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"The eighth princess isn't Yanyu. It's fine if she doesn't leave, but if she does, then it's a third party."

Alright, I guess it can be considered to be like this. Xiaoyu was a bit frustrated. This kind of relationship was originally unclear, but after arriving here, it felt even more complicated.

Fishy pinched Night Nine's face. "Fortunately, you don't have a Royal Consort or a former Royal Consort. Otherwise, you're dead for sure."

He was talking about others, but why did they come over to his side?

"Xiaoyu, there will never be a third party between us." Night Nine held Little Fishy's hand and spoke affectionately.

Do you need to be so numb? There were still people around. Little Fishy's eyes shifted.

Night Demon loved to see her embarrassed appearance the most, and she was indescribably cute.

These people were in a hurry to come and go. He really didn't know what they were here for. Xiao Hong looked at the chopsticks in shock. Fifteen lowered his head and looked at her before softly saying, "Put it away."

"We will wait for the prince and the princess to finish their meal before accepting them together." Xiao Hong placed the bowl and chopsticks it had just taken onto the stone table. Before it even had the chance to retreat, it heard the sound of 'Twelfth'.

"Your Highness, the Emperor has come." On the way back, he met Eunuch Gao and a few others escorting a palanquin toward the Ninth Prince. He assumed that the Emperor had come to interrogate the Prince. Twelve did not dare to tarry, riding their lightweight martial arts all the way back to the manor. They did not even gasp for breath before rushing over to report, allowing Night Nine's heart to prepare itself.

This time, she didn't take the bowl for nothing, she just happened to be in time to give it to the emperor. Little Red muttered to herself. She didn't know that the emperor always prepared his own dishes and chopsticks. Moreover, the emperor never ate lightly outside for fear of being poisoned.

Night Nine had not expected the emperor to arrive so quickly, and he was not afraid of not being able to explain himself. He had already thought of a plan when he entered the palace to fetch Nezha.

This table of food is the little fish's heart, at night, Nine Demon did not want to waste a few, left a few snacks. After giving out the instructions, he rubbed Little Fishy's hair, "Little Fishy, it's time to get out of this trouble."

Trouble, he was the first to see the Emperor as trouble. Little Fishy laughed, then pointed at the tip of Night Nine's nose and joked, "You're not afraid that the Emperor will cause trouble for you, you dare to say that about him?"

"Father has already come looking for trouble." Night Nine returned his gentle smile.

Little Fishy didn't continue to play around with him. It was more important to welcome him. According to Twelfth Night's calculations, the emperor should also be entering the Ninth Prince's Mansion. She did not hesitate as she pushed the wheelchair out of the inner courtyard and headed forward. What was coming would come sooner or later, and hiding would be useless.

"The emperor has arrived!" The voice of Eunuch Gao, which was very familiar to him, had recently been resounding throughout the entire Ninth Marquis Mansion. Little Fishy pushed her wheelchair and sped up her footsteps. The emperor is a god, we can't let him wait for long.

When the two of them rushed to the main hall, the emperor was already sitting in the middle of the hall. The well-trained beautiful maidservants were serving him tea. Little Fishy let out a sigh of relief. She had thought that they were all so frightened that they couldn't even move. She didn't even have the courage to greet this great deity.

When the emperor saw the two enter, his face was covered by layers of dark clouds. He was so frightened that the servant girl's legs went soft. She quickly put down the teacup and retreated. He thought that the emperor had come to the palace to drink tea and chat, but from the looks of it, he was clearly here to cause trouble for the prince. If she knew this would happen, she wouldn't have snatched the job and come over to admire his beauty.

"Clank." The emperor couldn't change his habit of throwing things around, so he directly threw a cup of tea at the couple to vent his anger.

Little Fishy hastily pushed her wheelchair to the side to avoid the attack. She had suffered a cut on her calf from a broken porcelain cup that had been thrown at her. She didn't know if the little girl who made the tea had a grudge with the emperor or not, but the tea she served was like pitch and not a drop was spilled on her clothes.

When Night Nine finally reacted, he saw the little fish jumping around, shaking off the tea leaves on his clothes, and his face showed slight pain. On closer look, the hem of her skirt was stained with blood.

"Little Yu, you're injured. Let me take a look." Night Nine's heart ached, he quickly moved his wheelchair over, anxiously pulling Little Fishy. Just as he was about to pull up her skirt to look at her wounds, Little Fishy slapped his hand away with a red face.

"Is the Emperor still alive?" It wouldn't be good to do such a thing in front of the emperor! Small fish stop caring about the chaotic night Nine.

Although the Emperor was present, he was stupefied. He had thrown things in the royal study that day, but not a single one of them had been left behind. The way these two were dodging was pretty good, so he predicted that they would both avoid it. Who knew what kind of crazy Little Nine was? She pushed Little Nine away and was smashed into a pulp. It was unbelievable. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he definitely wouldn't have believed it.

"Humph!" "So what if he is? Who cares if I should care about my injured wife." Night Nine was not afraid of death at all as she coldly humphed, completely disregarding the emperor. She even threw a sanitary look at the emperor, her eyes filled with a sense of coldness.

The Emperor had originally come with a murderous intent, but now that he had smashed the cup on someone's face, he immediately lost his cool and sat calmly on the throne. Long Wei then began his delayed questioning, "Little Jiu, why did you break the imperial family's rules and bring little Nezha out of the palace?"

"Xiaoyu, go back and apply some medicine. I'll be fine here." Night Nine's Charm ignored the Emperor and arranged for Twelve to escort Fishy home.

There was no reason for the Emperor to be angry, and Little Fishy was very worried that she didn't want Night Nine to face it alone, so she hesitated. Seeing that the Emperor's anger had dissipated quite a bit, Xiaoyu blessed her body and then left.

After Xiaoyu left, Night Nine's Enchantress answered the emperor's question, "This son requests that royal father take back the imperial edict and cancel the reward for Nezha. This son knows that royal father likes Nezha, but he's still young, none of his royal grandchildren have ever been conferred the title of king. If royal father does this, it will inevitably hurt the other royal sons' hearts. "

The Emperor was very clear on the intelligence of the young girl, after all, she had just been bestowed the title of Prince, and in less than a day, this little Nine had already taken her away from the palace.

The child did not want to return to the palace. Although he had completed the task, he could not let Little Jiu easily succeed in it. Otherwise, he would lose a lot of face.

The Emperor faked a cough to hide his guilt, and pretended to be angry. "Little Nine, are you saying that I was unfair in my actions? "I saw you go out to the capital and have learned a lot. You talk a lot."

"This son is terrified!" Night Nine was neither humble nor arrogant, facing the emperor's face, not showing any weakness. "This son of mine is only discussing the matter, speaking about the thoughts and considerations of the royal brothers."

The words of Night Nine had a lot of weight to them. He expressed his dissatisfaction, and also exposed the assassination of the other princes. Silently, he accused the Emperor of having done something wrong that had ruined the friendship between the sons and grandsons.