The vicious villain is in luck again

"Ninth Prince?" Mrs. Jiang opened her eyes wide, turned her head to look at Mr. Jiang, her mouth opened slightly wider, and her tone of voice also raised a lot, "You mean, the Ninth Prince who was being chased by our Third Prince?"

Mr. Jiang saw her surprised look and stroked his beard, "Who else could it be? You are making too much of a fuss."

Mrs. Jiang touched Mr. Jiang's arm with the back of her hand and stared directly into his eyes, "Why did the Ninth Prince come to Guyu County?"

Mr. Jiang put his hands behind his back, turned around and walked slowly for a few steps, looking at the closed door, "The Ninth Prince was chased all the way and fled in a panic."

"According to the intelligence from the last time they saw the Ninth Prince, all the guards around the Ninth Prince were gone. He himself was unable to defeat the Ninth Prince with only two fists. This time is a good opportunity to eliminate the root cause."

"If the Ninth Prince is removed, the Concubine Gao will have no one to rely on. How can her father, a poor scholar with no merits, and her mother, who has no brute force and only knows how to kill pigs, compete with our Jiang and Zhao families?"

After hearing this, Mrs. Jiang smiled. She made a fist with one hand and wrapped it with the other hand, "In this way, Concubine Yan will not have her biggest rival in the palace. It is certain that the third prince will inherit the throne."

Bar?"

Mr. Jiang glanced at her, gentle and steady, "Nothing is absolute. Without the Ninth Prince, there will be other princes to obstruct her."

"But..." A smile gradually appeared on his face again, showing the pride of a sure victory, "The other princes are nothing compared to the Ninth Prince."

Mrs. Jiang thought of something and excitedly followed Master Jiang in a few steps and stood side by side with him, "Master, if we can find the Ninth Prince and wait until the Third Prince ascends the throne, we will be a great contributor."

"By then, our branch will also have a place in the Jiang family."

Mr. Jiang was noncommittal. He had already thought of what Mrs. Jiang said, otherwise he would not have stayed in the imperial capital for so long, all because of the disappearance of the Ninth Prince in Guyu County.

After Mrs. Jiang was excited, she felt sad again.

She frowned and said distressedly: "But, how should we find the Ninth Prince?"

"This Guyu County is neither big nor small, nor desolate. There are many travelers coming and going from all walks of life on weekdays. It is really difficult to find someone."

However, Mr. Jiang has no worries. He discussed the strategy with everyone when he was in the imperial capital, "Our family is not the only one in Guyu County, isn't Concubine Yan's family also there?"

"They are more anxious and caring than us."

"What's more, the second boy in their family is very capable, isn't he? He is very knowledgeable about information."

"Let's let them cast stones to ask for directions first, and then look for them. This will save a lot of effort."

"Yes." After Mr. Jiang reminded her, Mrs. Jiang suddenly understood, "We can deepen our cooperation with the Zhao family."

She said, "It just so happens that Yitong will come over to learn horse riding with Guaibao in the past few days. I can also take this opportunity to discuss things with him."

Mr. Jiang raised his eyebrows. Mrs. Jiang's remarks made him somewhat unexpected.

"It seems like a lot of things happened in the house during my absence."

He asked with interest, "When did the second son of the Zhao family become so close to our daughter?"

"Why did our daughter suddenly become interested in horse riding?"

Mr. Jiang slowly scratched his chin and lifted a few strands of beard, "I remember that in the past, she had no other opinions about Mr. Zhao Er, and was cold and indifferent."

Mrs. Jiang said: "After all, we have grown up together since childhood, and we can be considered childhood sweethearts. Although we have always been lukewarm, our relationship is always closer than others."

"Besides." She lightly hit Mr. Jiang, "Our dear baby wants to learn to ride a horse, and it's not because of you, a father who we don't see a few times a year."

There was some dissatisfaction and complaint in Mrs. Jiang's words, as well as a sense of distress for her daughter, "Baby, for this prayer festival, our family will have more fun when we go out, so we must take Wuyuan out for a walk."

As Mr. Jiang listened, his sympathy for his daughter deepened, but he also had some questions.

"Wu Yuan has a very fierce temper. Can she control my daughter?"

Mrs. Jiang said, "There is a new servant in the house. He has great eyesight, and Yitaki will also come to take care of the baby, so I don't have to worry about it."

She talked to herself for a long time and got no response, so she realized something was wrong.

Mrs. Jiang stopped and looked at Mr. Jiang, and saw that he was thoughtful, "Why, do you have any worries?"

Mr. Jiang pondered for a long time, with a solemn expression, "I was just thinking about the relationship between the second boy Zhao and his daughter. Our daughter wants to get close, so what is the second boy's plan?"

But after a while, he felt relieved again, "It can't be a bad thing. Our two families have the same goal. We are in the same camp. We probably want to get closer."

"I couldn't be happier if they could have a closer relationship."

Mr. Jiang's voice trailed off with a long ending, and the words were still not finished. The unfinished meaning and thoughts in the words were all contained in the gradually disappearing ending.

Mrs. Jiang knew what Mr. Jiang was worried about. The Zhao family only had one person to achieve enlightenment, and they had no foundation at all. If it weren't for Zhao Yuyan and Zhao Yilong, they wouldn't be where they are now. They would even give the Zhao family a little favor.

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Seeing that the Zhao family, who used to be respectful to the Jiang family, is now starting to fight with them, everyone will feel uncomfortable. Especially their family, because they are in the same county as the Zhao family, they usually have to deal with each other and eat.

Make some dark losses.

However, they were also looking forward to the third prince ascending to the throne. They were already on the same rope as the Zhao family. No matter how unhappy they were, they could only endure it.

She and Mr. Jiang were in the same mood at the moment. They were both in a mixed mood. Feng Shui was taking turns. No one could explain this kind of fate. No matter how difficult it was, they could only accept their fate.

Mrs. Jiang gently put her arm on Mr. Jiang's shoulder and rubbed it for him, "I must be very tired during my time away from home. Let's take a good rest and go have lunch together later."

Mr. Jiang exhaled deeply, feeling his wife's tenderness and thoughtfulness, and suddenly felt relaxed.

He reached behind his back and hugged Mrs. Jiang, turned around and held her in his arms, "Madam, when I was away, you had to take care of all the big and small things in the house. You worked hard too."

In the dim room, the two hugged each other quietly.

Outside the door, He Yiyi stood quietly.

She looked at the closed door for a long time and left without expression.

An Ran used rest as an excuse to perfectly escape the embarrassing scene that would occur when dining with Mr. Jiang and Mrs. Jiang.

At first, she thought this was not allowed. After all, she could be regarded as Mr. Jiang's daughter. This was Mr. Jiang's first day back after a long absence. Mrs. Jiang should not let her stay here so easily.

room.

But when she sent Luyuan to reject Chunyu who came to invite her to have a meal, no one really bothered her anymore.

This was something she didn't expect, but she was happy to see it happen.

An Ran lay lazily on the couch. After his body became a little stiff, he turned around and continued to lie down.

There will be a tough battle to be fought in two days. She must seize the time to rest well these days and cherish this lazy time.

There was a clear knock on the door, one after another, as loud as the beat of a drum.

An Ran asked, "Who?"

The knocking on the door stopped.

After a while, the voice that An Ran had just heard in the morning rang out, "Sister, it's me."

An Ran put his hands on both sides of his body and sat up from the couch.

He Yiyi?

Why did she come here suddenly?

An Ran settled down and straightened her hair and clothes in front of the bronze mirror before opening the door.

As soon as a crack was opened, He Yi's small white fingers stretched out.

An Ran was shocked.

They turned around, with the backs of their hands facing each other, and their fingers clasping tightly on both sides of the door.

Then, the door was pushed open by an irresistible force.

An then took a step back, retracted his hands behind his back, and saw He Yiyi with a peaceful face.

It's just that this calm expression appears on an eight-year-old girl, which is a bit strange.

He Yiyi's face is childish, but her expression is mature, as if her little body contains the soul of an adult.

An Ran smelled an unusual smell.

She smiled, intending to ease the vaguely tense atmosphere, "You were very strong just now."

He Yi said, "My mother is also very strong."

Although she was only one year old at the time, she will never forget the force that pinched her. It has been deeply engraved into her bones and blood.

He Yiyi never thought about this matter deliberately. She never thought about why her mother strangled her to death again after giving birth, or why she chose to strangle her to death in public.

She only thought about who saved her.

He Yiyi looked at the girl standing in front of her who was more than a head taller than her.

Her, nominal sister.

She seemed a little confused, but she still tried her best to smile at He Yiyi.

The smile is not natural at all.

She should study more.

I should learn more from her sister.

He Yiyi thought about it and took two steps forward.

She felt the corners of her lips moving, rising slowly, like a bud slowly blooming.

Then she saw two flashes of surprise in the eyes of the people standing.

In an instant, a very deep and very diffuse joy spread to He Yiyi's entire heart.

He Yiyi sighed in his heart.

Her lovely sister has never been able to resist such a smile from her.

How could such a lovely sister like her be taken advantage of by others and involved in something dark, ugly and bloody?

If someone must go through those sword flashes and bloodshed, let her do it.

Her sister should live a smooth and peaceful life.

He Yiyi turned around and left.

An Ran watched strangely as the fragrant and soft little girl took two steps forward, raised a super sweet and charming smile to her, and then turned around without saying a word.

What is going on?

She hurriedly followed her out and called out to her, "Hey Yiyi."

He Yiyi stopped.

An Ran asked He Yiyi's back, "What's wrong with you?"

Did you get excited after meeting Mr. Jiang and Mrs. Jiang?

She guessed.

He Yiyi lowered his head, his originally clear childish voice a little hoarse, "Is there anything you want, sister?"

An Ran was surprised. He Yiyi also came to ask her what she wanted.

But she really didn't want anything. If she really wanted something, it would probably be Wen Feiran's luck.

"Does sister want Wen Feiran?" she asked.

"I know what you are thinking."

An Ran, who was thinking: "!!!"

This little girl is astonishing when she doesn't open her mouth.

How did He Yiyi think of Wen Feiran?

"You." An Ran said one word before being interrupted by He Yiyi.

"But, I can't give him to you."

He Yiyi turned his head and smiled at An Ran, a smile that was softer and sweeter than before.

An Ran was dazzled by this smile and almost lost all the ideas in her mind.

God, the little girl's smile is so powerful.

He Yi smiled and said, innocently and softly.

"Anything else is fine, but this is the only one I will never, never give up to you."