The beginning of the story is always inseparable from the bleak scene.

In the snowy winter, the pedestrians on the road are in twos and threes, the cold wind is biting, and the pedestrians all tighten their clothes, wrap their robes tightly, and look back from time to time at the woman who is struggling to move forward in the snow.

The woman was thinly dressed, her face showed signs of beating, and blood clotted at the corners of her mouth, her face was as pale as snow, her shape was erect, and her high bulging abdomen was particularly eye-catching.

This is the woman Young.

Because her husband was drunk, she returned home and asked Yang for money, but Yang had no money to give, so she was severely beaten by her husband, and Yang ran out of the house.

Yang fell in the snow, Jiang Xingwen passed through the place where Yang was unconscious, brought him back to the house, took care of her, and let her give birth to her child in Jiang's house.

The child who stole the old man's money bag on the street was the son of the Yang family.

"Your Majesty, Song Tingwei is waiting for your holy decree to rehabilitate the Jiang family." The Grand Duke said.

Ji Xingzhi couldn't help but be slightly stunned when she heard this: "Isn't this matter handed over to the imperial uncle?" Could it be that Uncle Huang doesn't have the authority to give orders? ”

It's impossible, regent regent, how can he not even have this right?

When the Grand Duke heard this, he shook his head and said, "Not really, Song Tingwei went to find the prince, but the prince was not in the mansion." ”

Not in the house? Ji Xingzhi couldn't help frowning slightly: "Do you know where Uncle Huang went?" ”

"I don't know." Justice and justice.

Ji Xingzhi's brows are getting tighter and tighter, in her image, since the imperial uncle returned from traveling abroad and took over the Lizhou Kingdom, except for the regent palace and the imperial palace, the imperial uncle has basically never been anywhere else, if it is left in modern times, the imperial uncle is the kind of otaku who belongs to the super house, and there is nothing to do, so the imperial uncle can go there?

Thinking like this, Ji Xingzhi couldn't help but feel a little uneasy, and panicked in her heart.

Putting aside the inexplicable sense of uneasiness in her heart, Ji Xingzhi pursed her lips slightly: "Send someone to talk to Ruhua, and go back to Ji's house with her tomorrow." ”

"Yes."

Following.

After breakfast, Ji Xingzhi, Ji Ruhua, the Grand Duke and others left the palace in a grand manner.

Ji Ruhua, like Ji Xingzhi, usually goes out of the lying palace in a low-key manner, but today is different.

In the past, Ji Ruhua returned to the Ji family as a young lady of the Ji family, but today she went back as a princess of Lizhou, and the accompanying palace maids and guards were more than 100 people, plus there were officers and soldiers to protect them, which can be described as a big battle.

The way was opened by seven soldiers on tall horses, dressed in silver armor and helmets, with long swords hanging from their waists, all of them burly and stern-faced, walking forward with one hand on the reins and the other on the hilt of the sword, as if the next moment they would draw their swords.

At the front of the line is a general, whose silver armor is different from the rest of the soldiers, and looks more refined.

This general's name is Zhang Qian, one in twenty this year, he is a direct subordinate of Lord Lang Zhongling, and he is also a third-grade official, young and promising, because he was born handsome, he looks like a good bully, so he is often laughed at.

Ji Xingzhi asked the eldest duke to arrange for this person to escort Ji Ruhua, which also gave Ji Ruhua enough face.

Looking at the carriage where Ji Ruhua sits again, the pink curtain flutters in the wind, like a huge round pearl on the top of the carriage of the ancient castle, and the sunlight reflects the dazzling light through the pearl.

Three white horses pulled a gorgeous carriage, full of energy, eyes blazing, at first glance it is a rare good horse.

Ji Ruhua was a little flattered, looking at Ji Xingzhi, who was sitting opposite him and dressed inconspicuously, Ji Ruhua pursed her lips, lowered her head slightly to Ji Xingzhi, and whispered: "Thank you, Your Majesty." ”

Hearing this, Ji Xingzhi smiled and said, "You're welcome. ”