Changsheng, "…"
She really did not want to admit that the woman who looked like a human trafficker was her mother.
"Mother, God Slaying …"
Changsheng stepped forward and was about to salute when she suddenly saw the long saber worn by the woman's waist. A trace of astonishment flashed across her eyes.
Two God Slaying Sabers?
Could it be that the foreign woman did not steal her mother's saber and she misunderstood?
That was true. The palace was heavily guarded and her mother was strong. It was almost impossible to break through the layers of obstacles and steal the God Slaying Saber.
"What's wrong?"
The woman asked her with a smile.
Changsheng recounted everything that had happened just now in great detail and said with slight embarrassment, "I was reckless and almost caused an unjust case."
"It's good to know one's mistake and correct it. Just send someone to withdraw the order. If you meet him, send someone to give him some silver as compensation. "
Changsheng whispered. The four of them got on the carriage. Wei Ci took the initiative to put a curtain hat on the woman's face.
Fushou sat on the woman's lap. He seemed to be very used to this kind of intimate interaction. He asked with a smile, "Your Majesty, where are we going?"
"The Flower Festival is also a birthday. We are going out for a spring parade and have fun with the people." The woman smiled and said, "Does Fushou not like to go?"
Fushou pursed his lips and said, "Of course not, but …"
His eyes wandered and looked pitifully at Crown Princess Changsheng, as if asking if he could say it.
Changsheng said, "Today seems to be the death anniversary of Fushou's' birth mother '. He is very filial, I am afraid it is not good for him to play freely."
The woman's expression froze for a moment.
"I see, Fushou is very filial." Touching the small knot on Fushou's head, Fushou showed a shy smile.
For him, His Majesty's praise was as precious as his father's. One sentence could make him happy for a long time.
There were many tourists outside. Wei Ci and the others were dressed plainly. The woman and Changsheng wore a curtain hat to cover their faces. No one discovered their identity. Fushou insisted on walking on his own. He held the woman in one hand and Wei Ci in the other. He ran two steps with a smile and suddenly jumped up.
"Fly …"
Changsheng followed a step or two behind the three. Watching Fushou 'swing', she could not help but curl her lips and say, "Childish."
Fushou didn't hear her words and continued to play. The two adults were also happy to cooperate.
The woman looked back at her daughter and said with a smile, "Changsheng wants to try too?"
Changsheng looked at her mother, the Grand Tutor, and herself. She coldly rejected this unreasonable suggestion.
Although she was still young, she had grown very quickly. She was almost as tall as a thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy.
With his height, how could he imitate Fushou, who was fat and short, to play on the swing?
The four of them were like an ordinary family taking a stroll in the spring. When they were tired, they sat on the ground and tasted the food they had prepared early in the morning.
Fushou would eat independently, but he was not skilled. He often smeared food residue on the corner of his mouth, and the woman tirelessly helped him wipe it.
Changsheng looked at the two of them with mixed feelings until she handed over a handkerchief that emitted the fragrance of honey locust.
"Grand Tutor!"
Changsheng called out in slight embarrassment.
Wei Ci could not help but smile. He picked a few of Changsheng's favorite foods for her.
"Grand Tutor, I am no longer a child."
Although he said so, his actions were honest and he didn't hesitate to eat.
The Grand Tutor's culinary skills could crush the royal chefs!
"In my eyes, Your Highness is always a distance away from adulthood."
As soon as he finished speaking, Fushou also noticed the situation. He shouted and opened his mouth, "Fushou wants it too, ah …"
"No, the Grand Tutor prepared it for me. Why are you snatching it?" Changsheng finished the plate in two or three bites.
Fushou saw the situation and immediately gave up.
Hum hum hum (Hum ^ Hum)
Her Highness's sister could not argue with him.
The family of four was eating. Changsheng caught a glimpse of a fiery red color from the corner of her eyes. Her gaze froze.
"That foreigner is here too?"
The woman asked in surprise, "Foreigner? Which one? "
Changsheng pointed. Sure enough, she saw a voluptuous and strangely dressed woman leaning on the treetop with her arms crossed.
While they were looking at Jiang Pengji, she was also looking at them.
"The knife in her arms is really similar to the God Slaying Knife. No wonder you mistook it."
The woman saw Jiang Pengji's face. She had no other reaction except for some admiration.
Fushou was stunned for a moment. He suddenly said, "This big sister helped Fushou just now …"
If she had not carried him over the wall to buy offerings, it would have been impossible for Fushou's small body to climb over the wall and leave the manor.
Among the four people, only Wei Ci's reaction was slightly strange. His expression stiffened for a moment, but this strangeness was fleeting. It was difficult to see with the naked eye. If Jiang Pengji's observation was not excellent, she might have missed it. She said with a smile, "After searching for a long time, it turns out to be here. You stayed in Zixiao's spiritual world and disguised as him. You're obviously bullying him because he doesn't know how to use his spiritual energy to fight back, right?"
Without waiting for "Wei Ci" to say anything, Jiang Pengji directly pulled out her knife and rushed down from the tree. The blade went straight for his face.
The woman and Changsheng at the side saw the situation and were horrified. They seemed to want to stop her.
Jiang Pengji's expression was slightly cold. She shouted at the two of them, "Get lost! Don't ruin my plan! "
As soon as she finished speaking, the originally lively place instantly became silent. The surrounding tourists turned into smoke and disappeared without a trace. Only Jiang Pengji and "Wei Ci" were left. Her blade did not have the slightest hindrance. She slashed at "Wei Ci's" vital parts. It was obvious that she wanted to kill him.
"Wei Ci's" expression changed drastically. He barely managed to dodge the blade of the God-Slaying Knife.
"This is Wei Ci. You want to kill him too?"
Jiang Pengji spat and said disdainfully, "An eighteenth-tier impostor wants to be on par with my Zixiao. You're just standing there, and I can smell the strong scent of an impostor. If I don't kill you, who should I kill? Do you really think you can impersonate me by wearing Zixiao's face? "
"Wei Ci's" expression could not help but twist.
When he saw Jiang Pengji's flamboyant red hair, his expression instantly darkened by seven or eight degrees. It was comparable to a constipated face.
"I say … Can you not make such an unsightly expression with Zixiao's face?"
As she spoke, Jiang Pengji's attacks came like a storm.
This was Wei Ci's spiritual realm. She and the impostor in front of her were considered outsiders. Their movements would be restricted.
Under such circumstances, they could only use force to fight.
The impostor gritted his teeth and said, "You're indeed a child of the Jiang family. You're actually not dead yet!"
Jiang Pengji was stunned. "What do you mean?"
The impostor refused to speak. Jiang Pengji was relentless.
As the two of them fought, the impostor realized that something was wrong. He became more and more gloomy.
"You feel it, don't you?" Jiang Pengji sneered. "Zixiao is an ordinary person, but his spiritual realm is exceptionally strong. It's almost comparable to your peak state. You could have chosen anyone, but you chose Zixiao … Aren't you courting death? "
The impostor was stubborn. "That's impossible!"
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.
