Her nine-legged robe is not like this.

She was thirteen years old when she first saw Jiuqi, a little white ball wrapped in quilt in the middle of winter.

Compared to Jiuli who skillfully held the baby in his arms, she didn't even dare to reach out, and she didn't hold the child once until she left home.

To be honest, she didn't feel that close. She just knew that she had a younger brother, a child with the same blood as her. So when she returned home again, there was an extra gift in the box. There was no special meaning in it. It was just human nature.

But when she returned home and took out the small windmill suitable for babies that she had asked the shop owner to pick out at the market, and the little child, who was already able to stumble a few steps like a palace maid, came over babbling and drooled all over her face, she felt a little panicked and inexplicably soft.

This is her younger brother.

In fact, they didn't spend much time together, but perhaps because he was too young, he wouldn't stare at her and teach her like his sister did, but would obey with great admiration. So she and Jiuqi could play together at home.

It was real fun, they climbed up trees and walls to dig out bird nests, scooped up mud from the lake, wrapped the captured birds in it and roasted them to eat, and hid everywhere to catch their Jiuli.

She was not like an older sister. After her parents passed away and she came to Prince Huai's Mansion, she did not comfort this child who was suddenly confused by the situation.

She would still take him out to play, tell him stories and go fishing, or scold him and even beat him, because Jiuwei had grown up and was no longer the tottering child who could not run fast. He could also climb mountains, climb trees and go fishing in lakes. Once, he was so brave that he secretly went to fish by himself and almost slipped into the lake.

"Why did you beat him? He learned this from you." Jiuli scolded her angrily and hugged the crying Jiuqi.

"What's the point of learning these? This is not what he wants to learn." She was also very angry.

"What else can he learn?" Jiuli said.

She also didn't know that Jiuqi couldn't learn well, and Jiuqi couldn't learn badly. She also didn't know what Jiuqi should learn and what he should learn in order to live a good life.

But she definitely didn't want Jiuqi to learn like this.

He raised his hand and cursed at someone who was saving his life without any ill intention.

Her nine-legged robe is definitely not like this.

Jiuqi was still cursing as he raised the fishing rod in his hand again.

I don't know if it's because there's no one around at this moment, or if he has been so angry for the past two years.

This hostility was concealed and condoned by Mr. Gu and Lu Yunqi.

Miss Jun reached out and grabbed the fishing rod.

Jiuqi pulled hard several times but failed to pull it back, and his expression became even more furious.

"Let me go!" he screamed.

"Why did you hit me and scold me?" Miss Jun looked at him and said.

"Do I need a reason to beat you and scold you?" Jiuqi shouted. He tried hard to get the fishing rod back, but the girl in front of him, who looked thin and only a few years older than him, was surprisingly very strong.

The fishing rod in her hand did not move.

Jiuqi became even more furious. He simply dropped the fishing rod and looked around. He saw a small table beside him. He bent down and was about to grab it, but someone was quicker than him.

Before his hands touched the table, a hand grabbed his back and lifted him up.

He is already eight years old this year. Although he has lost a lot of weight due to illness recently, this is the first time he has been picked up by a girl like this.

In fact, no one had ever been able to lift him like this.

No, someone once picked him up like this.

Jiuqi was dazed for a moment and even forgot to be angry.

At that time, he was sticking his butt out and bending his body to pull up the net spread in the lake. He didn't know whether it was because the net was entangled by the rocks in the lake or because there were so many fish in the net, the net sank into the lake and did not move at all. Just when his feet slipped and he fell into the lake, a hand picked him up.

"You little bastard! Do you want to die?" a female voice shouted in his ear.

Before he could even call out "Second Sister", he was slapped hard on the butt.

He is the eldest son of the crown prince, he is the emperor's grandson, he will be the emperor in the future, he has the most noble bloodline in the world, and no one has ever beaten him in his life.

He hit me so hard, with the loud sound of his palms hitting my flesh, and the burning pain spread out in waves.

Jiuqi suddenly came to his senses and woke up from his trance.

This is not a memory, this is real.

"You little bastard! Do you want to die?" the female voice shouted.

The sound was unfamiliar, but the action was not. A hand hit his buttocks hard, again and again.

It’s not that Jiuqi has never touched a woman’s hand. His food and clothing were all taken care of by the palace maids. The palace maids’ hands were soft and delicate, and no matter they were dressing him or washing him, their hands were as soft as a ball of cotton.

But now the hand that hit him on the butt and grabbed his back didn't feel like a girl's hand at all. It was like an iron palm, like an iron hook, hooking his body and making him unable to struggle and get free. It wasn't his butt that was hit, but a sandbag or a wooden stake.

The pain finally tore through Jiuqi's stupor and he let out a scream.

"You bitch..."

But just as he made a sound, the hand that landed on his buttocks got stronger and faster, and the slapping sound drowned out his shouting.

"You..."

"Bitch..."

The faster he shouted, the faster and harder the slaps came from behind.

Finally, the curse that was on the tip of my tongue turned into crying as soon as I opened my mouth.

Once I started crying, I couldn't stop.

Jiuqi burst into tears. For a child, crying is the only way to vent anger and relieve pain.

He is only an eight-year-old boy after all.

The crying became louder, and the slaps on the back gradually slowed down until they stopped.

He was laid on the ground.

Jiuqi didn't jump up, but lay on the ground crying.

"Why are you swearing?" Miss Jun looked at him and said.

Jiuqi was crying so hard that she was out of breath.

"It's none of your business if I want to curse someone," he cried.

At least he didn't call me a bitch anymore.

You're not that brave, Miss Jun felt like laughing.

"Of course you can curse at people, but you have to know who can be cursed and who can't," she said. "Why did you curse at me?"

Jiuqi raised his head, his face filled with tears and his expression angry.

"You, you seduced me! You forced my sister!" he shouted. "You forced my sister to write a letter to invite you in."

As he spoke, he burst into tears again, his voice filled with anger and despair.

"You bully your sister, you bully my sister."

Miss Jun was stunned, her nose felt red and tears almost welled up in her eyes.

Is that why?

And angry at the same time.

They actually told Jiuqi such words.

They never told him about the interesting and wonderful things happening in the outside world, and isolated him here, leaving him to live and die like dead grass. But at this moment, they told him such words that humiliated his only relative without restraint, making him angry, helpless and desperate.

Miss Jun looked around. If someone appeared in her sight at this moment, she would beat the person up and interrogate him without hesitation.

Although Lu Yunqi led the Jinyiwei away, no one knew where the eunuch who led the way had gone, and Mr. Gu went to look for him but could find no trace of him either.

But there is nothing unknown in Prince Huai's mansion, and who knows how many eyes are watching in secret.

Originally, she beat Jiujiu on impulse, but after hearing what Jiujiu said, she felt that she had every reason to find someone else to beat him up.

Lu Yunqi could not be killed because it was normal and reasonable to beat him up after hearing such humiliating rumors.

But to her disappointment, despite such a big commotion, no one showed up, as if the lakeside was isolated.

Perhaps this is also Lu Yunqi's attitude.

Let her make noise as she pleases.

Then what does her brother mean to him? Miss Jun was a little angry, but she laughed at herself. Of course, her brother meant nothing to Lu Yunqi.

Jiuqi was still lying on the ground crying.

Miss Jun slowly squatted down and patted his head.