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42. The Daughter-to-Dangling Rebellion (3)

Deep in the palace, the ninety-five-year-old man suddenly developed a high fever. It was such a common symptom that even the experienced imperial doctors were deceived. He thought he was infected with summer heat first, then exposed to moisture, and contracted an ordinary wind-chill under the force of cold and heat. It was just an ordinary wind-chill.

I never thought that once something starts, many things will have to change.

Xiang Xue's small body was immersed in the warm hot water, and her soft fine hair was soaked by the steam, spread out casually, and hung on the edge of the barrel. Her cheeks were smoked pink and attractive, and her dark eyes were comfortable.

The ground squinted slightly.

It's so comfortable, it would be better if there wasn't someone nagging me.

"...Miss, did you listen to this?"

Zhu Wanxiang still feels panicked now. Xiang Xue's embarrassed appearance today really frightened her. Although her clothes and pants were intact, they were covered with dirty moss and dirt, and there were even blood stains on the edges of her shoes.

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There is no reason for the anger. The prince is indeed partial. He caused such a big thing and only confined her for two days to think about her fault. If something really happened to the young lady, even if she was locked up for ten and a half months, what's the use!

"I know, I know." His ears felt itchy, so he simply shrank his shoulders, lowered half of his face, and puffed out small bubbles.

As soon as she saw the dark expression on the girl's face when she entered, she knew that a lecture was inevitable.

"...And you, a girl, Jiajia, how can you bring around men as you please..."

"That one isn't called a man, he's just a little kid at most."

Her beautiful eyebrows were slightly raised, a little dismissive, but she just forgot that she was only a half-grown boy now.

She obviously only had half her life left, but she still pretended to be a hero! She talked for a long time and her saliva was dry, and she only got a "hmm"!

Thinking of the serious miscommunication between the two people along the way, someone couldn't help feeling sulky.

In fact, even if Ye Jin was beaten very badly, to the point where he was almost unrecognizable, judging from the development of his body and bones alone, it can be estimated that his age is between fourteen and five years old, which is similar to Ximen Ji's age.

It's a pity that regardless of Xiang Xue's appearance, she is indeed more mature than many people mentally. In her eyes, Ye Jin is just a child.

"...You don't even know how worried the third lady is, you all..."

"It's so cool. I won't be able to do it next time. Please help me get dressed. It's going to be cold to death."

Speaking of that stinky child, he was left in the care of the housekeeper as soon as he came back. It was time to go see how he was doing. If the wound was healed well, he could be let go in two days. According to her plan, it was impossible and impossible.

It is necessary to trap Ye Jin in the palace. Bringing him back is just an excuse.

In his stubborn eyes, there was a longing for freedom that could not be hidden. It was very deep, but she still noticed it. Maybe in some ways, she was very similar to him.

After she got lost, she strayed into South Street and was surrounded by a few gangsters for blackmail. Fortunately, she met a "kind-hearted person" who saved her life. However, the "benefactor" was beaten with injuries all over her body.

Knowing how to repay kindness is what Master taught.

The above was an external statement. As for why she didn't tell the story of meeting those two freaks, she couldn't explain the reason. It was just intuition, and her intuition was always very accurate.

Anyway, there is nothing wrong with this. She will avoid trouble, and Ye Jin can take the opportunity to treat his injuries and even get a large sum of compensation, enough for him to live for a year and a half.

Walking through the hall, smelling the fresh air after the heavy rain. If it goes too far, it will hurt. The water has soaked the soil softly, and the air is also mixed with the smell of rotting flowers, leaves, roots and stems, which is a bit nauseating. I am beaten by the rain.
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