"Saiqiya, haven't you seen the prince? He is Tang Xian's biological brother and he is also handsome, not inferior to Tang Xian."

"Brother, have I met you before? I don't even remember."

"Oh, I don't remember well. Good thing I don't remember!"

Tang Xian said she was busy and had to go to the manor to look after Fu Jiujiu, asking Tang Yan to take care of her younger siblings for a while. However, Tang Yan refused.

"Seventh Brother, you're being too unreasonable. You went to find the Junior Master and asked me to watch those two giant toads? No way am I going!"

"A big toad?" Tang Xian couldn't help laughing. "How did you know?"

How would I know, don't forget I went to the northern desert. The elder sister said they call each other that in private. You really, and I'm not trying to steal your junior master, why don't you ever bring me along?

"That's not the point. You're still in the palace, which makes things inconvenient for you." Tang Xian didn't worry about that at all; now, the little girl was irreplaceable by anyone.

"I need to get Father to make it for me as soon as possible, so I can play with it."

At this time, Princess Anning hugged the mask she bought yesterday and ran out excitedly, "Qi Ge, who is the big frog?"

"No one, peace is not allowed to say so."

An Ning stuck out her tongue. Tang Xian caught sight of the mask in An Ning's hand, "Old Eight, actually, I think you should go see that Saiqiya princess, she also said yesterday that she bought a mask. You two share the same hobby."

"Everyone likes this kind of childish stuff."

Tang Yan inhaled, "Eight Brother, how childish. Besides, you're just saying that, I don't believe it. If my master wants to play the drum, do you think you can afford it?"

"She won't be able to play it." Tang Xian said confidently.

Tang Yan mumbled, "Prince An Du is such a despicable person, his sister isn't much better either. I don't want to. I have something to do and need to go out."

Tang Xian didn't expect that the matter Tang Yan mentioned was that he arrived at the manor before him.

When he left, Tang Yan still made a silly face at him, looking very pleased with himself.

Tang Xian couldn't stay long, she only came to see Fu Jiu Jiu. She still had to rush back at night.

After all, he was afraid that the siblings might cause some trouble. After all, he was responsible for receiving them, so it wouldn't be good if he wasn't there.

Unlike Lao Ba, he is much more relaxed.

Everybody knows that the two of them haven't seen each other for days, and they automatically found things to do, giving them a chance to be alone together.

Fujujū thinks it's really unnecessary.

"You're playing pretty well."

Fu Jiu Jiu looked at the man's strange and flirtatious demeanor, smiled, and said, "Not bad, but it lacks someone who brings me chicken legs in the middle of the night."

Tang Xian gently tapped her nose, not being overly affectionate. He had to consider her reputation; she would be his anyway, sooner or later. What was the harm in waiting a little longer?

"You'll have to endure this for a few more days. My father has gone to the imperial mausoleum, and he stays there for seven days every year."

"Are you going to pay respects to your mother?" Fu Jiujiu asked.

"Hmm," Tang Xian smirked.

All these people here are his, he actually doesn't have much to worry about. "He is deeply affectionate towards my mother, every year on the anniversary of her death, he goes, but his harem has so many other women."

Fuju knows what Tang Xian wants to say.

Without her having to say a word, Tang Xian spoke up, “He is a good emperor, but he may not be a good husband, nor necessarily a good father.”

Fujujiao sighed, "It's probably like the saying goes, loyalty and filial piety are hard to balance."

"So, what good is being an emperor?" Tang Xian asked.

He scorned the use of women to secure his reign, but that was a challenge every emperor faced.

Fujujiao felt that the topic was a bit heavy, so she jokingly said to him, "How could it be bad? With three thousand beauties in the harem, every night is a new husband."

Tang Xian was amused by her anger, "I just want to be a groom for one night."

Fu Jiu Jiu quickly turned away from his scorching gaze. She couldn't say any more, if she did, she was sure to be in trouble.

At this time, men are full of vigor and should not be provoked.

"I'll make you some spicy and sour noodles. The newly made sweet potato noodles are delicious."

Fu Jiujiao stood up, preparing to leave, but Tang Xian pulled her hand.

Fuju was in a panic.

Seeing her with that look of a little white rabbit, Tang Xian couldn't help but smile. "What are you thinking about? I'll go with you. I have to head back soon, I'm worried about An doing something crazy."

"I... I'll go back with you." Fu Jiujiu said.

Tang Xian's eyes were suddenly filled with doubt.

Fu Jiujiu said softly, "Since Tang Xiu knows that I and An have had contact, do you think with his personality, he would let go of such a good opportunity to target us?"

"Instead of passively waiting, I might as well go back and take a look. I drugged them, they wouldn't find any evidence. Now that I am the legitimate Jun Jin Wangfei, let's see how he dares to act recklessly."

Tang Xian took a deep breath, "That person has no sense of propriety and decorum to restrain him. You don't know, the Xilin clan isn't just about inheritance from father to son; they even inherit their father's concubines."

Although Fu Jiujiu had some reservations, it was someone else's tradition and she didn't comment on it.

It's just that she can't accept it.

"Are you really going back?" Tang Xian asked.

"I want to face this with you." Fu Jiu Jiu blinked her eyes.

"Are you sure you're not craving my roasted chicken legs in the middle of the night?"

Fu Jiujiu rolled her eyes at him, knowing he had agreed. "A little wine wouldn't hurt either,"

"Having a drink? Are you sure?"

When Tang Yan learned that Fu Jiujiu was going back, he was still very surprised. "No way? Seventh Brother, aren't you on purpose? I just came to play, and you're leaving? Little Master, you can't be so biased?"

Fuju originally wanted to just stay put, but Suwen's reminder made her realize she couldn't just sit idly by.

"Let's go, you can still keep playing."

Fu Jiujiu is leaving, everyone will leave. What's he staying here for?

Tang Yan was furious, but there was nothing he could do. He couldn't fight against the powerful faction.

"Little master, you can go back. But you have to teach me your skills."

Fuju chuckled and nodded. "No problem."

Anyway, there was nothing much happening in Zhuangzi, so everyone went back that day.

But Fujujiao didn't flaunt her skills or actively seek trouble either.

On the day Emperor Chengde met Prince Andu and Princess Saiqiya, he held a palace banquet. But Fu Jiujiu didn't attend, saying she was ill at the manor.

Atushi actually went. She wasn't feeling guilty at all.

Prince Andu saw her and was still quite angry. Thinking that since this wasn't Beimo, he would have to teach her a lesson.

"Princess Mingyue, are you here in the Northern Wasteland to choose a husband?"

Arthur nodded. "Yes, I've already chosen one. Unlike... Prince Aidan, you are so old and haven't found anyone yet. tsk tsk tsk, are you sure it's not your own problem?"

His question?

What is his problem?

As soon as Prince An thought about the inhumane things he couldn't do, he wished he could dismember Lady Jia Ling into eight pieces.

How many months has he been a monk?

First published on Chinese Novel Network