Chapter 12: So That’s What You’re Like, Zhi Zi

“That’s fine too.”

Jiang Li thought she had misheard.

What did “that’s fine too” mean?

Jian Lai, which family sent you as a spy?

“You said it’s fine if the Prince is gone?” Jiang Li widened her eyes, “You’re really not afraid of the Prince being gone!”

“I even want to send him on his way.”

Then, have a good killing spree, and go accompany the Prince.

Rather than living so aggrieved and painfully, it’s better to die happily.

Jiang Li immediately understood.

What Jian Lai was thinking was the same as what she was thinking.

Paralyzed in bed without dignity, living in agony, neither human nor ghost, what quality of life was there in living like this?

But, she and Jian Lai were different!

At most, she felt that if she faced such a situation, she might choose to end it herself.

But Jian Lai was thinking of killing Prince Ping.

That wouldn’t do!

They were different, different…

She felt that she had some mental illness, but now facing the truly mentally ill Jian Lai, she felt that she might still be able to be saved.

“Jian Lai, don’t be impulsive!” Jiang Li couldn’t help but say.

You’re called Jian Lai, not Luan Lai (messing around).

Even if you want to kill Prince Ping, wait until it’s cooler!

When it’s cooler, the Prince will be broken, you have to understand the rules.

At that time, she probably would have run away… right.

Uh, the time was a bit short, it was unlikely she could run, but at that time, wearing mourning clothes wouldn’t be hot anymore.

In autumn, meat could be stored, and she would marinate some meat in advance.

“Go back.” Jian Lai’s words were all with ice, “And don’t come to the Prince’s room in the future.”

Although Jiang Li really wanted to give him a white eye, she didn’t.

She went back dejectedly to continue making dumplings.

Douchou probably also heard their conversation and said, “Sister, you see, he’s not worth it at all. They don’t deserve your kindness.”

Jiang Li: “Exactly!”

Zhi Zi came back from sending the letter and also helped make dumplings.

Jiang Li told her about this and comforted herself: “It’s good this way, it’s quiet.”

Although they lived under the same roof, they wouldn’t interfere with each other.

“Then Miss, are you still going to send dumplings to the Prince tonight?” Zhi Zi asked.

Jiang Li looked at so many ingredients in the kitchen and couldn’t bring herself to say she wouldn’t send them to Prince Ping.

After all, these things could all be considered Prince Ping’s.

He provided the materials, she provided the effort, half and half, it was very reasonable.

Mainly, there were too many things, and they couldn’t be stored in the summer, and they would spoil if they weren’t eaten.

“Send them,” Jiang Li said, “When we buy our own vegetables after these things are eaten, we won’t send them to him.”

Tomorrow, she would walk around the royal mansion to see if there were any abandoned courtyards where she could grow vegetables.

This season of summer was good, whatever she planted would live.

“…I’ve planned it all out, plant cucumbers, green beans, eggplants, peppers… I don’t know if water radishes will work, but anyway, I have seeds, so I’ll plant them all and try.”

During the process of them making dumplings, the crying in the main room became intermittent.

Jiang Li thought that Mosheng was probably tired from crying, crying for a while and resting for a while.

She felt that if Prince Ping really died in the future, Mosheng could consider professional mourning as a way out.

He had the strength, really.

In the evening, Zhi Zi called Mosheng out to help carry the dumplings.

–She didn’t dare to talk to Jian Lai, she didn’t even dare to look at Jian Lai.

Mosheng窜 (dashed) out faster than a dog.

With two eyes that were swollen like peach pits, but with shining eyes, it was both incongruous and funny.

“Coming, Miss Zhi Zi, I’m coming.”

Zhi Zi was frightened by his appearance

“””

“You startled me,” Zhi Zi said quickly, “You can just call me Zhi Zi.”

“Okay, Zhi Zi, you’re so nice.”

Zhi Zi lowered her head, her face a little red.

After Mosheng took the dumplings out, Douchou began to educate Zhi Zi.

“Why are you blushing when a man talks to you? That won’t do, you can’t trust men…”

Blah blah blah.

Jiang Li was dipping dumplings in garlic sauce and eating them, feeling that her cooking skills were really good.

After eating, Mosheng brought the dishes back and wanted to help wash them.

At that time, Jiang Li had already taken Douchou out to find candles.

That’s right, it wasn’t dark yet, she couldn’t think of it without light.

Who gets married without a wedding candle?

Oh, it was her, this unlucky ghost.

Candles wouldn’t appear out of thin air, but when it got dark, she would take money to find the servants in the mansion to exchange for two to use in an emergency.

“No need, I can do it,” Zhi Zi quickly stopped Mosheng, with a bit of shyness.

“It’s okay, I used to wash the dishes myself,” Mosheng rolled up his sleeves, “Zhi Zi, I found that you’re a really nice person.”

Zhi Zi’s face turned even redder, “Don’t say that… By the way, are you feeling better now?”

“Me?”

“Yeah. I heard you in the afternoon… I was a little worried,” Zhi Zi looked at Mosheng with concern.

Mosheng sighed, “It’s too hard for the Prince, I feel bad seeing him suffer, I wish I could suffer for him. Did I scare you? I’m really sorry. Today was supposed to be a happy day, but seeing the Prince like this, we really can’t be happy.”

After a pause, he added, “The Princess Consort is wronged.”

“It’s already very good that you have such thoughts,” Zhi Zi said, “I think, Brother Mosheng, you’re really a good person.”

She sent Mosheng’s rainbow fart back to him.

“But Jian Lai… he’s a little scary…” Zhi Zi lowered her eyes at the right time, looking frightened and pitiful.

Mosheng was aroused with a desire to protect her and quickly said, “You don’t have to be afraid. Although Jian Lai is a bit that way, he’s not a bad person and won’t just do anything. If you’re afraid, just stay away from him.”

“Yeah, thank you, Brother Mosheng, thanks to you; otherwise, being new here, I’m timid and don’t understand anything, I really don’t know what to do.”

“You’re welcome, you can ask me anything in the future, we’re all family,” Mosheng said, taking on everything.

While the two were working, Zhi Zi asked Mosheng many things without showing any signs.

Jian Lai stood in the corridor with his sword, maintaining his unchanging posture.

His hearing was excellent, and he heard almost all of the conversation between the two.

He decided to withdraw his previous judgment.

–This Zhi Zi was not a good thing either.

Showing weakness was completely to manipulate Mosheng and get information from his mouth.

Mosheng, this fool, really thought of himself as a big brother, and was revealing everything at this moment.

If Zhi Zi hadn’t asked anything she shouldn’t have, Jian Lai would have gone in to interrupt her at this moment.

“I’m really worried that something will happen to the Prince,” Zhi Zi sighed, “Our Miss is now the Princess Consort, and her honor and disgrace in the future are all tied to the Prince. I really hope the Prince lives a long life and is loving with the Princess Consort.”

Mosheng began to feel sad again when he heard this.

He felt that according to Prince Ping’s condition, it would be difficult for him to live another ten years, let alone live a long life.

And it was even more impossible to be loving with the Princess Consort.

The Prince didn’t want to see outsiders at all.

Oh, not even insiders.

“The Prince’s poison attacks are becoming more and more frequent, and he himself is tired of the world,” Mosheng wept, “I really don’t dare to think about what I’ll do in the future if the Prince is gone.”

“And the Princess Consort, she’s too pitiful,” Zhi Zi said sadly.