The Princess's Deadly Daily Life

The prime minister had just returned to give some instructions to his subordinates when he heard the lady's words. He was shocked and said, "I didn't expect that the lady was still worried about me. I thought the lady..."

After seeing the prime minister, the lady looked more and more dazed. "Zhi'er is the apple of my eye, how could I forget her so easily? Her voice, appearance and smile still make me feel like it was yesterday... I know you have been looking for her for so many years, but you kept it a secret because you were afraid that I would be sad, and I just didn't want to make you worry anymore. I thought that if I pretended nothing happened, I wouldn't be tormented, but I was wrong. As long as I haven't found her, I will be worried every night like I was thirteen years ago, and my heart will be torn apart..."

"Madam..." The prime minister hesitated to speak, with helplessness and worry emerging in his eyes.

"Not finding Zhi'er has always been a worry for me. Thirteen years have passed in a blink of an eye. I thought that if she had been raised safely until now, she would be the same age as Xi'er. Zhi'er must be as blessed and beautiful as her." The lady spoke slowly, and everyone in the room heard it clearly.

Suddenly she thought of something, and she grabbed the prime minister's arm and said, "And if you look closely, they both have a mole between their eyebrows. Do you know that maybe God is revealing something to me? That's why I feel close to her. I will never be able to make up for my debt to Zhi'er. Maybe I will never find Zhi'er, so Xizhen is also a thought or a symbol of mine, do you know?" The lady said a lot of words, her breath gradually became weaker, and her complexion became much worse, so the light in her eyes faded like a firefly, leaving only emptiness and weakness.

Cui Sanlang had just arrived when he heard that his mother was ill, and was shocked when he heard these words.

I remembered the name my mother called when she was bedridden these days, which was Zhier. It turned out that this was the name of her sister who had been lost for many years.

All these years, A-niang never mentioned her, and he was so heartless that he forgot A-mei's name completely, to the point that he had no impression of her at all!

"Madam, please have a rest. I will find out the rest as soon as possible." The prime minister said slowly, helped his wife lie down and tucked in the quilt.

"Auntie..."

Erlang hesitated to speak, he did not dare to ask why his mother did not tell them earlier. He was older, he was eight years old when his sister was lost, but he had never looked for her and even forgot that she existed. It was really a debt of the elder brother, so what reason did he have to ask his mother to tell them these things from her heart?

Only A-niang suffers from this heart disease, while they have nothing to lose in eating, drinking and enjoying themselves.

Cui Silang thought the same.

He owed his younger sister and was not filial to his mother, otherwise his mother would not have recovered from her illness for so many days and was even poisoned and assassinated many times without anyone protecting her.

"Aqi, I'll leave this matter to you." The regret in the prime minister's eyes faded away, and he was as calm as usual. "I have been busy with official duties recently and I am overwhelmed. I also believe in your ability. As for this maid, she can stay in the servants' room for the time being and don't need to serve. When the matter is clear, we will see whether she took advantage of the false pretenses and punish her according to the rules." After the prime minister finished speaking, he waved his hand, indicating that they should go and do what they should do.

Another day has passed and night has fallen, as quiet as water.

Long Qi sat in the room, looking at the roots of the poisonous plants on the table. They were intertwined like silk threads, with very little solidified soil on them. They were very well preserved, and even looked like they had been specially dried and baked for preservation.

He had sent people to investigate the doctor who claimed to be from a neighboring country at the instruction of the prime minister, but to no avail. The doctor was indeed from a neighboring country, and the virus was indeed only found in that country.

He personally led people to search every servant's room carefully and rigorously. Apart from the residual roots of the virus under the bed in the room where Xi Xuan once lived, there was nothing unusual.

How did he appear in the mansion? No idea...

In order to prevent the aunt from being poisoned again, all the cooks and maids who had served her were replaced, and they were also instructed that as long as it was the aunt's medicinal food, the food must not be left without someone, and any suspicious person entering the kitchen would be carefully checked.

Before he knew it, he walked alone to the eaves of a wing room. Seeing that the moon was as bright as day today, he jumped onto the roof with a pot of wine, scaring the night birds away with their cries.

He sat among the rubble, took a sip of wine and gazed at the night in the distance. Somehow he suddenly thought of her on the rooftop bathed in rain and mist that night. His lips moved and he said, "Whether you believe it or not, we will never see each other again anyway."

Whether in the small dark room or the pavilion in the middle of the lake, she always behaved openly and didn't care what others thought of her.

Even though she was framed today, she didn't care at all. Instead, she gave kind advice to the prime minister. So even if you don't know her identity, anyone would be moved by this series of details and choose to believe her.

But she was a princess of the Tang Dynasty, and he knew that there must be someone else who murdered his aunt. However, just as she concealed her identity, he was unable to prove it.

And because she had suffered unwarranted doubts and harm from him before, did she feel even more powerless?

A faint sound came from the opposite wall.

anyone?

He immediately chased after the sound, but he didn't notice anyone on the wall just now! He ran quickly, his clothes fluttering, and he turned over and stood on the wall, just in time to see an old man falling under the high wall.

The old man slowly stood up, not daring to say a word and having no time to figure out where it hurt, he heard some movement on the wall, and when he looked around and saw Long Qi looking down at him, he immediately reacted and decided to run away.

"Who are you?" Long Qi asked.

The old man did not say a word and tried to run away. How could Long Qi let him escape? The old man was thin and weak, but his skills were not bad. After a few rounds, he had the upper hand because the old man had no intention of hurting anyone.

The old man groaned, dodged a kick, and took the opportunity to say, "No more fighting, no more fighting! I know you've been immersed in studying literature and martial arts in recent years, and you're no longer as skinny as you were when you were young." He took advantage of Long Qi's moment of shock to block the palm wind from Long Qi with his elbow, and after stabilizing himself, he brushed off the dust on his body, "Even if you haven't noticed, I think I should show up in the next two days. I've been hiding for so many years, and my martial arts have become worse as I get older."

He wore a soft mask and was calm and composed, with a kind look. He did not look like a thief, but rather like a natural person visiting relatives and friends.

Long Qi was on guard, but couldn't help being confused by his words, "Who are you?"

The old man stroked his beard and smiled, "Do you remember when you were six years old and fell into the lake, and someone braved the biting cold of winter to rescue you? Or do you remember when you were ten years old and fell on the rockery, and someone used it as a cushion to protect you? And when you were twelve years old and you became a disciple and injured your muscles and bones, and a bottle of blood-dissolving ointment appeared on your desk..."

Long Qi's eyes were dim and still. Ever since he was old enough to understand, he did have a vague feeling that someone was secretly protecting him. He also always felt that the person seemed to be there and not there, making him feel vague and confused as to whether he was there or not.

In recent years, his military power has increased dramatically, and there are fewer people in the dark coming here. Since they did not harm anyone, he was too lazy to investigate. Unexpectedly, it was the frail old man who fell off the wall in front of him?

"Would you like me to come in for a cup of tea?" The old man had white hair and wrinkled face, but he was tall and straight. In the blink of an eye, he jumped over the wall. You could hear the corner of his robe fluttering, and he had already walked into the wing room, as if he was going back to his own home.

Long Qi followed closely and saw the old man standing with his hands behind his back after entering the house, sighing and regretting.

"I have protected you for nineteen years. If I hadn't shown up on my own initiative, how would you have known?" the old man said to himself.

"Then why don't you show your true face now?" Long Qi understood and realized that it was really him, so he let down his guard.