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Jiuli raised her hand and pressed her brows, took the teacup and took two sips before looking at Concubine Zhu and Madam Gan who were crying out for justice.

"Qingping, this name has been with me since I was a child, but I am a different person." Concubine Zhu ignored Madam Gan with tears in her eyes and told her the news she knew.

"The evidence is solid. No one will believe you if you just talk nonsense. Instead of crying out for injustice here, you might as well think about where the problem lies." Jiuli glanced at Mrs. Gan.

Mrs. Gan fell to the ground, crying. Where could she find any evidence? Aren't those who are weak and alone the best scapegoats? It's not her fault.

"Qingping has been with Concubine Zhu since she was a child. She was a second-class maid. How did she become Madam Zhu's? Could it be that Concubine Zhu thinks that this was done by your stepmother?" Jiuli said in a sharp tone.

"My concubine," In a flash, Concubine Zhu suddenly thought, no wonder Madam Zhu said that she could remember the people around her more clearly if they didn't change their names. This is also the reason why Qingping has always been by her side.

The name remains the same even though the person has changed.

"Since you have nothing to say, please do it for the sake of the eldest master," Jiuli glanced at Concubine Zhu. Wasn't she quite talkative when she was paying her respects? Why did she become so tongue-tied now?

"Princess, please be wise. I would never do such a thing. The maidservant who serves me was given to me by the prince," Madam Gan calmed herself down, her tone tinged with tears.

"Besides, I don't have anything to bribe people," Mrs. Gan revealed her weakness. She was very poor.

"I have been taking pregnancy-maintaining medicine since I came into the mansion, and I hardly go out in the winter," Mrs. Gan continued.

"Help Madam Gan to sit up." Jiuli pointed at the book with her fingertips, and when she looked at Madam Gan, she suddenly realized that something was wrong.

Mrs. Gan is pregnant.

"I have something to say," Concubine Zhu calmed down. She was not someone who would accept her fate. "When Concubine Li moved to Haitang Courtyard, I was not yet in charge of the household."

"The eldest master has not been in good health since winter. I have been taking care of him every day and have no time to do anything. Qingping, the person with this name is different. This one is new."

Mrs. Gan, who was sitting down, had a pale face and felt pain in her lower abdomen. She subconsciously covered her abdomen with her hands.

"Anxiang." Jiuli glanced at Concubine Zhu, whose eyes fixed when she saw Madam Gan's actions.

Anxiang walked out from behind Jiuli, touched Mrs. Gan's pulse with her fingertips, and nodded to Jiuli.

"Mrs. Gan is more than three months pregnant," he concluded.

"I'm pregnant? I finally have a child?" Madam Gan looked at Jiuli with tears in her eyes, "Princess, I have a child."

"?" Concubine Zhu's eyes were always gentle, but she was confused. What are you talking about? What do you mean, Princess, I have a child? Shouldn't you say this to the prince?

"The matter ends here. Qingping is sentenced to death and the investigation is conducted privately." Jiuli lowered her voice and whispered in Concubine Zhu's ear.

"I will definitely get to the bottom of this matter," Concubine Zhu's eyes were sharp, but in fact she already had a suspect in her mind.

Especially since the backyard under the control of the princess was calm, the rats in the gutter began to run around again.

"Okay, put on some powder and go back to your respective courtyards," Jiuli rubbed his eyebrows. Who would be willing to deal with these things?

"I'll take my leave." Madam Gan's emotions were all shown on her face, and she smiled as if something good had happened.

Concubine Zhu rushed back to Qiaoguang Garden with great vigor and decisiveness. Behind them was a maid from the main courtyard holding a gift box. It was obvious that they had received good things again and were specifically called over to claim the reward.

The representative figure who makes people jealous is Zhu Shuyue.

"Didn't you say that the matter was accomplished? Why was there no punishment? Why was there even a reward?" Zhu Shuyue tugged at his handkerchief angrily.

"We were the ones who passed on the news about the princess, so it shouldn't be false. Miss, just be patient, it will be fine in a few days." Next to her was Aunt Yue, the wet nurse who had taken care of Zhu Shuyue since she was a child.

"If there is no effect, you don't need to come to see me," Zhu Shuyue's eyes were slightly red, as if she had suffered a great injustice.

“Anything that the lady doesn’t like should not remain in the world.” Aunt Yue lowered her head with a ruthless look in her eyes. She would get rid of those people tonight so that there would be no evidence!

"Why did the prince go to the princess again last night? Did he forget about me?" Zhu Shuyue stroked his cheek.

"How could that be? The prince thinks highly of you. Look, this twin velvet flower was made by the prince himself." Aunt Yue coaxed Zhu Shuyue skillfully.

main courtyard.

Jiuli sat up straight on the chaise longue.

"Go to the front yard and tell them that Madam Gan is pregnant. The rest of the people's share will be treated as that of a concubine." Jiuli said casually.

I heard footsteps beside me, and it was obvious that someone had gone out.

That night, King Jing really went to the courtyard where Lady Gan lived. He had another child, which gave him more confidence.

In the main courtyard, Yin Zhen sat next to him with ease.

"Qingqing," Yin Zhen took out the sweet-scented osmanthus cake from his arms, "I remember you loved this the most. Try it and see if it tastes the same as before."

"It smells good, but he's on a day off today, aren't you afraid that he'll suddenly come over?" Jiuli mischievously wiped Yin Zhen's face with her fingertips stained with osmanthus flakes, and then her hand was held.

"He won't come, just don't worry," Yin Zhen smiled reservedly, his eyes filled with sadness, not knowing what he was thinking about.

"What's wrong with you? Did someone make you angry?" Jiuli clasped her fingers with Yin Zhen and shook them.

"No," Yin Zhen used force in his hands to pull Jiuli into his arms, "My mother thought I was really dying and wanted me to take medicine."

"You're really not going to be able to do this?" Jiuli pinched Yin Zhen's wrist, "Don't be ridiculous, how could you not be able to do this?"

"Of course I can do it." Yin Zhen raised his eyebrows, "Qingqing,"

"The north is not peaceful. They may send troops in March next year. He and I will go," Yin Zhen said in a low voice with his head down.

He didn't want to leave Qingqing at all. He felt more and more that there was no good person in Prince Jing's mansion. Qingqing was like a sheep falling into a tiger's mouth. It was really difficult to deal with.

"This is a good thing, right?" Jiuli tilted her head.

"But I can't see you anymore," Yin Zhen said aggrievedly.

"You'll have plenty of time to read it when you come back," Jiuli touched the end of Yin Zhen's hair, stroking it intermittently.

"Then I will listen to you. If you have anything to say, just inform my housekeeper." He spoke more gently.

"What can I do?" Jiuli said with pride in her eyes, "I will definitely go find you, don't worry."

"That's better. Shouldn't you compensate me?" Yin Zhen lowered his eyes and looked at Jiuli with a smile on his face.

"What compensation? It can't be too much." Jiuli twirled Yin Zhen's hair with her fingertips, with a hint of mischief in her tone.

"Of course, accompany me to appreciate the flowers one day." Yin Zhen curled his lips and spoke seriously in an ambiguous tone.