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Little Fishy raised her eyes and looked at him. He stretched out a hand to cover Little Fishy's eyes, spitting out a mouthful of blood. The blood was sprinkling in the air, looking extremely bewitching.

Little Fishy knitted her brows in puzzlement. Was it raining again, but … She jerked back Night Demon's hand and stared at him.

Ye Jiumei wiped the corners of her eyes as if nothing had happened, and in the instant that Little Fishy pulled him away, he had already wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

"You're crying?" Little Fishy could not believe it.

"It's embarrassing for a man to cry." Night Nine looked at the little fish with a smile.

Xiaoyu lowered her head in embarrassment. She had felt a sense of unease in her heart.

Night Nine tucks the handkerchief back into her sleeve, pulls a fresh handkerchief from her pocket, and wipes Little Fishy's face.

"Xiaoyu, you looked so nice under the flower tree just now. Push me over." Night Nine doesn't want Little Fish to be here for too long, afraid that she'll notice the blood, afraid that she'll smell it.

Upon hearing this, Xiaoyu laughed, "Little Jiu looks good."

Little Fishy turned behind him and pushed him out of the room, looking straight ahead, stepping on the bloodstains on the ground. Since Little Nine didn't want her to know, then she would pretend not to know. Little Nine was a favored child of heaven, and people like this usually only had their own eyes, but Little Nine was very meticulous.

"Actually, if you truly count us as princes, there are more than thirty royal fathers. It's just that those under ten years of age who have yet to live are not allowed to enter the temple here. So, what you are seeing right now is our current ranking."

When Fishy heard this, her mind raced. This shouldn't be considered a child that had yet to be born, right? The Emperor's needs in that aspect were great. Damn, he had only considered his lower half in a day, did he still have time to deal with the affairs of the country? I estimate that you can only nurture a few officials who are doing some practical work. The emperor can only imprint the Imperial Jade Seal, which is equivalent to the government department now.

"In the winter when I was eight years old, a palace official brought me to the Imperial River. She pushed me down. The weather that day was truly cold, and when I was saved from the river, I was frozen." Night Nine smiled bitterly, his voice sounded desolate, as if he was talking about someone else. Even now, he still couldn't forget the resentful look in that palace maid's eyes.

"It's impressive that she thinks she's an imperial concubine, but isn't she relying on you instead? "If you die, I don't believe she can still run rampant in the imperial harem. Hahahaha …" The palace maid's eyes were unfocused and her expression was frantic.

"Aunt, save me …" "Save me." Little Night didn't know why his aunt, who was always kind and gentle, would do this to him.

Little Night's eyes gradually blurred. When he woke up from his sleep, he would never see that aunt again.

However, when he thought of what his aunt had said, he felt that his mother must have done something to hurt his aunt. The eight-year-old child was always self-righteous, never to be seen by his mother, so he thought that his mother was too ashamed to see him. When he was able to speak, he finally couldn't help but ask her where she was.

After a long time, he found out that his mufei was wronged, and the person who wronged his mufei was his royal father. Mufei used her own death to denounce the ruthlessness of the royal family, hoping to gain for her poor child benefits that should have belonged to him; she succeeded, used her own life, and saved his child's life. Although he could not stand up again after that, he did not end up like the other children, but rather, he was thrown into corners where he could not see …

Her mother's life had been used to defend the position of his prince, and she had even challenged the dignity of the royal family. Her mother had been killed by cutting off her wrist, and had used her own blood to write down one injustice after another in the palace, because she would use her own death to prove her innocence, because she was still alive to avenge the Emperor. Her own reputation did not matter, her son could not have a tainted mother, and this matter was known to everyone in the palace. His mother would never put him to sleep, never smile at him again.

Seeing Ye Jiumei's expression, as if she had been frozen by the cold all those years ago, Little Fishy stopped her steps and silently walked to his side to hug him. She did not accompany him in the past, but in the future, with her accompanying him, she definitely did not want him to suffer any more harm.

He had originally thought that he would live his entire life to the point of death, but now that he really didn't want to die, he had to accompany Little Fishy to slowly grow old. It was just that in order to save his life that year, the imperial doctors had no choice but to use a fire pill that was extremely harmful to his body, and a lot of poison had been used to suppress the poison in his body.

"Little Yu, no matter what happens, remember, Little Jiu would like to see your smile." Nine Nights murmured.

Xiaoyu opened her mouth, but didn't say anything. How could she smile every day, unless she became an idiot? However, Xiaoyu held onto Night Nine with both hands and smiled, "Is that so?"

The melancholy in her eyes stung her, and she pecked his deep eyes gently, "Little Jiu, if you are happy, I will be happy."

She didn't say anything more.

Night Nine looked deeply at the little fish, the corner of his mouth slowly lifted into a beautiful curve, slowly, the smile on the corner of his mouth spread to his eyes, and his eyes, which were originally deep and bright, lit up. Well, the little fish liked to see him happy, so he forgot about all those unhappy and sad things.

"Little Yu, can you teach me how to sing that song of growing old together?" Nine Night Demon requested.

"Sure." Little Fishy agreed readily.

He learned very quickly, and after Little Fishy taught him once more, the two of them sang together again. When he finished singing, Little Fishy applauded hard, and Night Nine looked at Little Fishy who had a bright smile on her face, and the haze in his heart was driven away with laughter. As long as he was alive, he would be happy for a day, and like this Little Fishy would be happy for a day as well, right? Night had promised herself that he would not bear grudges, nor complain, nor live, nor be happy, as his mother's wife had written him in her letter.

In fact, someone had always told him this. Although he had promised, he had never taken it to heart.