People who have never been in a wheelchair may not be able to appreciate the excitement of being able to stand again.

She was once famous in the human empire in the name of genius, and she was a genius among her peers and even several generations.

Such a person must be arrogant, and so is Di Jiu, but the sudden disability makes her feel that there is no hope of living, like a butterfly with folded wings, like a ...... A chef who has no sense of taste.

That sense of disparity can instantly crush a person, so, how can she not hate!

So the current Emperor Jiu cherishes the opportunity to walk again.

When the moonlight was about to end, Di Jiu, who had been walking all night, returned to the bed to take a nap.

Because she remembered that tomorrow was the annual banquet of the palace.

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The cold wind outside the window blew without a clue, and it was still cold and unforgettable.

Di Jiu leaned in front of the window, and only then did he see her face clearly.

Her immature face is inlaid with a pair of bewitching and deep ink eyes, her skin is fair, her outline is rarely a little manly, her nose is high, her lips are thin, her eyebrows are frowning, and she is not angry and arrogant.

At the age of fourteen, he already has the height of an adult, and his bewitching eyes are sharp, and the tips of his eyes are slightly raised, with a hint of mockery.

"This wind blows, it's really presumptuous."

Although Emperor Jiu said so, he had no intention of closing the window.

"Is it blinded by hatred, and still standing here when it's cold!" A voice came from my head.

Emperor Jiu hooked his lips, smiling rather than smiling.

It's good to be sentient, and being sentient means she's still alive, and she's not turned back into the shredded corpse covered in flies and smelling of decay!

"Jiujiu, why don't I tell you who killed you."

"No, I don't." Di Jiu's tone was cold and hard, "If you tell me, then what is the meaning of my rebirth?" ”

She had to find out the person who killed her herself, and what she took from her Emperor Jiu, even if it was a hair, had to be returned!

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On the way to the Imperial Capital Banquet Palace, the snow was like goose feathers, sprinkling on the ground to form an invisible white carpet.

A shadow fell into view, she was wearing a noble robe made of black brocade, with a plush neck scarf around her neck to block her non-existent Adam's apple, and the robe was embroidered with dark stripes, slim and long, setting off the person's unique noble temperament.

Emperor Jiu walked in the palace on foot, she no longer needed a sedan chair, and before leaving the palace, she also specially instructed Han Lang to throw away all the sedan chairs in the Ziyang Palace.

When the passing servant Gong E saw Emperor Jiu, she immediately knelt down and kowtowed, shouting one after another: The eldest prince.

This respectful and noble title made Di Jiu bend his lips.

Once, these were very useful to her.

Even when he died, he was still used.

It wasn't until her corpse was invaded by the weak mosquitoes of flies and mosquitoes that she felt that these things could be scattered casually.

The palace is very large and far away, and when Emperor Jiu admired it all the way and came to the banquet court all the way, there were already a lot of people gathered there.

Hundreds of civil and military officials stood up with their families and treated each other with a bow salute.

"Welcome to the Great Prince!"

The loud voice resounded through the hall, and it also sounded the alarm bell in Di Jiu's heart.

The game really started again.

Those eyes that contained endless darkness swept over the faces of those present, and she wanted to remember everyone here.

No, it's to remember more clearly!

Looking at the man who walked slowly from outside the hall, the emperor on the high seat smiled with satisfaction.

"No courtesy."

"Thank you, the eldest prince!" The civil and military officials got up and sat down.

Emperor Jiu walked to the hall, knelt down in his robe, his head touched the ground, and his voice was loud.

"Son, see my father, long live my father, long live, long live!"

Every word, Emperor Jiu bit it very clearly.