For the people of Da Zhou, the uncle has a very high status among many relatives. Even if Jiang Si is a princess, she must go to pay her respects when her aunt passes away.
Of course Jiang Si won't go.
She would never kowtow to the person who killed her mother for the sake of so-called reputation.
She would not do that before she got married, and now that she is a princess, she will never let herself down.
Yu Jin threw the funeral note casually and was too lazy to say even one more word.
The two talked about the Wu Miao ancestors who opened a shop on Xishi Street.
"We have already sent people to keep a secret watch on them. There seems to be nothing unusual about the grandparents. They stay in the shop all day and never go out." Yu Jian said.
Jiang Si frowned: "I can't guess their purpose of coming to the capital, send someone to keep an eye on them."
"Well, it won't be a big deal anyway." Yu Jin said as he took out a letter from his sleeve and handed it over.
Jiang Si reached out to take it, opened it and looked.
It was a letter written in the Uyghur script.
Yu Jin came over and asked with a smile: "Do you understand? Do you want me to tell you the content?"
Jiang Si glanced at him and asked, "Do you understand Wu Miao language?"
She had put a lot of effort into pretending to be a saint, even going so far as to talk in Wu Miao language in her sleep.
Almost everyone in the Wu Miao tribe can speak the language of the Great Zhou, but Yu Qi has never spoken Wu Miao since she came into contact with her.
"After all, I've been to Southern Xinjiang for so many years, so I know a little bit." Yu Jin said proudly.
It's not that he has a photographic memory, but he does have an excellent memory, otherwise he wouldn't have been able to draw Asi so vividly based on his imagination two or three years later.
Jiang Si was silent for a moment, then said, "I understand."
Although the secret of rebirth cannot be told, it is impossible for a couple to hide everything from their partner if they want to live together for a long time.
Yu Jin was slightly surprised: "Can you read Wu Miao characters?"
Previously, Asi told him that he had deceived the two grandparents with his appearance that was very similar to that of the Wu Miao Saint. He thought that both parties were communicating in the language of the Great Zhou. He never thought that Asi could not only speak Wu Miao language, but also read Wu Miao characters...
The strange feeling that had appeared before became stronger.
Ah Si seemed to be very familiar with the Wu Miao people, as if he had lived there for many years...
Yu Jin held Jiang Si's cheeks with both hands and rubbed them.
Ginger's cheeks, which seemed as fragile as a blow, were soon rubbed red.
"What are you doing?" Jiang Si asked, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.
Yu Jin came over and said nervously: "Let me see if you are being impersonated by the Wu Miao Saint."
The joke made Jiang Si stunned.
In her previous life, she was the only one who pretended to be a saint. Now, after hearing these words from Yu Qi, she felt quite awkward.
"What if it's really fake? Should I return it?" Jiang Si asked with a smile.
Seeing that Jiang Si's mood was not affected at all by Youshi's death, Yu Jin secretly breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile: "Why return the goods? I can find the real Ah Si again and enjoy the happiness of two wives, right?"
"Wait a moment." Jiang Si said, and walked quickly into the inner room.
Yu Jin was left to ponder silently: He was just teasing her, she wouldn't be angry, right...
Yu Jin was ready to apologize as soon as his wife came out.
Jiang Si turned back quickly.
"Asi, are you angry?"
"I'm not angry." Jiang Si slapped a pair of scissors in front of Yu Jin and said with a smile, "By the way, say what you just said again."
Yu Jin laughed dryly: "What?"
Jiang Si played with the scissors and reminded him, "It's like enjoying the best of both worlds."
"Haha, you must have heard it wrong." Yu Jin reached out and held Jiang Si's hand, and by the way, held down the gleaming scissors in his wife's hand, and sincerely advised, "Ah Si, be careful not to hurt your hand with the scissors...
Jiang Si smiled softly and said, "It's okay. I'm familiar with it."
"Why would a woman play with scissors... Ah Si, do you like playing the piano? Or how about playing chess? Come on, come on, let's play a game of chess."
Jiang Si said seriously, "Of course, it's because playing with scissors is more practical than playing the piano or chess. For example, if a husband is ready to enjoy the happiness of having two wives, a woman who can play the piano can only play a few songs to express her sadness, but a woman who can play with scissors can cut off the root of troubles directly."
Yu Jin suddenly felt a chill down there and forgot to ask Jiang Si how he could understand the Wu Miao language.
After the joke, Jiang Si lowered his eyes to read the contents of the letter.
After reading it, Jiang Si smiled and said, "It's really hard to fool an elder. He wrote back so quickly... By the way, how did you get this letter?"
"It was intercepted, so it was two days late."
The atmosphere returned to seriousness.
Yu Jin said: "Asi, you seem to be very familiar with the Wu Miao people..."
Jiang Si was silent for a moment, staring into Yu Jin's eyes.
The man's eyes were black and bright, sparkling like the finest black gemstones, and flashing with curiosity.
Jiang Si sighed and took Yu Jin's arm: "Ah Jin, I seem to have been to the Wu Miao tribe in my dream and experienced many things there... So I can speak Wu Miao language and recognize Wu Miao characters. I asked you to explain, but I can't explain it clearly..."
"Maybe you were really a Wu Miao in your previous life." Yu Jin smiled and rubbed her hair, saying comfortingly, "Don't worry about these things. It's good to be born with knowledge, which saves you the trouble of learning."
Fearing that Jiang Si would get too hung up on this, Yu Jin pointed at the letter and asked, "Ah Si, how are you going to deal with this?"
Jiang Si folded the letter and stuffed it back into the envelope, saying, "Anyway, the letter has been sent down, and the news won't reach Wu Miao for a while, so let's wait and see. If the old woman can't get a letter from Wu Miao for a long time, she might try to contact the person in the palace."
There is another Wu Miao girl who has sneaked into the palace for more than ten years and is the one Jiang Si is determined to find.
Did Princess Rongyang get the Heart-sealing Dragon that she used to harm her mother from that Wu Miao girl? Even if not, there was someone lurking in the palace who might be the real murderer of Princess Fuqing, and Jiang Si had to be on guard.
It was a poisonous snake hiding in the dark. Even if it didn't bite me for the time being, knowing where the snake was hiding could at least help me avoid danger.
Yu Jin nodded: "Well, I'll tell them to keep an eye on these things. Some things can't be rushed, let's do it step by step."
Just like the days when he first arrived in southern Xinjiang, a few generals knew of his status as a prince and were respectful to him on the surface, but in fact they were dismissive and thought that he was only causing trouble by coming to the south.
All that silent forbearance was not worth mentioning, until one day he led a group of soldiers trapped in the miasma forest out, and only then did he stand firm...
In the capital, you can't use a knife to kill people, so you need more patience. For example, for Princess Rongyang, he has already imagined more than ten ways to kill her, and it depends on which one is easier to implement.
The death of the princess' aunt is a big event, and the chief historian needs to arrange related matters.
The old chief historian waited for a long time, but the prince and princess didn't say a word, so he had to come to Yu Jin's study.
"The Chief Secretary is here." The servant greeted him with a smile.
"Is the prince in there?"
“No.”
The chief secretary glared at the servant and said, "The prince has obviously returned."
Servants: “…”
He didn't say that just now!