instead of summoning her, he directly invited her out for dinner.

It's not a good thing.

From childhood to adulthood, Huo Xiaolong would only treat her to a meal when he wanted her to pay for it.

Long'er, dressed in casual clothes, hummed and groaned for a long time, unsure how to begin.

Yesterday, the secret guard came over and told her that the man Xu Qiushui bought was a prince of Da'an who had been living away from home, and that many groups of people within Da'an were now contacting him.

While contacting him, I also contacted Minister Wei of the Ministry of Rites.

How should I put it?

This woman has a bit of a yandere side; she'll go crazy if she finds out she's been tricked.

"Um……"

"explain!"

The girl pouted, but she still couldn't say anything.

"See for yourself."

Long'er pointed to the back of the wall, and the girl took down the painting on the wall, which had a small hole in it.

From here you can see what's happening in the other private room.

Xu Qiushui got up and stepped forward, seeing her man just entering the room through the small hole.

She turned around, mouthing a question in her hand:

"Zihuan?"

Huo Xiaolong nodded.

All that could be heard from the stranger in the next private room was:

"Seventh Prince, we have sent you dozens of letters, why haven't you replied?"

Zi Huan sat there, looking around, feeling somewhat uncomfortable. He wanted to go back to the room where Qiu Shui had locked him up.

The room was very nice; he usually kept the curtains closed. He lived a life of luxury, and the servants treated him with great respect.

Instead of being like the one in front of me, doing the work of a servant while speaking the words of a master.

The man was handsome with deep-set eyes, so he must have foreign ancestry.

Because his birth mother was a foreign dancer, the seventh prince suffered abuse in the palace from a young age and was sent to another country as a hostage.

If he lives a miserable life in his own home, it's even worse in other people's homes.

Xu Qiushui bought him on her way to do business. So what if he was a prince? He was still being bought and sold like an object.

But the woman with red lips who reached out her hand to him was different; she was beautiful and tall.

She had a baby face and came to me wearing a scarlet cloak.

Treat yourself to a life of luxury and indulge in excessive pampering.

that's all,

very good.

It would be best if it remained like this.

Zi Huan remembered that a month after he arrived at the house, Xu Qiushui locked him up in anger because he had said an extra word to a young woman who sold things outside.

The woman bit the flesh on his shoulder and said somewhat maniacally:

"You are not allowed to talk to anyone else, nor are you allowed to look at anyone else. You are mine. You can only look at me, and your heart and eyes can only have me."

Upon hearing this, Zi Huan's eyes lit up, and he felt all the blood rushing to his heart and mind.

She cares about me.

She likes me.

She said, "I am hers."

Thinking of Xu Qiushui, Zi Huan stood up and said:

"If you don't want to go back, then don't. I have things to do, I'm leaving."

"Seventh Prince!"

The man was stopped by several burly men.

"Seventh Prince, you will soon be the only prince left in Da'an. When that time comes, you can smoothly ascend the throne. You can also take that woman away and make her a concubine. As long as you cooperate with us, the entire Da'an will be yours, and the world is not out of the question."

Zi Huan shook his head, not wanting to waste too much time arguing with them, and said:

"Not interested."

"If the Seventh Prince steps out of this room today, you can expect to be collecting that woman's corpse tomorrow."

Upon hearing this, the man straightened up.

Turn around and look at the person who spoke.

Zi Huan's clothes today were chosen by Xu Qiushui. He was very obedient and wore whatever Xu Qiushui told him to wear.

The white silk embroidery with gold thread, the jade crown on his head, and the man's handsome features made him look like a dashing and debonair young gentleman.

However, this young master has a rather bad temper.

He stepped forward,

He picked up the small fruit knife from the table.

It swung towards the throat of the person who spoke.

Perhaps because the people around didn't react in time, blood suddenly spurted high into the air.

It's also possible that the people around him thought that the Seventh Prince, whom everyone could bully, wouldn't make a move, and that's why they're still the same as before.

Zi Huan put down his knife.

Those deep eyes, just like her mother's, blinked, and she said in a calm, unwavering tone:

“I don’t care who you are or what you want from me. If you ruin my good life, none of you will survive.”

He just doesn't leave the house often.

Who is Qiu Shui on good terms with?

Whom are you working for?

He knew everything perfectly well.

She was a ray of light in his dark life; she was the only one he was willing to put his heart into, and he would only ever acknowledge her for the rest of his life.