Yan Ling held his stomach and sat on the haystack, staring eagerly outside the cell. It was pitch black, and occasionally he could hear the prison guards talking and laughing from the end of the cell.

"Hello, brothers. Let's go. Oops, you lose again."

"Have a drink, have a drink, keep going."

"The people from the Tiansheng Dynasty couldn't have forgotten about us, right? Those jailers were ignoring us and drinking. They really aren't afraid that we'll escape from prison." Yan Ling curled his lips.

The three messengers were ashamed-_-||

Yang Lei's face darkened. "Prince, do you still have the energy to escape from prison? We don't even have the strength to run."

"Oh, it's the little princess and the ninth prince. We are here to greet the little princess and the ninth prince."

Yan Ling was startled, "Listen, listen, Di Jiaoyang is here, hahahaha, I told you, she will definitely be unable to resist and beg us to get out. You see, I was right."

The three messengers gave Yan Ling a thumbs up, "Your Highness, your calculations are really accurate."

Yang Lei didn't quite believe it, but he couldn't help but face the facts.

Before, the prince's good things always didn't work, but bad things always worked. Why is it the other way around today?

After Di Rongjing and Abao left Shuihua Palace together, Abao happily took Di Rongjing straight to the Heavenly Prison.

Along the way, Abao was very happy, humming little songs and jumping around as if he was going to the market.

Di Rongjing followed his sister with a grin on his face all the way, but unfortunately he couldn't speak, otherwise he would have hummed little tunes with his sister.

"Di Jiuyang, you're finally here. Let me tell you, I won't go out. There is absolutely no way I can go out!" Yan Ling was almost starving to death, but the moment he saw Di Jiuyang, he forced himself to cheer up and said something very arrogant.

Po:?

[No, this guy must be seriously ill! If he doesn't want to go out, then he won't go out. Why is he insisting on this to me? Does he think I came to the prison to let him out?]

"I know." Po nodded his head seriously.

Yan Ling continued to hold his chin high, "Even if you beg me, I won't go out!"

"I know."

Yan Ling paused deliberately to give A Bao enough time to speak, however, the prison was very quiet.

Yan Ling was confused. Why didn't Di Jiaoyang say anything? Why was he nodding vigorously?

"Um...I'm hungry."

"I know."

"Then serve me a plate of grilled chicken and a bowl of soup. Hmm... that's it for now."

"puff--"

Po chuckled, revealing his little white teeth.

At the age of one and a half, all teeth have not grown in yet, and when he smiles, his gums are still flesh-colored.

"Uncle, can you open the door?"

The jailers liked Po very much, and she was a noble little princess, so they were so happy to hear her call them uncle.

I have been a jailer all my life, but I never thought that the little princess would think so highly of me.

Yan Ling winked at the three messengers and Yang Lei, and sat upright like a lord.

Look.

I told you, Di Jiaoyang will definitely come to me for help!

Hurry, beg me, beg me!

"Brother Nine, beat him up."

Yan Ling stared, "What? Wait, you you you..."

I'm not here to beg him, I'm here to beat him up.

Yang Lei held his forehead with his hand, "Prince, it has come to this, you should stop daydreaming. You should first think about how to ask the little princess to let us out."

"Di Jiaoyang, you're not really going to do this, are you?"

"Don't worry, my Ninth Brother's beatings don't hurt. They will faint after just one slap. It will be over very quickly."

"Why...why did you have to knock me out?"

Po smiled and asked, "Are you dizzy?"

"Stop hitting me, I'm afraid of the pain." Yan Ling felt aggrieved.

Po put his hands on his hips and said, "No, I have to faint."

"Wait, you don't have to do anything, I can do it myself!"

Yang Lei's eyes widened, "Your Highness, how do you want to do it yourself..."

"Boom"

Yan Ling's head hit the fence and he was knocked unconscious.

Di Rongjing: “…”

Yang Lei: “…”

Prince, you really have a solution.

A Bao was very satisfied, his eyes rolled around, Yang Lei and the three messengers looked at each other, "No need for the little princess to do anything, we can do it ourselves."

"Boom boom boom"

Four people followed the words of the spirit.

[Oh, these four people are really loyal to their master, and they saved the Ninth Brother from having to take action.]

Di Rongjing looked at Abao in surprise. What did their sister want them to do?

A Bao walked to Yan Ling with his short legs, opened his collar, and exposed his collarbone. On his skin, there was a complex and ancient black mark.

[There is indeed a soul-locking seal on the Word Spirit]

A Bao's little hand gently pulled on Yan Ling's body, and the soul-locking mark immediately cracked.

Yan Ling seemed to be in some pain and frowned slightly.

Fortunately, he was dizzy.

A small ball emitting spiritual light was peeled out from the soul-locking mark by Po.

[The missing soul of the Ninth Brother has finally been found]

[When I first saw the Word Spirit in Crescent Moon Village, I had already noticed something, except that the Word Spirit had an extra spirit. He has three souls and eight spirits.]

[Someone used the Soul-Locking Mark to lock the lost soul of the Ninth Brother into the body of the Word Spirit]

Di Rongjing was young and didn't know what the Soul-Locking Mark was. He just thought his sister was amazing and seemed to know everything.

A Bao passed the soul to Rong Jing, and Rong Jing felt a buzzing in his head, as if countless voices were entering his brain.

Extremely chaotic.

When that soul entered his body from his forehead, Emperor Rong Jing fainted.

…

Shuihua Palace.

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When Di Rongjing woke up again, it was already late at night.

He rubbed his swollen head and smelled the smell of barbecue in the room.

"Hmm, it smells good." Di Rongjing saw a chubby little figure moving behind the chair.

Even, there was smoke...

"Sister, you are drooling. I feel like it's not a good idea for us to have a barbecue while your ninth brother is unconscious."

But mother is still outside the door.

"Okay, okay, then when Brother Nine wakes up, he can eat with us."

"Sister, is there a share for me too?" Di Rongjing stood aside.

"Ninth brother, you woke up just in time." Di Zian didn't expect Di Rongjing to wake up so quickly.

The door opened, and Concubine Chun and Concubine De walked in from outside.

A Bao was startled, "Oh, Mom is here, hurry up, hide Rourou..."

"Emperor Bao!"

No matter how fast the three of them moved, they were not as fast as Concubine De.

"You two, no, three little bastards, grilling kebabs in the main hall at night! Wait, when did Rong Jing wake up?"

Di Rongjing lowered his head and protected Abao behind him, "Aunt Defei, don't blame me. I just wanted to give me some barbecue. She did it because she loves me..."

"Can you speak?"

Di Rongjing was suddenly startled and covered his mouth. Yes, he could actually speak!

Concubine Chun rushed over excitedly and held Di Rongjing in her arms, "Jing'er."

"Mother." Di Rongjing tried to open his mouth, and sure enough, he could clearly say what he wanted to say in his heart.

"Really? My Jing'er can talk now. Wuwuwu, yiyiyi, call me mother again, call me mother again."