Xiang Jin slandered in her heart, but she didn't expect Qingqing's anger to disappear long ago, and she also thought of a lot of good words, ready to use them to please Qingqing, but now it seems that she can't use them all!

"Is there anything I can do to help?"

Although she didn't need to coax Qingqing to dissipate her anger, she still showed a considerate appearance, because Qingqing's expression looked a little dignified.

Zhao Ziyi shook his head silently, as if he didn't want to mention the "tricky thing" in his mouth.

Seeing Zhao Ziyi's preoccupied appearance, Xiang Jin guessed that the emperor was probably making things difficult for Qingqing again, he didn't want to say it, and she naturally didn't want to ask, if Qingqing wanted her to know, she would definitely be outspoken, so she decided to keep silent and not embarrass him.

After pondering for a long time, Zhao Ziyi suddenly whispered: "That jade flute is a relic of my mother's concubine!" ”

Relic?! Didn't you say that the eighth princess was missing?

Xiang Jin looked up at Zhao Ziyi and asked in surprise, "Eighth princess?" Could it be that she has ...... No longer alive? ”

Zhao Ziyi closed his eyes and sighed bitterly: "I don't know, it shouldn't be there!" Otherwise, how could he give up his children and abandon them? ”

Zhao Ziyi loves and hates this mother, in his memory, his mother is a beautiful and gentle woman, the relationship between his parents is very good, and his mother also loves him very much.

He always remembered how his mother played the jade flute to lull him to sleep, but he never figured out why his mother was so ruthless and left him alone after his father's death.

So in Zhao Ziyi's heart, instead of letting him accept the fact that he was abandoned by his mother, it is better to make him believe that his mother has died.

Xiang Jin wanted to comfort Zhao Ziyi, but her mind was not as delicate as that of ordinary women, she didn't know how to comfort people, and she wouldn't make up a beautiful lie to deceive him in order to make Zhao Ziyi feel better, so she just followed his words.

"No mother would be so ruthless, maybe the eighth princess and the eighth prince have a deep love, and they are really martyred!"

Zhao Ziyi's heart actually hopes that his mother will live, but he just can't let go of the incomprehension and complaints in his heart.

Mother is really martyred with her father!

Hearing Xiang Jin's words, Zhao Ziyi felt that the thoughts that had been tangled in his heart seemed to be broken in an instant, and his heart was like being pulled back and forth by a rusty hacksaw, and he was in pain.

Gritting his teeth to endure the pain in his heart, Zhao Ziyi closed his eyes, buried his head in Xiang Jin's shoulder socket, and stopped talking.

Feeling Zhao Ziyi's slightly trembling body, Xiang Jin knew that Qingqing was quite uncomfortable at this time, but she didn't know what to say to comfort him, so she only silently stroked his back and helped him soothe his emotions little by little.

Knock Knock Knock ......

There was a knock at the door.

Zhao Ziyi's emotions had gradually calmed down, he stood up straight, his face returned to the previous flatness, and responded: "Come in!" ”

The housekeeper Cheng Bo pushed the door in.

"Lord Wang, princess, the second son of the Huo family sent a letter to the princess!"

Cheng Bo directly explained his intention and handed Huo Zhan's letter to Zhao Ziyi.

Zhao Ziyi bowed his head slightly and motioned for Cheng Bo to go down.

Looking at the words "Princess Yong'an personally opened" on the envelope, Zhao Ziyi's hand holding the envelope tightened unconsciously, although he felt uncomfortable, he still handed the letter to Xiang Jin.

Xiang Jin had nothing to do with Changbai, but Changbai was a little confused about her feelings before, but the last time she came out, Changbai had already returned to normal, so she was naturally frank in her heart, and in front of Zhao Ziyi, she opened the letter generously and looked at it.

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