As her identity, I am afraid that everyone should be kneeling at her feet and looking up. Who dares to let her kneel?

At this time, he finally understood why Zi Mo's identity as a little maid could fight against the imperial power with one person, scold the imperial concubine, slap the princess, and face the anger of the powerful without fear.

Because in her eyes, even the Empress Dowager Xiling and the Emperor should kneel down in front of her lady.

She was so rude that she didn't kill her on the spot...

He finally understood why Xuan Qi and Zi Mo Youzhi were worried that Jiuqing would be moved by him, and even tried to stop him intentionally or unintentionally... How could Si Jiuqing's identity look down on a small prince of Xiling?

Little... Prince Xiling?

Ye Jin silently laughed at himself. It turned out that the so-called royal family, the so-called princes and nobles, were not always superior. In the eyes of some people, the royal family that they think was unattainable was actually just like this.

...but that's it.

"Ye Jin." Jiuqing's voice sounded in his ears, "What are you thinking?"

Ye Jin came back to her senses, but turned to look at her silently, without saying anything for a moment.

Jiuqing frowned slightly, feeling that Ye Jin's mood seemed to be a little wrong, but at this time she also thought about delving into it and handed the things in her hand to him, "Is this the case?"

Jiuqing subconsciously lowered his eyes and then his face changed slightly.

Urn.

Made of gloomy golden nanmu, a small urn, presented to him exactly.

There is a smooth groove at the front of the box, and two gilded fonts are carved with special techniques, Xifei.

After Xipin passed away, she was posthumously named Concubine and was named Concubine Xi.

It turned out that when he was lost, Jiuqing had broken the mechanism under the bed and took out the urn?

Ye Jin slowly reached out to take it, feeling all kinds of emotions in his heart, and the clearest feeling was that he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

It seemed as if I had finally escaped from the shackles of many years, and a layer of shadow shrouded in my heart was wiped away. A feeling called liberation accompanied by fatigue filled every meridian in my body, and began to scream wildly.

Jiuqing put the sandalwood bed board that he had just taken back, made a brief concealment, raised his hand casually and waved it lightly, and the royal mattresses on the ground all returned to the dragon bed.

Jiuqing did it himself, spread the dragon bed carefully, put the pillow back in place, and confirmed that there was nothing wrong with it, then turned around and looked at Ye Jinghong, who was still dull and lost his mind on the soft couch, and said lightly: "Ye Jin, put him back, we can have a good chat with your father."

Ye Jin raised her eyes and looked at her with some confusion, "Talk?"

"Well." Jiuqing casually walked to the chair beside him and sat down, with a little cold tone, "Your father forcibly broke up someone else's marriage and snatched someone else's wife. Although thirty years have passed, the truth should always be restored."

Ye Jin was stunned, "Snatch someone else's wife?"

Jiuqing didn't explain, but said, "Let your father tell you the truth."

There has always been no shortage of secrets in the royal family...

Ye Jin immediately walked to the wall grid behind the dragon bed and took out a piece of yellow satin, wrapped her mother's urn, placed it aside, and then took Ye Jinghong back to the bed and adjusted him to his previous position.
Chapter completed!