Yin Jin'an felt a strange sense of disorientation.
Xie Yu's children are all getting married now?
No, the son of the Living Guanyin is already the crown prince of the most powerful country. Seeing Xie Zhaozhao like this, it seems like she's going to hand over the reins to her son.
Zhou Tangtang held Jiutian on her lap, let her hair down, and gently combed the little hairs on her head.
"Jiutian, are you a vegetarian?"
"No, I eat meat, just not much. I like to eat steamed buns soaked in hot water."
One sentence was enough to make Zhou Tangtang burst into tears.
"Princess Qi, please don't cry. I like steamed buns. My second uncle gave me a lot of meat to eat, but I can't eat it. I'm not destined to be wealthy. If I eat too well, I'll die."
She should have kept quiet, because her words made both Zhou Tangtang and Xie Zhaozhao cry.
Zhou Tangtang parted her hair and combed it into two small buns. Her hair was a little sparse, and the buns were just small clumps. Zhou Tangtang took a red ribbon and wrapped it around her back and forth, and then used rouge to dot a flower decoration between her eyebrows.
Jiutian looked at himself in the mirror and said with a grin, "Looks good."
Xie Xingwan said, "Princess sister, if you like, I'll braid your hair in different ways every day."
Jiutian shook his head and said, "No need. Taoists don't need to be so fancy. Just tie your hair in a Taoist bun. It won't affect your meditation."
Zhou Tangtang tied her hair into a small bun, pinched her little hands together, and said, "Princess Qi, shall I tell your fortune?"
Zhou Tangtang, ever the casual one, said, "Won't your calculations reveal some heavenly secrets?"
"No." Jiutian pinched her little hands, then shook her head. "The Qi Prince's Mansion is good in every way, except that Sister Xingwan is not so good. Her wedding with Prince Ning is not for three years."
"Why?" Zhou Tangtang and Xie Xingwan asked in surprise at the same time.
Xie Zhaozhao had a bad feeling. Three years? Was this the mourning period for the deceased?
Sure enough, Jiutian said, "The mother of Prince Ning will pass away next month."
Next month? Isn't that November? Xie Zhaozhao's expression changed immediately. The mother of Prince Ning was Zhang Yanyan.
Afraid of frightening Jiutian, she gently stroked her little pigtails and asked, "What was the cause of Princess Ning's death?"
"Suffocating in a room burning charcoal."
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