Chapter 413 If she doesn’t avenge this, she won’t be named Zhuang!
Ziheng pursed his lips and said in a muffled voice, "She doesn't like Jiaojiao."
"Who?" Jiaojiao was confused.
Then, the little girl reacted and pinched her waist with both hands, angrily saying: "No, Jiaojiao is so cute, second brother is bad!"
She grabbed Ziheng's hand and shook it gently, saying a little aggrievedly, "Second brother is lying."
Ziheng opened his mouth and was about to speak when he heard Ziyan chuckle and said, "Of course he lied to you."
He put down his book and walked over. He raised his hand to wipe the little pearls from the corners of Jiaojiao's eyes and asked with a smile, "How old is Jiaojiao this year?"
Jiaojiao held up three fingers and was about to speak when she used her other hand to pry her pinky finger free from under her thumb. She said confidently, "Jiaojiao is four years old this year!"
Zi Yan laughed, pinched her face and said, "You're four years old, why are you still crying?"
Recalling her third brother's previous mockery of her for crying without shame, Jiaojiao snorted coldly and raised her chin, saying, "What's wrong with crying? I'm crying. Hit me if you dare!"
Zi Yan tapped her forehead lightly with his finger, "Naughty."
"Wow! Big brother is hitting someone!" Jiaojiao covered her forehead and shouted exaggeratedly.
If you don’t know, you would really think that Zi Yan, the big brother, hit her too hard and hurt her.
Jiaojiao covered her forehead with her hands, leaving a gap between her chubby fingers as she secretly observed the expressions of her two brothers.
Seeing that they were just standing there looking at her, without any intention of coaxing her, she suddenly felt bored.
She put her hands down, pouted and said aggrievedly: "Big brother and second brother are bad, they don't love Jiaojiao anymore, Jiaojiao wants to go find daddy and auntie!"
She made a move to go out, but she saw out of the corner of her eye that the two men had no intention of stopping her, and she immediately became anxious.
"Big brother, second brother, you really don't care about Jiaojiao anymore?"
The little girl pouted and her eyes soon turned red. The little pearls under her eyes seemed to be about to fall out. She looked so pitiful.
Ziheng was soft-hearted. He sighed softly and pulled her over. He wiped her tears and said, "Big brother scared Jiaojiao."
Zi Yan raised his eyebrows, "Did I really scare you?"
He was in a hurry just now, and when he put Jiaojiao down, his hands were obviously weak and he had no strength left. It was obvious that he had been holding her all the way without letting go.
Fortunately, Jiaojiao is still young and doesn’t know how to write the word “fear”.
Otherwise, I would be scared to death by this kid.
Ziheng pursed his lips and said nothing, but there was a hint of nervousness in his eyes.
Did he really scare his sister just now?
Just when he was feeling uneasy and struggling over whether to ask a doctor for a checkup, he heard his sister say crisply, "It was just big brother who scared him!"
The little girl hugged her second brother's legs and said aggrievedly: "Big brother is scary, Jiaojiao is scared."
Zi Yan: “…”
He's not that scary.
Hearing his sister's fair words, Ziheng couldn't help but straighten his back and repeated with a serious expression: "Brother, Jiaojiao is scared."
Zi Yan nodded his chin and called out, "Come here, send Miss Jiaojiao to find the Third Young Master."
Jiaojiao suddenly widened her eyes, and the tears that had been held back began to well up in her eyes again.
Just as it was about to fall, he heard his eldest brother say in a gentle voice, "Let the third young master take Miss Jiaojiao to the street and buy her favorite almond cakes."
Hearing about almond pastry, Jiaojiao immediately forced back her tears, and asked with sparkling eyes, "Really? Big brother doesn't lie?"
"When has Big Brother ever lied to you?"
Hearing this, Jiaojiao nodded hurriedly, turned around and ran out.
While running, she shouted, "Big brother is the best, Jiaojiao likes big brother the most!"
Zi Yan couldn't help but smile as he listened. He glanced at his second brother who was silently clenching his fists, and said with a light cough, "Don't take children's words seriously."
Ziheng responded softly and turned to leave.
Zi Yan called him and lowered his voice, "Tell me in detail what you just said."
After listening to Ziheng's concise retelling, Ziyan's face turned extremely cold.
He clenched his long, bony fingers tightly, endured it again and again, and finally said, "Just pretend you don't know about this matter, and don't show any inappropriateness in front of the third brother and the little sister.
Especially Princess Huayang, avoid her if you can for the next few days. It's best not to be in her presence until Daddy comes back. She can't hide your thoughts from her."
Ziheng nodded and asked, "Where's Daddy?"
"Don't worry about Daddy, I'll go talk to him."
Thinking of something, Zi Yan patted his brother's shoulder and said earnestly: "Now that Daddy's old injury has healed, he has blocked other people's way. I don't know how many eyes in the capital are staring at the palace, waiting to catch the palace's mistakes.
You and I are not Daddy's biological children, so we must be more careful about our words and actions from now on. We must not bring shame to the Jin Palace and become a scapegoat for others to use to attack Daddy."
Fearing that these words were too profound, he was about to explain them in plain language when his second brother, who was always taciturn, said helplessly, "Brother, I am not a fool."
Zi Yan was startled, then said with a look of relief: "Big brother has never missed you so much, and father also has high hopes for you."
Ziheng pursed his lips, lowered his eyes and said nothing.
*
Because there were several children traveling with us, they were either carsick or suffering from acclimatization problems, so the convoy returning to Beijing was moving extremely slowly.
The journey that should have taken half a month ended up taking more than a month.
The carriage was bumpy and there were many people riding in it. They didn't eat or sleep well for a month, and everyone in the group lost a lot of weight.
Especially Zhuang Shihan, who had lived a life of luxury and had never suffered any hardship even in the military camp, had dull eyes and a haggard face.
She held onto the carriage window frame, and when she saw the shadow of the city wall, her eyes lit up for a moment, and she murmured, "We're here, finally."
If you listen carefully, you can even hear a hint of crying in the voice.
I was traveling with four half-grown children along the way. Not only did I not eat or sleep well, but one of the children also vomited on me from time to time.
The clothes she had brought with her were no longer changeable. What she was wearing now was a ready-made garment she had bought in a town along the way. Not only were the colors old-fashioned, but the fabric was also rough, making her body itchy and painful.
If she didn't arrive soon, she was afraid that she would be exhausted to death on the road.
Thinking of the friendly faces in the capital, the sumptuous meals, and the soft bed covered with brocade quilts in the Duke's Mansion, Zhuang Shihan wanted to cry even more.
When she returns to the Duke's Mansion, she will tell her father about the unfair treatment she has received along the way, and ask him to seek justice for her in front of His Majesty.
And that Dehai!
He was just a rootless eunuch, not even a real man, yet he dared to take advantage of his master's power and tortured her openly and secretly along the way.
She had to settle this account with him.
If she doesn't avenge this, she won't be named Zhuang!
In the carriage behind her, Song Yanxi was having a hand-to-hand conversation with An San. With a trick of cutting off the source of the fire, she earned An San's almost admiring look.
In the month since she returned to Beijing, she has eaten well and slept soundly, and her complexion is even better than when she left Beijing before the New Year.
A face that is white with a hint of pink, especially when there is a faint smile on the face, is as if the glaciers have melted, and it warms the heart like a spring breeze.
An San muttered, "What a beautiful girl! No wonder the prince is thinking about her so much..."
Song Yanxi paused slightly as she was pinching the chess piece back, pretending not to hear her words that stopped at the right moment.
The next moment, the curtain of the carriage was lifted, and Lin Tingfeng's bearded and haggard face came into view.
She raised her eyelids slightly and asked coldly, "What's the matter, General Lin?"
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