After my rebirth, my whole family read my mind, and my father decided to usurp the throne.

“Father, there are fake spies everywhere in the capital. If we rashly enter the capital, he will definitely find out.

I think it is better for us to catch him off guard.

But before that, we need to inform King Jing and King An about your existence and ask them to think of a solution. It would be great if we can work together from inside and outside."

King Kang expressed his thoughts.

As for how to communicate with King Jing and King An, we definitely cannot send someone directly to the capital.

Then we have to think of other ways.

Song Jiujiu listened to what his father said and quickly raised his chubby hand, "Dad! Jiuer has a way!"

[Since we can’t let anyone enter the capital to report the news to Uncle Jing and Uncle An, we can let animals go!

We can write letters and ask the little sparrow’s bird friends to help deliver the letters to the capital!

This way, we will definitely not be discovered by the old emperor's spies! 】

"Birds deliver letters!"

Song Jiujiu spoke in a baby voice.

Hearing the words of the two-legged beast cub, the little sparrow flapped its wings and flew over, standing tall and proud on King Kang's shoulder.

"Chirp!"

This sparrow has a good relationship with birds and knows quite a few pigeons. The pigeons should be able to deliver the message to you.

When Song Jiujiu saw that the little sparrow also agreed, she thanked it happily.

"Thank you, Queque! Daddy, Queque agreed! Let's write a letter!"

Song Jiujiu hugged her father's thigh and spoke in a baby voice.

King Kang was very surprised that the difficult problem could be solved so easily.

"Okay, okay, Dad will write the letter right away."

Fortunately, there were pens, ink, paper and inkstone in the cave, and King Kang quickly wrote three letters to King Jing, King An and his eldest son Song Mubai.

The little sparrow also flew out and chirped for a while, then flew back with three white doves.

After King Kang tied the three letters to the feet of three white pigeons, he asked his daughter who could communicate with animals with some uncertainty.

"Jiu'er, can these three white pigeons really find people accurately? They should have never been to the capital, right?"

"Cuckoo!"

Stupid Twoleg!

So what if we have never been to the capital?

Don’t we have beaks so we can’t ask the birds in the capital?

Song Mubai, King Jing and King An, right?

We all remember it!

One of the white pigeons cooed and glanced at King Kang with disdain.

King Kang didn’t understand what the white pigeon was saying, but he understood the look in its eyes: “….”

He seemed to be rejected and laughed at by a pigeon.

When Song Jiujiu heard this, she covered her mouth and laughed.

"Daddy, it's okay. The birds are very nice. Don't worry."

[The white pigeons said they would ask the birds in the capital, and they would definitely deliver the letter accurately. We will wait here.]

King Kang was relieved, and after confirming that the letter was tied properly, he let the three white pigeons fly away.

Ye Peizhu couldn't help laughing at this, but she was used to it.

Song Chengzhang has been in shock today.

He originally thought that his little granddaughter might be a reborn person, and it was already magical that he could hear her voice.

I didn’t expect that my granddaughter could actually communicate with animals!

You can also tell animals to do things!

No wonder these two tigers have always been following Xiao Jiuer!

Song Chengzhang was so shocked that he was somewhat numb.

He felt that if he discovered anything miraculous happening to his granddaughter again, he would get used to it.

An Yi was also shocked.

While he was shocked, he was also extremely grateful that he had not been able to successfully place spies in Prince Kang's palace.

Otherwise, if that impostor knew that Miss Jiuer could actually communicate with animals and tell them to do things, Miss Jiuer would be in danger!

There is almost nothing to do now. King Kang and his men are just waiting for the white pigeons to bring back the reply letter before they will know what to do next.

It was getting late and Song Jiujiu's stomach was growling with hunger.

In fact, she had been hungry for quite a while, but she had something important to do, so she didn't complain to her mother.

At this moment, things were almost done, so she clung to her mother's arms and acted coquettishly, saying she was hungry.

"Nannan is hungry. Grandpa has some cakes here. Do you want some?"

As Song Chengzhang spoke, he took out a piece of white flour cake from the bamboo basket next to him.

The counterfeit might be afraid that he would die here, so he provided him with good food and drink, and also gave him life-extending pills, keeping him under house arrest here.

Song Chengzhang was a little nervous holding the white flour cake, worried that his granddaughter would dislike it.

But Song Jiujiu had fought with wild dogs for food in the village in her previous life, so how could she dislike white flour bread? It was a good thing!

She happily took the cake that was bigger than her head and thanked him in a baby voice, "Thank you, Grandpa! Jiuer wants seven!"

After taking it, she didn't start eating it right away. Instead, she asked her father, mother, grandfather, An Yi, and the mother and son of the white tiger. After they all said they didn't want to eat anymore, she held the biscuit and started to eat it happily.