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Now that he had the wine and dishes in his stomach, his anger was pushed down a little bit. As the saying goes, a person's mouth was short. He was putting a piece of fresh bass into his mouth, but now it was neither eating nor eating.

Now he finally understood what it meant to have meat near the mouth and not be able to eat it. He pretended that he didn't understand the sarcasm of Little Fishy and her husband, and carefully savored it, and finally finished eating the meat. He used his chopsticks to point at the meat, and said to eighth prince's wife and Yan Yu, "I like fish the most, but I hate its thorns."

How could anyone present understand the hidden meaning behind the eighth prince's words? The eighth princess felt a little embarrassed as Yan Yu said with a smile, "Then let's eat the worms, the kind that doesn't have bones."

The eighth prince fiercely glared at her. Who was the person she was close to?

Yan Yu pretended not to see him. If she could only choose one, she would rather choose Little Fishy. No man could live. However, if she lost all her close friends, who would be able to enlighten her?

The eighth princess picked up a piece of fish and carefully picked it up before handing it to the eighth prince.

The eighth prince glanced at her, but didn't say anything.

In the past, the eighth wangfei often did this, but it had all been neglected by him. He didn't know why, but today, he actually remembered it all. He didn't know if he should be angry or touched by this.

When Yan Yu saw this, perhaps it was out of kindness from the bottom of her heart. She gave the eighth prince and the eighth princess a pair of chopsticks and they couldn't help but look at her and smile ingratiatingly.

Xiaoyu took over Nezha's hand and teased him while asking indifferently, "Your gambling business is flourishing, right?"

In a word, the eighth prince's last bit of anger was extinguished. He thought about it and realized that these people did not owe him anything. In all honesty, he owed Xiaoyu a favor, even though Xiaoyu had also benefited a lot from it.

Ever since the gambling house had started playing mahjong, it had quickly attracted a group of elegant gamblers. After all, in order to play mahjong, one had to use their own brains. Not only did they have their own cards, they also had to calculate what others had.

The unhappiness in the eighth prince's heart was relieved, but he didn't feel depressed anymore. He smiled and suddenly felt weak and fainted to the side.

"Your Royal Highness, what's wrong?" The eighth princess was about to stand up when her body softened and she fell to the ground. Yan Yu's hands and eyes were quick to support the eighth princess, but the eighth prince's position was left unattended. Night Nine Demons suddenly looked towards Xiaoyu.

Xiaoyu said innocently, "It wasn't me."

Although she knew who it was, she didn't need to remind the eighth prince.

Yan Yu replied, "Ninth Prince, don't be mistaken about Ninth Princess. I was the one who drugged her. She's more familiar with this medicine, so it's harmless. She just wants people to sleep for a while."

"You?" Ye Jiumei looked at her in puzzlement, then suddenly understood what was going on. His face sank.

"Xiaoyu, did you know that she was going to do this?" She was actually hiding it from him?

"Sorry, Ninth Prince, this is a serious matter. I really don't have time to inform the Ninth Princess." Yan Yu lowered her eyes, concealing the sadness in them.

How could Night Nine listen to the words of others? He stubbornly looked at Little Fishy, waiting for her to give him an explanation.

Little Fishy sighed. She knew that he was smart enough to guess that there was something fishy going on.

"The medicine was concocted by me. The silk bag on me has this flower to cure the poison, so your body naturally isn't afraid of it. But little Nezha can't do it, so I took it and teased him."

Night Nine was currently immune to poisons, so of course she couldn't let others know about it. She had kept this a secret; in fact, even the Ice Guards only knew a few people.

Hearing this, Night Nine's face relaxed.

Yan Yu continued, "Ninth Prince, there's no other choice. Ninth Prince, please keep it a secret."

Saying so, she bowed to him.

Night Nine looked at the Night Demon lying on the table, his heart already knew what was going on, he must be treating the eighth prince again.

"I'll go find someone." Night Nine was about to head out in his wheelchair.

When Yan Yu saw this, she became anxious. No, how could she find him?

Anxious, she wanted to go up and stop Ye Jiumei, but her body was stopped by Little Fishy, who gave her a puzzled look.

Little Fishy winked at her, walking past her to stand in front of Night Nine. She handed Little Nezha to him, "Little Nine, you have to go find Seventh Prince. Seventh Prince has always been watching over Old Eighth's illness."

The Seventh Prince wasn't in the room next door, so he came back and settled the matter.

"Hmph!" Night Nine coldly snorted. He was looking for someone, but nobody came. He wanted to find a reason to leave so that they could act accordingly.

Xiaoyu held his head and kissed him hard on the forehead, "Hubby, I love you."

After all, other men wouldn't support their wives that much. This wasn't the twenty-first century, and women had to fight.

Yan Yu turned her head away. She was already straightforward enough. Little Fishy was even more bold and unrestrained than she was. She just liked Little Fishy just because of this — not pretending.

Night Nine had a dark expression on his face as he rocked his wheelchair out, Little Fishy waved her hands in glee. They hadn't even walked ten steps when the door behind them slammed shut.

Nezha had been watching the entire time, his eyes were wide open. Was there a need to be so impatient? At least they could make a turn, it was so realistic.

She turned her head and looked at the closed door, grinding her teeth so hard that they chattered.

There was a feeling of jealousy, or an inexplicable sense of jealousy, that came to her brain. Night Nine suddenly changed the direction of her wheelchair and went back.

"Bang, bang, bang." Night Nine knocked on the door.

Xiaoyu's hand had just rested on the eighth prince's wrist when she frowned. Yan Yu hurriedly walked to the door and asked, "Who is it?"

"I, open the door." This was his mansion, okay? If he wanted to enter his own house, would he need to report it?

Yan Yu glanced at Little Fishy and she shook her head.

"Ninth Marquis, Little Eight just threw up all over my body. Wait for me to change my clothes." Swallow delayed.

[What the heck is he doing? He is a woman of eighth brother after all, how can he casually say something like this?! That's too outrageous!] That was why he didn't care about anything.

Night Nine clearly knew that Yan Yu's words were fake, but he still couldn't charge in. Otherwise, he wouldn't be much different from a prodigal son.

"Call Xiaoyu out." He did not try to stop her from treating the eighth brother, but she could not ignore his feelings. She could not wait for him to walk far away before closing the door.

Xiaoyu had already finished taking care of the eighth prince's pulse. She took out a silver needle and quickly inserted it into his acupoints. Then, she opened the medicine box and applied it internally.

When Yan Yu saw this, she purposely shouted out loudly, "Ninth wangfei, help me find a clean set of clothes. You can leave now. Don't make the Ninth Prince panic."

She looked at Xiaoyu in surprise. When they came, they didn't tell Xiaoyu their purpose in coming. It was difficult for her to think through everything, and these things were all by her side.

As soon as Fishy saw them, she knew in her heart that not only had she prepared medicine, she had even prepared a guest room for them.

Hearing this, Night Nine's anger only increased. He couldn't bear to part with his wife. Yan Yu's words were as natural as the heavens and the earth.

He didn't even think about it. Since the other party had dirty clothes, they would naturally want to borrow your family's clothes. Naturally, he would ask your family to search for them. Could it be that the other party was going to loot your family's property? Although Yan Yu was just an excuse, she didn't have any problems with him.

Nezha tugged at his sleeve, and Night Nine looked down at him.

"Let's go. Even if you say something, you won't open the door." Little Nezha was old and haughty.

This wasn't a dorm room, so how could there be any clothes inside? Only his father, who was so angry that his head went blank, would believe a woman's lies. They just didn't want to open the door, okay?