The Prince of Jing stomped his foot behind, "Qin Jiu, you damn well get back here and explain to , how am I a scumbag?"
Thankfully, the Prince of Jing rembered Ye Jiu’s disguise, so he kept his voice down; otherwise, Ye Jiu’s identity would’ve probably been exposed by now.
However, outsiders saw a little servant daring to get onto the carriage before the Prince of Jing and couldn’t help but sigh at his audacity to act presumptuously in front of the prince.
Yet, the Prince of Jing actually indulged him.
At this mont, Ye Jiu had already boarded the carriage, without any intention of paying attention to the Prince of Jing.
The Prince of Jing, helpless, could only follow and likewise boarded the carriage.
Zi Ling hesitated and also got on the carriage but didn’t dare to go inside. She could only sit on the cart’s edge with the coachman, shivering in the cold wind.
Inside the carriage, the Prince of Jing persisted, "You brat, clarify with , exactly how am I a scumbag?"
From his heart, the Prince of Jing believed that, compared to others who have a lively rear courtyard, he couldn’t even gather enough for a table of mahjong, making him an incredibly rare good man.
At this mont, Ye Jiu suddenly cald down, "It’s been almost four years!"
This seemingly irrelevant sentence suddenly made the Prince of Jing uneasy.
Ye Jiu had returned to the capital city three and a half years ago, and this ntion of four years was referring to when the Princess Consort went to the temple to pray.
Thinking about these four years, the Prince of Jing had only gone to see the Princess Consort once, which was when Ye Jiu had just returned, and he went to tell her.
After that, he hadn’t gone again.
Outsiders thought he was heartless, but only he knew he didn’t dare to go.
The feeling of bereavent was fleeting, and the Prince of Jing resud as usual, "Yeah, it’s been four years, you’ve been back for over three years, haven’t you?"
Ye Jiu knew what he ant. He hadn’t gone, but neither had she.
But, "Don’t compare to you, we’re not the sa."
"How are we different? My Princess Consort is your biological mother; in terms of blood relations, you should be closer." said the Prince of Jing.
"Ha!" Ye Jiu just pulled a corner of her mouth, then stopped talking.
The Prince of Jing might never know, regardless of him or the Princess Consort, neither could ever compare to the place the He family holds in Ye Jiu’s heart.
In fact, they couldn’t even compare to Old Man Ye.
Even though the Prince of Jing can give her the glory that the Ye Family couldn’t, the Ye Family gave her another life!
They wouldn’t understand Ye Jiu’s desperation at that ti, so they wouldn’t understand the importance of the Ye Family mbers in Ye Jiu’s current heart.
Suddenly, the Prince of Jing reacted, looked at Ye Jiu, "Brat, don’t change the subject. Be honest with Dad, have you had any contact with Sikong Mo over the years?"
"Yeah!" Ye Jiu looked at the Prince of Jing, eyebrows arched.
The Prince of Jing beca inexplicably irritable, "Don’t get mad at Dad, be honest."
Ye Jiu laughed, "The truth is, yes."
Seeing Ye Jiu’s expression didn’t look like she was lying, the Prince of Jing panicked, even wanting to deceive himself. However, his facial expression clearly showed his inner fear.
With an awkward laugh, the Prince of Jing said, "What a joke, these years, you’ve been living right under my nose, having contact with Sikong Mo, no matter how hidden it was, within the Royal Residence, it couldn’t have escaped my eyes."
"See, I told the truth, but you don’t believe it, so you can’t bla ." Ye Jiu shrugged helplessly.
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