After listening to the words of the father and son, Chu Xintian was not easy to say anything.

In addition, Bai Yongjing is still very young and does not know what kind of person he will become in the future.

Chu Xintian felt that he could not prescribe for his son what path he would choose in the future according to his preferences.

Chu Xintian is a person with a modern spirit. She also wants to use modern thinking to let her son follow his own path according to his preferences and choices in the future!

The next morning, Zhao Wu got up before dawn, cleaned up, left Chaoyang Street, and came to the barracks.

Although Bai Yongjing knew that he would be able to visit his father in the barracks within two days, he was still a little unhappy when he had breakfast. Chu Xintian persuaded him to go to school happily.

After Bai Yongjing was sent away, Chu Xintian was the only one left. Although she was pure, she suddenly felt that something was missing.

Chu Xintian sat in the medical hall reading a book, occasionally remembering the scene when Zhao Wu disturbed her.

"It's really ......" Chu Xintian felt that Zhao Wu's influence on her was getting bigger and bigger.

"Madam, someone from King Zhao's mansion has come, saying that the old lady told you to go back." Hongmei came over and said.

"Let me go through it again?" Chu Xintian felt strange that Zhao Wangfu was looking for her too often.

Did Mrs. Zhao talk to her about entering King Zhao's mansion?

In any case, her elders told her to go, and she had to.

After changing clothes, Chu Xintian and Hongmei came to the gate of Chaoyang Street.

Strangely, before the Zhao Wangfu asked Chu Xintian to go, they would send a carriage. They knew that there was only one carriage on Chaoyang Street. At this time, the carriage took Bai Yongjing to school, but he never returned.

However, today the Zhao Wangfu did not send a carriage here.

Chu Xintian wondered: "Who brought the news?"

"It's a little guy, he's gone." Hongmei thought it was strange.

Chu Xintian didn't think much about it. "It doesn't matter. Go hire a carriage. ”

Chu Xintian didn't expect that when she arrived at King Zhao's mansion, she found that it was not Mrs. Zhao who invited her.

"Doctor Chu, the prince is waiting for you." Entering the gate of King Zhao's mansion, before he took two steps, there was a familiar little girl, wearing yellow clothes. She went to Chu Xintian and said.

"Didn't the old lady invite me here?" Chu Xintian wondered if someone had made a mistake about this matter.

She looked at Hongmei and asked.

"Yes, the little guy went to Chaoyang Street. He said that the old lady had called his wife here. How did you become a prince now?" Hongmei didn't understand.

"Doctor Chu, Sister Hongmei," said the maid in yellow, "the little guy who just spoke to me is my brother." He's confused. Maybe he's wrong, don't be angry. ”

"What's your name?" Chu Xintian asked.

"The slave is called Camellia." The little maid hesitated for a while before telling Chu Xintian her name.

"Hongmei, you go to the old lady's side and say that I was called to the east courtyard by the prince. I'll see her later. Chu Xintian didn't let Hongmei follow her.

At that time, Hongmei didn't understand what Chu Xintian meant, but she did as Chu Xintian said, turned around and walked in the direction of Old Taijun Zhao's courtyard.

Camellia saw that the red plum had really left, and there was a panicked look on her face. However, she immediately put away the expression on her face in order to recover as much as possible.

"Camellia, how old are you? When did you come to King Zhao's mansion?" Chu Xintian followed Camellia to the East Courtyard and chatted with her as she walked.

Chu Xintian noticed the horror that flashed on Camellia's face just now.

"Slave, slave maid is 14 years old this year, she just came in a month ago, and she ...... a month ago"

"Working in the East Courtyard?"

"Yes, yes......" Camellia walked forward briskly, wiping the sweat from her forehead with her handkerchief as she went. I don't know if it's because of the heat or the nervousness.

"The prince and the princess, are they loose or tight with the people below?" Chu Xintian asked calmly.

After listening to Chu Xintian's question, Camellia's face turned a little pale. She raised her hand and kept wiping the sweat from her forehead. The handkerchief is wet.

Chu Xintian looked at it, his eyes were cold.