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"In reply to the emperor, this servant has peed his pants and followed the emperor. It has been more than thirty years since then." Eunuch Gao replied very cautiously.

He was the son of Eunuch Liu, who had been favored by the late emperor. He had learned to be a servant of the imperial family from Eunuch Liu. Having gotten used to the deceit of the royal family, those who knew how to be servants only needed to wait upon their masters. They did not question much, and if necessary, had to learn how to see the wind and steer the wind.

When the late emperor saw that he was a clever servant, he pointed him out to his most beloved son. After so many years of being master and servant, he shouldn't have seen or heard anything he shouldn't have seen, and could no longer have the qualifications to have an elder come and leave the palace. He was destined to die in this palace, so, he most wished for the Emperor to live a long life, to die, and with his status, he could only be buried as a martyr.

Following behind the emperor, he had done too much to be guilty of too many crimes. He was already used to it. Maybe it was because he was old and he had a sliver of fear in his heart, afraid of entering the Blood Pond Hell if he died, that he decided to do a good deed to make up for it.

The Ninth Prince stayed by the emperor's side for the longest time due to his broken legs. The prince who had the longest relationship with the emperor was naturally also the prince who had the longest relationship with him, a servant. He had his own selfish thoughts, and he was biased towards the Ninth Prince in all matters.

"Eunuch Gao, you're old." The emperor gently put down the imperial report and looked at the cold and handsome face of Eunuch Gao with fear in his eyes. "It's impossible to be soft-hearted. You've been in the palace for a long time. You understand this more than anyone."

"This servant understands." Eunuch Gao lowered his head. The emperor was right, but … He really didn't want to see the emperor plot against the Ninth Prince.

The emperor seemed to know what he was thinking, and laughed coldly, "The current Little Nine is no longer the Little Nine of the past."

If he refused to accept the medallion, he would say that he had no intention to fight for the imperial authority, and that he only wanted to accompany the person he loved. The emperor had agreed. No matter how much Prince Rui objected, he would still let everyone from the Ninth Prince's estate leave. But why did he accept the order?

Things became difficult, and the Emperor's last bit of conscience vanished. He had no choice but to begin calculating Nine Nights to see if he had the right to be the Emperor.

Eunuch Gao tried to figure out what the Emperor meant by those words. After a long while, he tentatively asked, "Did the Emperor believe those rumors about the citizens of the city?"

Recently, rumors had been circulating throughout the capital that the Ninth Prince had met a famous doctor outside the capital. He had cured a body of old poison and had also cured two legs that had been crippled for many years. When the crowd saw the Ninth Princess pushing Night Nine out on a wheelchair, many of her jaws dropped to the ground and her eyeballs flew out. There were even quite a few women lamenting.

All the princes were trying to find a way to test the waters, but the result was that the Ninth Prince's legs were still disabled. The Emperor knows all this.

"As the Emperor, he would rather believe it to be true than not for the sake of the land and the land." The emperor looked at the child in Eunuch Gao's arms, unfurled a piece of paper, and prepared an imperial edict for Eunuch Gao. "Tomorrow, go to the Ninth Prince's estate and announce the decree."

Eunuch Gao took the imperial edict, still somewhat unwilling to give up. He looked at the emperor and boldly said, "Since that's the case, then the emperor should never have done such a thing. At the very least, the Ninth Prince should have had a healthy body and not be bullied by the princes. "The emperor promised his Imperial Concubine that he wouldn't drag the Ninth Prince into the struggle within the imperial family."

"At that moment, at that time, I was the emperor. The mountains and rivers were first, and it was necessary that I give up my life." As a prince, Little Nine should be prepared to sacrifice himself for the future. " The Emperor did not forget his promise to that man, and he also intended to let Little Nine go and let him live the lives of ordinary people with Little Fishy. Just that, for his daughter, Prince Rui, that old man, forced him to call Little Nine back to the capital. Under such power, he had no choice but to lower his head. Was it easy to become the Emperor? Being an official was even more difficult than being an emperor with power.

The conversation between Eunuch Gao and the emperor was clearly heard by little Nezha. The hidden message was also extracted. His doting father and father had actually been schemed by the heartless emperor to be crippled.

Who was the one who said that tigers don't devour food? Your sister, it'd be weird if they didn't eat food!

The little Nezha was so shocked that he couldn't react for a while.

"It's already late, you can leave now." The emperor felt tired, and his handsome face lost its usual regal elegance.

Ever since he was sensible, he had lived a life of scheming against others, and even the people closest to him were no exception. Now, he wanted to scheme against his own son.

Sure enough, a benevolent father was a luxury that the Imperial Family couldn't afford, and he couldn't afford it either.

Eunuch Gao looked at the tiredness on the emperor's face and swallowed his words, feeling a bit sorry for his master. He silently carried the child out of the royal study and instructed the eunuchs and maids waiting outside to arrange for the emperor to sleep. Tonight, his family's master had to stay in the royal study for the night.

As the night gradually faded, Jiu Mei stayed up all night, thinking about her son in the palace. She had wanted to tell Xiaoyu several times that she wanted her son back from the emperor. However, Little Fishy didn't seem to be worried at all. After eating and taking a bath, she laid down on the bed and closed her eyes before falling asleep. Seeing her sleeping, at night, Jiu Mei couldn't bear to disturb her. She lay alone on the bed, holding in her longing for her son until dawn …

Little Fishy slept soundly, opening her eyes, she saw Night Nine with a pair of panda eyes beside her. She jumped in shock, pointed at him and asked, "What's wrong with you? Did you become a thief in the middle of the night? Did you make yourself look like a giant panda?"

"Xiaoyu, I miss little Nezha." Night Demon was about to die from the fear of being choked in her stomach, but she acted as if nothing had happened, as if the one she had lost at the palace was not her son. Night Nine was a little dissatisfied, but he didn't dare to show it for fear of angering her, so he spoke in a reserved manner.

Xiaoyu rubbed her eyes and got up. While she was still wearing her clothes, she said, "What's the point of worrying him? Could it be that he had to pay a heavy price for the food in the imperial palace?"

"Milk is not a problem." His son and Little Fishy were happily bickering. Could it be that Little Fishy had been angered to the point of throwing her son into the palace as if she was dropping a bundle?

"Milk is not a problem, and nothing else is. "Don't worry, once that stinky brat has repentance and truly becomes a good boy, we'll bring him out of the palace." Little Fishy tried to comfort Night Nine with her conscience. In fact, she really wanted to bicker with that little Nezha even though they hadn't seen each other for the whole night. It was just that little Nezha's personality was too painful, he needed someone to cure him and make him restrain himself. Because of the spy factor, the boy could pry out information in the palace and let them be on guard.

He wanted to persuade Xiaoyu to bring Nezha back to the manor, but before he could open his mouth, he heard a six-catty message from outside, "Prince, the Emperor has sent someone to announce the decree."