The eldest prince is pale and thin, although he is dressed in brocade, but he still can't hide his weak sick body, he is about twenty-one or twelve years old, no matter where he goes, he is supported by two eunuchs, one on the left and one on the right, and even a word has to breathe for three points.

"Xuan, this is the 'two-legged sheep' that goes down to your daily decoction." The emperor lightly twisted his terrifying beard and said to the eldest prince.

The eldest prince glanced at the room where dozens of cages were kept, reached out to cover his mouth and nose, and coughed. The eunuch hurriedly handed over a brocade handkerchief, and was busy patting him gently on the back to ease him. Soon, his pale face was so red that it seemed to drip blood, and after several attempts, he could not utter a word, and his back arched more and more, like a prawn that had been thrown to the shore and was dying.

"Help the eldest prince to go to the Qingfeng Pavilion to rest." The emperor frowned, glanced at the eldest prince impatiently, and rushed down to order. The subordinate got the order and helped the eldest prince to walk away slowly.

The second prince looked like he was fourteen or fifteen years old, wearing a dark yellow python robe, his body was slightly fat, his back was straight, and he couldn't see his face clearly against the light, but he could clearly see that he was actually carrying a cold nine-ring big wide knife that was extremely different from his age behind his back! He looked at the eldest prince who was being helped away, the corners of his mouth were raised, and he stepped into the house full of peculiar smells.

The lights in the room were not bright, except for the oil lamps burning on the walls, and only the sunlight shining through the open doors. The second prince walked slowly between the cages, his eyes roamed between the "two-legged sheep", and from time to time he stretched out his feet and kicked the cages, and if the people in the cages showed a frightened expression to him, he laughed and became more and more fierce.

He walked over and approached Qiqi's cage, Qiqi shrank as much as he could, showing indifference and stupidity. He walked over, with a chill that Qiqi felt very familiar.

Qiqi raised his eyes slightly, and saw his face through the firelight on the wall, Qiqi's body couldn't help but tremble, what kind of face was that? The nose is straight and the mouth is square, handsome and compelling, the corners of the mouth are slightly upturned, although it still has a green appearance, but in the previous life, Qiqi was confused by this face. That's right, he just has a face that is exactly the same as Zhang's quality, could it be that he also crossed over? He actually crossed over and became the second prince?

In an instant, Qiqi had a hundred thoughts in his heart, but the final result of each one was to jump up and strangle him with his own hands!

Qiqi closed her eyes, shrunk her neck, and tried her best to let the coarse cloth on her body cover her face, and she clearly felt that he was leaning over and looking at herself through the cage. Does he still know himself? Does he still want to continue mutilating himself?

"Ha, this two-legged sheep is very well-behaved and interesting!" The second prince stopped at the edge of the cage and reached out to pull the cloth wrapped around Qiqi.

"Hello, but you like this one?" The king came over.

"Yes, Father! You see, these eyebrows and eyes are delicate! It's a pity that it's too thin, and the cooking must not be fat enough. The second prince still looked at Qiqi with interest, his eyes didn't look like he had known each other, he really didn't know himself anymore or was he pretending?

"Since you like it, you'll give it to you." The emperor waved his hand.

"Thank you, Father! Can I raise her on my own? He asked.

"Of course." The emperor replied.