My Lord, the princess doesn't want you anymore.

She suddenly missed her mother very much.

Although she already knew that Shen was not her biological mother, she had already regarded her as her own biological mother.

In the original owner's memory, when she was a child, Shen liked to comb her hair the most. She liked to put beautiful yet simple and elegant pearl flowers in her small bun, and liked to dress her up beautifully and freshly.

She would always say while combing her hair, "Xue'er's hair is so beautiful, as smooth as silk."

But most of the time, she would push Shen away and say, "It doesn't look good. Aunt Li said that this is the ugliest look. You don't understand anything at all. No, you just want to hurt me and make me look bad."

Then, she would follow the aesthetic standards instilled in her by Aunt Li and dress herself up in front of Shen. In short, she would wear anything that looked tacky on her head, and her clothes would always be a mix of bright red, bright green, and other bright colors. It was a horrible sight.

Every time, Shen would stare blankly at her as she tore her hair, which she had worked so hard to comb, beyond all recognition, and then watch her tossing it with red eyes.

But the next day, Shen would stand behind her again and comb her hair with a loving look on her face.

She was annoyed, but Shen didn't show any impatience at all.

Now that I think about it, the original owner was such a bastard!

I don’t know how to cherish such a good mother.

She swore that if she could survive, she would be filial to Shen for the rest of her life.

There is also his father, the Prime Minister. Although she doesn't know what secrets Prime Minister Mei has, based on her understanding of Prime Minister Mei, she firmly believes that Prime Minister Mei is definitely not a bad person.

She even thought of Cui Hongjing.

These days, she stayed in the house every day and took the opportunity to systematically sort out what had happened to her in the past six months.

Looking back now, the days in Prince Jing’s Mansion half a year ago seem like a thing of the past life.

Thinking back on those scenes of fighting wits and courage with the Dog Prince at this moment, it feels like reading someone else’s storybook.

How ironic.

"Lord Dog..."

Mei Xueer couldn't help but mutter a curse.

Suddenly, she jumped up from the bed, took out the "Dog Prince" from her arms, held it in her palm and looked at it, and couldn't help but kissed it twice, "Dog Prince, it's up to you..."

Then, she put the "Dog Prince" back into her arms and cleared her throat: "Someone come!"

The little girl from before came in quickly, "What do you want, young lady?"

"I need a knife," said Mei Xueer.

The girl gasped, "Girl, this..."

"Don't worry, I won't hurt myself." Mei Xue'er pushed the herbs in front of her, "Look, those herbs haven't been processed yet. How can I cut them into pieces without a knife? You want me to bite them like a dog with my teeth?"

The girl relaxed a little, but still hesitated, "It's just..."

"Did the Lord ever say that he would give me whatever I want?"

The girl nodded.

"That's all. He won't blame you." Mei Xue'er paused, "If you're worried, just get someone to watch me in this room. No, that's not right. Monitor me."

The girl quickly shook her head, "No, I dare not."

"Why don't you get a knife?"

"Miss, please allow me to ask for your instructions."

"Okay, go ahead. I need to process these herbs urgently!"

After a while, the little girl came with a small knife.

However, she did not close the door after she left.

There were a few more guards outside the door. They didn't dare to come in, but kept watching the movements inside the house, fearing that the girl would hurt herself and cause the entire villa to be buried with her.

Mei Xueer sat beside a table piled with medicinal herbs. She pretended to cut some of the herbs first, then slowly turned to the side so that people outside could not see her hand movements, or see her carving a tiny, inconspicuous line of words on the edge of the "Dog Prince" shell.

Only after Mei Xueer, who was still intact, returned the knife to the girl did these people breathe a sigh of relief and leave.

At night, Mei Xueer threw the "Dog Prince" out through the crack of the door and said to herself, "Climb out quickly, crawl far away, I hope someone can see you."

During the past ten days, Mei Xueer felt like she was living a year in this villa, but she didn't know that in just ten days, the situation outside had changed dramatically.

Let’s talk about the capital of Zhenguo first.

a few days ago.

Cui Qimo was having breakfast. He took a small bite of a mushroom bun, swallowed it, and suddenly said to himself, "I remember that when the second child was a child, he liked to eat the mushroom buns made in the imperial kitchen the most. But why do I feel that the taste of this mushroom bun is not the same as before?"

Eunuch Li, who was serving at the side, came over quickly and said, "Your Majesty, I have tried all these dishes before. I am stupid and cannot tell the difference. The cook is still the same cook."

Cui Qimo rolled his eyes at him and threw away his chopsticks: "How can they be the same? They are obviously different!"

Eunuch Li smiled and said, "Your Majesty, please forgive me for being so nosy. Food is like this. The same thing tastes different when eaten by different people. In addition, the environment and mood will also affect the taste. Your Majesty, don't you think this is true?"

Cui Qimo laughed, "It's rare for a lonely person like you to have such insight."

"Your Majesty, what you said is inappropriate. Who said that I am alone? I have you, Your Majesty. Having you take care of me is better than enjoying the happiness of family."

"You are the only one who can talk..." Cui Qimo felt that Eunuch Li's flattering words were very useful. His mind was full of the scene of eating mushroom buns with Concubine De and the young Prince Qi. "When will the second brother come back?"

"Your Majesty must be thinking about Prince Qi. It should be soon. When Prince Qi left the capital, he said that he would return as soon as the birthday of Concubine De was over."

Cui Qimo's expression darkened. "Old man, tell me, does the Second Master feel that I am cold and indifferent? After all, after Concubine De died, she was not buried in the imperial mausoleum."

"Didn't it also the mother's family of Concubine De who risked their lives to beg the Emperor to transport Concubine De's body back to her hometown for burial? Besides, under the circumstances at the time, didn't this just solve your dilemma?"

"That's true, but she is buried in her mother's ancestral tomb after all. I don't believe that the second brother really has no thoughts at all."

Eunuch Li did not dare to speak out of turn this time, and said carefully: "How could it be? Prince Qi is a loyal and filial prince. He has been very filial to the emperor for so many years. Besides, when Concubine De passed away, Prince Qi was still young, so he probably wouldn't have many memories of Concubine De."

"If he really didn't have any impression, why did he always go to Bingzhou to pay tribute every year on Concubine De's birthday?"

Eunuch Li didn't dare to say anything more. If he said more, Cui Qimo would start to suspect that he was concerned about Prince Qi again.

Cui Qimo actually didn't think much about it. Over the past ten years, Cui Hongqi had always been calm and composed, doing everything with discretion and being very respectful to him as his father.

"Alas, I envy him a little. He doesn't care about anything and doesn't have to share the government affairs with me. I envy such an idle prince."

Eunuch Li: Haha, that sounds good. But if Your Majesty were asked to give up power and become a leisurely emperor, would you really be willing to do that?

Cui Qimo finished eating, wiped his mouth, and called in the leader of his secret guards.

"Have you found out the origins of Lord Ye who appeared in Yunzhou recently?" he asked slowly while drinking tea.