Xiaofu and Anjiu were eagerly waiting, but after some time, Xiaofu was about to fall asleep again, and the emperor had not returned.

Jiang Sheng came, and when he saw An Jiu, he asked, "Isn't my cousin back yet?"

An Jiu: "..."

She shook her head. “No.”

Seeing that Jiang Sheng looked unhappy, An Jiu asked, "Where is His Majesty?"

Jiang Sheng hesitated: "Something happened, he ran away."

An Jiu was shocked: "Run away? Where did he run to?"

Jiang Sheng shook his head: "I don't know."

If he knew, would he come back to look for her?

Jiang Sheng was about to leave when An Jiu stopped him.

"What happened? There are assassins outside. What if he runs out alone and faints and gets into danger?"

Although the tyrant has high military power, he may faint suddenly. Besides, the emperor and the Chu assassins have not been captured yet. If the emperor encounters him alone, no matter how powerful he is, he cannot beat four hands with two fists. What should he do if he is in danger?

The more An Jiu thought about it, the more frightened he became.

"Why aren't you looking at him?"

Jiang Sheng turned his head and looked at An Jiu, narrowing his eyes slightly.

This little kid is really brave. He looked quite timid at first...

An Jiu frowned: "Why are you looking at me? Go find someone."

I am really impressed. None of the secret guards in the palace have 뇾.

Jiang Sheng nodded: "...Okay."

In fact, Lin San and the others had already gone out.

But whether or not one can find it is another matter.

He sighed.

I've gotten used to it and become numb to it.

An Jiu was always worried. She wondered what would happen if the tyrant ran up the mountain, fainted, and was eaten by wild beasts?

Then he thought, what if he was caught by the Chu people and tortured? The emperor, this coward, is most afraid of pain.

Although the little tyrant is relatively strong, there is no need to punish him, as he is still a child.

Xiaofu said helplessly: "Xiaojiu, calm down, you're making me dizzy."

An Jiu looked at him expressionlessly.

Xiaofu raised his hands and made a surrender gesture: "My fault, my fault, I shouldn't have said that to you, turn around."

An Jiu exhaled.

Xiaofu touched his smooth chin and said, "But don't worry too much. Your Majesty always ran away by himself and it was fine."

An Jiu said: "That's because I'm here. If I wasn't here, who would take care of him if he fainted?"

Xiaofu: "..."

Your Majesty is such a man after all, and still so strong...

An Jiu's heart was in turmoil.

The tyrant was indeed running around the capital at this time. He felt a sense of anger in his heart, which made him feel uncomfortable.

He thought again of the night his mother died.

The ghost with a white face came in, killed the mother, and then sat on the chair.

He smelled a fragrance coming from that person.

The man didn't say anything. He just stared at the corpse for a while, then started looking at him...

That kind of fear makes people feel creepy just thinking about it.

He fell asleep and when he woke up, the man was gone. He saw the body of his mother, which had been eaten by rats.

He was terrified and wanted to run away, so he moved a little...

Then, a pale and strange face appeared upside down...

He said: "Little Emperor, I caught you..."

The tyrant quickened his pace.

There seemed to be a lot of things in my head, like germinating seeds, just waiting for an opportunity to burst out...

The wind whistled past my ears, and finally the tyrant came to a place.

This is……

"Why are you here?" someone asked him.

He didn't know, he came down from the roof and tilted his head to look at the person in front of him.

The man smiled and said, "Ah Jiang, go prepare something to eat."

Ah Jiang hesitated, for he was afraid that if he left, the tyrant would harm his master.

The man smiled and said, "It's okay. He and I... haven't reached that stage yet."

So A Jiang left.

Prince Jing was dressed in white, which made him look even worse. He was like a thin piece of paper that would break if pulled lightly. He was also like a ghost in the dark night, light and weightless...

"Why did you run out alone? Did something happen in the palace?"

The tyrant remained silent.

Prince Jing was not in a hurry. Ah Jiang served tea and snacks. He looked at the tyrant quietly. Usually he would eat a lot, but today, he did not eat...

This is rare.

"The ghost is dead." The tyrant suddenly said to Prince Jing.

Prince Jing paused: "What the hell?"

The tyrant continued, "That ghost is dead."

Prince Jing is the emperor...

He was a little surprised and a little incredulous.

Then he looked at the tyrant.

"Which one? Are you the one on my body or the one in the palace?"

The tyrant said seriously: "The ghost in the palace who killed my mother is dead."

Prince Jing narrowed his eyes.

Is Qiao Dong dead?

He actually underestimated the emperor.

I think he came out because he knew the truth of what happened back then.

Prince Jing looked at the tyrant curiously, very carefully, as if the tyrant was not a human being, but a particularly rare item.

How clever.

Prince Jing sighed.

In fact, it's still a little smarter.

Ah Jiang brought some cakes, which were the tyrant's favorite brown sugar cakes.

The tyrant took a bite and spat it out.

"It's not as delicious as Xiaojiu's."

Prince Jing looked at him with amusement: "Is Xiaojiu good at everything?"

The tyrant nodded.

Xiaojiu is the best.

He missed Xiaojiu.

After saying this, he stood up and was about to leave.

He wants to go back to find Xiaojiu.

He has a lot to say to Xiaojiu.

I only told Xiaojiu.

When he was about to leave the door, he suddenly turned around and looked at Prince Jing: "I don't want to kill him anymore."

Prince Jing instantly understood that this 'he' was the emperor.

"Then you will lose Xiaojiu forever. Are you willing to let it go?"

Are you willing to do so?

The tyrant asked himself this question.

He couldn't bear to do it.

He was so reluctant to leave.

He didn't want to disappear, he wanted to be with Xiaojiu.

A voice seemed to keep telling him that if he killed the ghost, everything would be his...

…

An Jiu waited until midnight, she heard footsteps, this sound was familiar to her.

A tyrant...

Although the tyrant was an adult, he still walked like a child. His footsteps were very obvious, and An Jiu could recognize them as soon as he heard them.

She ran out and saw the tyrant standing in the yard. Like a thief who had been discovered, he quickly looked away.

It seems that now, others can no longer see him.

An Jiu found it a little funny, but he heaved a sigh of relief in his heart.

He is fine.

"Where have you been running to?" Anjiu came over and took the Tyrant's hand. The Tyrant looked at their hands and then looked at Anjiu.

"Xiaojiu!"

It sounds very aggrieved.

An Jiu nodded: "It's okay."

She stood on tiptoe and patted the tyrant's head.

After entering the house, the tyrant hid under the quilt, with only his curly head exposed, looking at Anjiu. Anjiu looked at him with amusement: "What's wrong?"

The tyrant said: "Xiaojiu, I seem to have grown up."

An Jiu nodded: "Yes, it has grown."

The tyrant hummed: "Yes, there are still some things I can't figure out."

An Jiu said: "Then think about it slowly, you will figure it out eventually."

In fact, she couldn't figure it out, let alone how to comfort him.

The tyrant hummed again and looked at An Jiu with his eyes wide open.

"Xiaojiu, how come you know everything? That's amazing."

An Jiu thought, the little tyrant is still the most beloved. If she were the emperor, he would definitely think she is stupid and a fool.

Thinking of this, An Jiu couldn't help but smile.

The tyrant smiled at her, reached out his hand and pinched her face, then crawled under the quilt like a thief and covered his head with it.