The beloved little princess arrives, and the evil ghost howls for mercy!

Ji Yunqing looked at the frightened Zhu Lan and spoke grimly.

"Zhu Lan, Qing Zhi is your biological sister, but you also know my temperament."

Zhulan nodded quickly.

"I know that I will definitely urge Qing Zhi to send back useful news as soon as possible, so as not to delay the queen's business."

The empress is ruthless and never keeps useless people around her.

If Qing Zhi cannot bring back useful information, it will be difficult for her to keep Qing Zhi.

Zhu Lan suddenly missed Miss Ji, the former high priest.

But back then, her sister Qingzhi's life was in Ji Yunqing's hands, so she had no choice but to betray the first high priest.

This time when she entered the Eastern Emperor, she was actually more afraid than the empress to see the flesh and blood of the former high priest, Princess Fu Jin.

She also lied.

She had seen Princess Fujin on the street where the funeral procession of Prince Bai's Mansion was taking place.

The little princess looks very much like the former high priest.

She didn't even dare to take another look and left in a hurry.

Ji Yunqing was sitting and Zhu Lan was kneeling. Ji Yunqing was looking at her from a high position.

"Zhu Lan, what do you think Ji Wuchen and Ji Yanbao would do to you if they knew that Ji Yunwan's death was closely related to you?"

Before Zhu Lan could speak, Ji Yunqing added with a smile.

"How do you treat your only relative, your good sister Qing Zhi?"

Zhulan's face instantly turned pale as paper.

"Your Majesty, your servant... Your servant and your sister Qing Zhi are both yours. Whatever your Majesty gives you, your servant and your sister Qing Zhi will do as you please."

Ji Yunqing stopped looking at her.

"You go out."

"Yes!"

Zhulan felt like she was being pardoned and exited the carriage on her knees.

Ji Yunqing called Cuimo in again.

"Cuimo, you are the person I trust most."

Cui Mo understood what Ji Yunqing meant almost immediately.

"Don't worry, Madam, I will personally keep an eye on Sister Zhulan."

Ji Yunqing laughed.

"As expected, Cui Mo understands me best."

Cuimo lowered his head.

"If we say that the person who understands my wife best, I don't dare to be ranked first."

Ji Yunqing looked at her with a smile.

"Then who can be ranked first?"

Cuimo smiled and spoke.

"Of course it is Your Majesty."

Ji Yunqing's expression improved visibly.

"Not only do you know me best, but you are also the best talker."

Before Cuimo could speak, Ji Yunqing continued with a smile.

"You are also sixteen. When the Flower Festival is over and we return to Nanxiang, I will help you find a good husband."

Her green eyelashes trembled and she lowered her head shyly.

"Your Majesty, I don't want to get married. I want to serve your Majesty for the rest of my life."

Ji Yunqing smiled, but the smile did not reach his eyes.

"How can I let you, a delicate little girl, serve me all the time? There is no shortage of maids in the palace, but I only have Cui Mo. I must not wrong my Cui Mo."

Cui Mo's shy little face turned even redder.

After getting off the carriage, Cui Mo went to look for Zhu Lan who was following the carriage.

Zhulan was surprised to see the slightly spread blush on her cheeks.

"What's wrong with your face?"

Cui Mo's mind wandered to nowhere, and because her empress no longer trusted Zhu Lan, she now didn't take Zhu Lan seriously.

So the response was very perfunctory.

"It's nothing. Maybe I came down too fast and the heat hit me."

Zhu Lan smiled lightly and said nothing more.

However, his pupils shrank suddenly when he saw the small silk handkerchief exposed in Cuimo's sleeves.

When the words reached her lips, she swallowed them back violently.

Maybe her gaze was too obvious. Cui Mo, who was perfunctory with her, suddenly turned his head to look at her.

"Sister Zhulan, what are you looking at?"

Zhu Lan's eyes had fallen on Cui Mo's hair.

"I noticed Cui Mo that your hairpin today is very different from usual ones. Is it a new gift from the Queen?"

A trace of panic flashed in Cuimo's eyes, and he explained with a smile.

"No, it's a new style brought in from outside the palace. If Sister Zhulan likes it, when we return to Nanxiang later, I will have someone buy one for my sister."

Zhulan smiled and declined.

Cuimo breathed a sigh of relief.

She deliberately stayed a few steps behind and waited until Zhu Lan could no longer see her before taking off the hairpin from her head.

The hairpin was given by His Majesty and looks like a crabapple flower.

Begonia flowers!

His Majesty once said that the empress likes Begonia flowers the most.

But later, the empress hated the crabapple flowers so much that all the crabapple trees in the palace were cut down and replaced with the plum blossoms that the empress now likes best.

Did your Majesty see it just now?

Did you find anything?

Will Sister Zhulan think of anything?

Will Sister Zhulan tell the empress?

Cui Mo was instantly confused.

There is also a deep sense of uneasiness.

She wanted to go to His Majesty.

She wanted His Majesty to take her away from the Empress. Even if she was just a maid by His Majesty's side, it would make her feel more at ease than waiting in front of the Empress.

The empress may seem gentle and generous, but in reality she is petty and cruel.

Countless palace maids and slaves died in the hands of the empress.

Because your Majesty favored your empress, you just pretended that you didn't know anything.

But she was afraid that the empress would cut her into pieces if she knew her thoughts about His Majesty.

"How to do how to do?"

Cui Mo followed the carriage a little distracted.

Zhu Lan originally didn't know what Cui Mo was thinking, but now she accidentally saw it and became convinced.

She wanted to laugh.

Xiao Cuimo doesn't know whether to live or die.

Cui Mo naturally knew who the empress was, but knowing that she actually dared to have thoughts on His Majesty.

Does this mean that the empress will reuse Cui Mo after she starts to doubt her, so she won't be familiar with her? Or does she think the empress is stupid and won't notice her little thoughts?

Zhulan just pretended that she didn't know anything and looked away. She continued to look down at the official road in front of her, and followed the carriage towards Donghuang Capital.

The Eastern Imperial Capital, the Imperial Palace.

Feng Qingli and Feng Mian had just returned to the palace from Haitang Courtyard.

Yan Bao was still sleeping soundly. The father and son were worried and took Dr. Jiang to check in person. Dr. Jiang repeatedly said that the little princess was just too tired, so they felt a little relieved.

But Yanbao didn't wake up, and their hearts were still hanging.

Feng Qingli turned her head and looked at Feng Mian.

"Feng Mian, you have been in the palace these days..."

Feng Mian hurriedly interrupted him.

"Father, the Flower Festival is coming soon, and His Majesty the Three Kingdoms of Beiyuan, Nanxiang and Xixuan will come to the palace to pay homage to Father. If Father is not in the palace, it will be difficult for my son and ministers to find suitable reasons to deal with them."

Feng Mian quickly added without waiting for Feng Qingli to speak.

"After all, they are also the kings of a country. If I have to get to the bottom of it, I'm afraid I won't be able to hide it."

Feng Qingli: "..."

He just wanted to guard Yan Bao, fearing that Yan Bao would feel unwell.

Since Ji Wuchen arrived, Yan Bao has been living outside the palace.

He felt unhappy that the daughter he had finally found was taken away by Ji Wuchen.

But Ji Wuchen was Yan Bao's biological father and helped him deal with Gu Qilin. He really couldn't give Ji Wuchen a look.

But he also wanted to talk about treasure.

When Yan Bao was not asleep, he still remembered to go to the palace to see him every day, but now that he was asleep...he felt impatient.

Feng Mian is also impatient.

So after seeing his father's expressionless face, he hurriedly lowered his head and handed over his hands.

"Father, there are sons and ministers over there to help keep an eye on Yan Bao. You can just calm down and wait for the other majesties and envoys from other countries to pay their respects."

"Father, take a good rest. Son, please retire."

Before Feng Qingli could speak, Feng Mian quickly stepped back.

Feng Qingli: "..."

Brat!

After all, he is also the Eastern Crown Prince!

At this time, he actually wanted to slip away!

When Feng Qingli wanted to stop his eldest son, he thought of Yan Bao's pale face and how much Yan Bao trusted his eldest son, and finally had to relent.

"Forget it! I can't accompany Yan Bao in person. It's better to have Feng Mian with me than San Lie. It makes me feel at ease."

That night, Feng Mian and his brothers noticed a strong murderous aura as soon as they arrived at the entrance of Haitang Courtyard.

Feng Mian suddenly made a sound.

"careful!"

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