The legitimate daughter is reborn and cannot escape after being provoked by the tyrant

Lu Jiuqing listened to Lin Zhiwei talking about Mo Xiao, saying that he was not as unkind as outsiders thought. He was actually very reasonable and easy to talk to.

Lu Jiuqing listened and suddenly said, "Okay, I understand. Go ahead and tell me. I'll wait for you."

Lin Zhiwei stopped talking immediately, glanced at Lu Jiuqing, and nodded.

Lu Jiuqing handed the wooden box that he had carried all the way to Lin Zhiwei: "This...this is a New Year's gift. Please help me deliver it to His Highness."

Lin Zhiwei: "Why didn't you give it yourself just now?"

Lu Jiuqing said softly: "I forgot, please pass it on to me."

Lin Zhiwei said nothing, took the wooden box and turned around to leave.

As soon as Lin Zhiwei left, Lu Jiuqing suddenly lost all strength, turned around and sat down on the chair.

Her heart was full of bitterness.

So, is Mo Xiao like that in front of the person he really likes? Reasonable and easy to talk to... She laughed to herself, she had never seen Mo Xiao like this.

She waited there for a while with her head lowered. Lin Zhiwei's expression was a little strange when she came back, but she didn't say anything and left the Ninth Prince's Mansion with Lu Jiuqing.

While sitting in the carriage, Lu Jiuqing still couldn't hold it back and asked her softly: "Your Highness, do you like that gift?"

Lin Zhiwei: "Your Highness collected it, but didn't open it, and I don't know..."

"I see."

Along the way, Lu Jiuqing never said a word.

The carriage went all the way back to Lu Jiuqing's mansion. In the evening, Chen Yuan prepared a sumptuous meal.

Lin Zhiwei sat down at the table, staring at the empty seats in the other direction and the dishes and chopsticks arranged, blinked, and asked doubtfully: "Is there anyone else?"

When she lived in this courtyard, she knew that this was Lu Jiuqing's private residence, and that only two masters, Lu Jiuqing and Chen Yuan, lived here.

Now there are four chairs and four pairs of dishes and chopsticks on the table.

Lu Jiuqing said calmly: "Well, there are still people, please wait."

Lin Zhiwei was a little curious.

After waiting for a while, he saw a middle-aged woman walking over with the support of a maid. Her legs and feet didn't seem to be very good, and she walked with a limp.

When she got closer, she said with some embarrassment: "I kept the girl waiting for a long time, slave..."

"There are no servants here," Lu Jiuqing interrupted, stood up and helped the person to the seat, and said softly, "Aunt Zhang, sit down."

The woman smiled and nodded repeatedly: "Okay, okay."

Lin Zhiwei rarely saw Lu Jiuqing be so polite to someone, which really surprised her.

Her eyes fell on Aunt Zhang unconsciously, but her brows slowly wrinkled.

After the other party sat down, she realized that there was another person opposite. She was a little embarrassed at first, thinking that she shouldn't be here if there were guests, but when she glanced over there, her expression changed instantly.

She stared blankly at Lin Zhiwei for a moment, and finally stood up with a sudden movement. She walked up to Lin Zhiwei with a few excited steps, and asked with a choked sob, "Is she my cousin?"

Lin Zhiwei was stunned for a moment, then stood up and stared at Aunt Zhang, her voice trembling uncontrollably: "You, you are..."

Aunt Zhang knelt down with a plop, grabbed the hem of Lin Zhiwei's skirt, and said with choked sobs: "This slave is Zhang Qing next to Madam. Don't you remember, cousin?"

Lin Zhiwei: "...are you Zhang Qing?"