After rebirth, I remarried the domineering 9000-year-old

Fu Jiuli's dark, calm eyes fluttered for a moment. She didn't answer the question, but instead looked up at the sky: "It's getting late, Your Highness should return to the palace early!"

But the young man was not happy: "King Li, just tell me! I promise not to tell anyone else!"

His eyes sparkled. "But Shen Nanxing is truly amazing! She's been following Marquis Shen on his expeditions since she was eight years old, winning many battles!"

"She's a woman, yet she's more capable than many men. She's become the youngest general in North Vietnam on her own merits. She's truly a heroine!"

"Such a good woman, it's a pity that Prince Jing didn't know how to cherish her. He ignored her on the wedding night and left her alone in the empty room! If I had married her, I would never..."

"Your Highness, please be careful with your words." The man's cold voice sounded, interrupting the young man's unfinished words.

Although the boy was unhappy, he stopped talking and didn't say anything else.

Prince Li was right to remind him. No matter what, Shen Nanxing was still his sister-in-law, and he shouldn't act rashly.

But he still couldn't help being curious and tugged at the man's sleeve: "Prince Li, just tell me! Did you know Shen Nanxing before? I heard that you rejected her in front of all the civil and military officials in the court. Don't you like her at all? She is so powerful and beautiful..."

The man's face was expressionless. "Your Highness has grown up. Tomorrow I will report to His Majesty and ask him to give you some beauties to prevent you from worrying too much and delaying your studies."

The young man's face flushed upon hearing this. He stamped his feet and said angrily, "Fu Jiuli! If you dare to submit such a memorial to my father, I will...I will be angry!"

The boy couldn't stand it any longer and got up and left angrily.

The man sat alone behind the stone table and picked up the chess pieces again, the white chess piece in his left hand and the black chess piece in his right hand, one by one, gradually filling the entire chessboard.

If you look closely, you can see that the whole thing is a mess.

At this moment, the man's ears moved slightly and he frowned: "What's the noise?"

A dark shadow landed in front of the man like lightning, leaning down and kneeling on one knee: "Master, it's Miss Shen, she...she broke in."

"What?" The man's eyebrows moved slightly.

Leng Feng had no choice but to say it again: "It was Miss Shen Nanxing. She wanted to see you. The doorman wouldn't let her in, so she broke in. The guards in our mansion are...no match for her."

Leng Feng lowered his head very low when he said this.

It's nothing, the guards in the palace were trained by him...

"However, her skills..."

"What's going on?" The man tilted his head slightly and listened carefully to the noise outside.

"Her skills are very impressive." Leng Feng wanted to say that her skills were very familiar, but he couldn't tell where they were familiar, so he didn't mention it.

Fu Jiuli's lips curled up slightly, but soon dropped it.

He raised his hand to brush away the messy pieces on the chessboard, then stood up and straightened his robes: "Go out and take a look."

Leng Feng stood up and followed him.

But just as he was about to take a step, he heard his master say, "Don't follow me. When you have time, go and train the guards in the palace."

Leng Feng: ...

The guards at the Prince's Palace are really good at martial arts! No one in the entire capital can compare to them!

But since they lost to Miss Shen, and since the master has spoken, then let's practice more...

When Fu Jiuli walked to the front yard, he saw that the woman was still wearing the green dress she had worn when she went to court that morning. However, she had changed her shoes, and there was no blood stain on the uppers.

She walked forward with a smile on her face, holding a cake box in her left hand and a wine jug in her right. Seven or eight guards surrounded her, each pointing their swords at her warily, but retreating as she advanced.

Behind her, a group of guards had fallen down, either covering their arms or legs and groaning.

He only stood there for a short while before the woman noticed him. Her eyes lit up and she ran towards him happily.

The man's eyes were dark, with a faint halo spreading under his eyes. The afterglow of the setting sun softened the man's face.

When the few remaining guards saw the woman suddenly become excited, they subconsciously followed her gaze and saw the tall and graceful Nine Thousand Years Old Woman standing there.

Several people shuddered all over, as if they had been injected with chicken blood. In an instant, they were no longer afraid of the brutal woman in front of them, and rushed towards the woman with swords in hand.

If she were to offend the Nine Thousand Year Old, the consequences would be something they could not afford.

But just when the few of them bravely rushed to within one step of the woman.

Then I heard a voice: "Back off!"

Several people quickly put away their swords and retreated. Two of them bumped into each other because they moved too hastily. They quickly stood up and rolled and crawled back far away.

In this way, Shen Nanxing finally came to Fu Jiuli smoothly.

She looked up at him and smiled at him, her eyes curved and her dimples shallow.

Just a little silly.

"Here, it's for you."

Shen Nanxing stretched out his hands and handed him the box of cakes and the wine jug as if presenting treasures.

"Here, the cakes and sweet wine from Zuixinlou, your favorite."

"I bought it just for you. There's such a long line!"

"Nothing was spilled during the fight just now. I protected it well!"

The woman looked up at him, her eyes filled with stars.

The man raised his hand hanging at his side slightly, but then quietly put it down, and ultimately did not reach out to take it.

"Princess Jing, what brings you to my palace?"

The woman blinked, a little confused. "I'm bringing you food! Don't you like Zuixinlou's cakes and sweet wine?"

The man said in a cold voice, "Princess Jing, you're mistaken. I never like sweets."

This is clearly her favorite food.

As a grown man, there is no way he would like something so sweet in his life.

"Oh."

Shen Nanxing didn't care at all. Seeing that he didn't want it, he put the cakes and sweet wine on the stone table beside him.

After that, she turned around and put her arms around the man's neck.

Her cheeks were red, and she muttered through her red lips: "I'm not Princess Jing, don't scream."

Fu Jiuli was caught off guard and was hugged by Shen Nanxing. Then her whole body became stiff and she couldn't move.

"Princess Jing, please be careful!"

The woman hugged the man's neck tighter: "I won't let go unless you stop calling me Princess Jing."

The man raised his hands slightly, trying to push the person away, but eventually dropped them again.

The woman was so close to him that he could already smell the aroma of alcohol on her, which was particularly fresh and pleasant.

Whatever, why would he bother with a drunkard?

He followed her and asked, "If it's not Princess Jing, what should I call you?"

"You are stupid!" The woman chuckled twice.

"You have to call me Princess Li."

"I'm telling you, Nine Thousand Years Old, isn't that pretty? That's my man..."