At that moment, Jiang Si's heart skipped a beat, and there was something strange in the look he gave Yu Jin.

It was the summer of the nineteenth year of Jingming, and it had indeed not been too long since the crown prince was deposed for the first time.

At this moment, Jiang Si actually had the thought that Yu Qi and she were human beings in two different lifetimes.

"Ah."

Yu Jin smiled and pulled Jiang Si into his arms, looking into her eyes: "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Why do you say the crown prince won't be around for long?"

Yu Jin sneered, "As the saying goes, if God makes it, there will be rain; if you make it, there will be disaster; if you don't make it, you won't die. The Crown Prince has done a lot, it would be strange if he can stay in office for long."

Jiang Si looked at Yu Jian steadily.

"What's wrong?" Yu Jin was puzzled, and suddenly realized something. She whispered in Jiang Si's ear, "Do you miss me?"

Jiang Si was stunned at first, and then rolled his eyes: "What are you thinking about?"

In broad daylight, in a carriage, how could this bastard think of those things - ahem, it doesn't seem impossible.

Jiang Si couldn't help but think of his past life.

At that time, this guy seemed to have not seen a woman in several lives. He was flirting with her all day long. She was shy and refused at first, but in the end she actually enjoyed it with a kind of desperate attitude.

It seems that, in fact, when you meet a worthy opponent in chess, it is a pleasant thing both physically and mentally.

Yu Jin kept staring at the person in his arms.

Seeing that she seemed to be reminiscing, with a light in her eyes that made his heart flutter, he was encouraged at once.

Ah Si must be thinking about his bravery last night.

He could have done better, but he was afraid that Ah Si's body couldn't take it...

Thinking of this, it was as if a fire ignited my body, and I felt hot all over.

Yu Jin pursed her lips, lowered her head and took a bite of Jiang Ruxue's snow-white neck, then bravely untied her belt.

Jiang Si held down the restless hand: "Don't mess around, I'm still in pain..."

Yu Jin immediately sat up straight again and even pushed Jiang Si away.

Jiang Siqi laughed: "Why don't you throw me out of the carriage?"

Yu Jian was distressed and aggrieved, and sighed: "It's hard to be Liu Xiahui."

Jiang Si leaned against the wall of the car and lowered his voice: "Ah Zhen, I also think that you won't be the crown prince for long."

Yu Jin didn't think anything was wrong and said with a smile, "We are thinking the same thing."

If the emperor had only one son, the prince, then it would not matter if the prince did whatever he wanted. However, the emperor was too fertile and had eight princes, the youngest of whom was already of marriageable age.

Even though he thought those brothers were stupid and sinister, he could not stop them from eyeing the throne.

With wolves lurking around and the emperor in good health, it's hard to say whether the prince can wait safely for the throne by keeping his tail between his legs. It would be strange if there is no chaos now.

Of course, these have nothing to do with him and Asi. He is just a leisurely prince. Living happily with Asi in the palace is like a god. Let those mad dogs fight for the throne.

Yu Jin thought about last night and felt that the days ahead would be like being immersed in a honey pot. He felt refreshed and contented.

Only then did Jiang Si become certain that Yu Jin was different from her.

She felt a little regretful, yet also a little relieved.

Unfortunately, what she and Ah-Jin experienced in her previous life will always be known only to her. Fortunately, they knew each other at the most appropriate time. Without Ji Chongyi and the saint Asan between them, their lives would undoubtedly be much simpler and happier.

It is a blessing for her to have more things to be thankful for than to regret.

When she was young, she didn't believe that beautiful women have short lives, but after growing up and experiencing those things, she began to believe it. Now, she believes more that one has to fight for one's own destiny.

Jiang Si put aside his doubts, but Yu Jin suddenly asked, "Ah Si, you can cure Princess Fuqing's eyes. Is it really innate knowledge that you can do that?"

"Don't you believe it?" Jiang Si asked with a smile.

"No." Yu Jin held Jiang Si's hand and intertwined their fingers. "You may not know that in some tribes in southern Xinjiang, the saying of innate knowledge is very popular."

Jiang Si's heart skipped a beat.

Yu Jin continued, "For example, the Wu Miao tribe, their saints are called the Chosen Ones. It is said that only girls who are naturally sensitive to supernatural powers can become candidates for the saints. As these saint candidates grow up, there will definitely be one girl who has a talent far superior to others, as if she is born to know how to use those supernatural powers... This person will become the saint of the Wu Miao tribe, and after the previous saint passes away, she will become the new elder, that is, the leader of the Wu Miao tribe and even the surrounding dependent tribes..."

If a leader who truly controls the Wu Miao people and their affiliated tribes were to go against the Great Zhou or several other countries, it would be no problem for him to cause chaos.

Yu Jin picked up a plum from the small table fixed in the carriage and put it into his mouth, chewed it and swallowed it, then picked up the teacup and took a few sips, his mind still thinking about the affairs of southern Xinjiang.

That was the place where he had stayed for many years. It looked like a small place, but in fact it was mysterious and possessed a terrifying power.

Seeing this, Jiang Si put his hand on Yu Jin and said with a half-smile, "Jin, you know a lot about the Wu Miao Saint."

In her previous life, she pretended to be the Holy Maiden of Wu Miao for two years. She seldom interacted with people from her tribe for fear of exposing her flaws. She spent most of her time learning special arts. The only people she was familiar with were Yu Qi and Asan's personal maid.

Thinking about it now, that experience gave her all kinds of magical abilities, and not much else was left in her memory.

"I found out by chance." Yu Jian was reluctant to say more about the affairs in southern Xinjiang.

Jiang Si's lips moved slightly, wanting to ask about the portrait, but he didn't know where to start.

Although couples should be honest with each other, what about issues left over from past lives?

At this time, she should not know what Saint Asan looks like, let alone the existence of the portrait.

Should she tell Yu Qi that she was reborn?

Everything else is fine, but Jiang Si has never thought about this.

The secret of rebirth is like her most intimate garment. Once it is taken off, she will be completely naked.

Thinking of this, Jiang Si suddenly thought of another question: In this life, is the portrait in Yu Qi's study still there?

This question was like a stone that stirred up a thousand waves in my heart, and I couldn't wait to return to Prince Yan's Mansion.

After a moment of solitude that seemed short to Yu Jin but long to Jiang Si, the carriage finally stopped.

We have arrived at Prince Yan’s Palace.

The two got off the car one after another and walked inside side by side.

A gray-yellow shadow rushed over and stopped in front of Jiang Si, wagging its tail pitifully.

Yu Jin gritted his teeth with a dark face: "Erniu, you dare to show up!"

Erniu had a red silk tied around his mouth, and it was tied into a bow. He whimpered a few times, looking aggrieved.

Jiang Si felt very distressed when he saw this, and glared at Yu Jian: "Erniu just wanted to eat the pork elbow in sauce, how can you punish him like this?"

Yu Jin’s face turned even darker.

Just want to eat braised pork elbow? This dog is obviously making trouble on purpose because he didn't allow it to follow him when he married Ah Si.

He was almost shocked!