Jiujiu raised her head and looked at Zhou Haiqing in a daze. She blinked her eyes but did not react.
She originally thought that Zhou Haiqing would say something threatening, but who would have thought that not only did Zhou Haiqing not say anything threatening, he even recited a love poem to her as if he was confessing his feelings.
Zhou Haiqing lowered his head and looked intently into Jiujiu's eyes. His voice was low and magnetic as he said, "Yu 'er, what do you think?"
Jiujiu blinked her eyes, her slow little brain working quickly again. Was Zhou Haiqing confessing to her?
Jiujiu forced her face to flush red. She lowered her head and put on a bashful expression as she said, "Great General, you must be joking."
"What if I'm not joking?" Zhou Haiqing lowered his head to look at Jiujiu and continued, "I know you can understand what I'm saying. I just want to ask you, are you willing to marry me?"
Zhou Haiqing's lips still curved into a faint smile, but he looked at Jiujiu's extremely focused eyes, as if there were stars twinkling in them.
These eyes were extremely affectionate. Jiujiu was startled and subconsciously turned her head to avoid Zhou Haiqing's gaze. "Parents' orders and matchmakers' words. Great General, you must be joking."
"If your father agrees to let you marry me, will you marry me?" Zhou Haiqing chose to hit the nail on the head in response to Jiujiu's vague refusal.
Jiujiu was startled and then vaguely nodded her head.
Zhou Haiqing's achievements were so high that Zhenyuan Hou could not wait to cut ties with him. How could he agree? Zhou Haiqing's words were just empty words. Even if he talked until his mouth was sore, Zhenyuan Hou would not agree.
How could Zhou Haiqing not know what Jiujiu was thinking? He smiled faintly and then disappeared as suddenly as he came.
When there was no one else in the room, Jiujiu hurriedly put away the sachet carefully and went to bed.
However, today's matter reminded her.
She knew that Xue Bitao could be harmful to her, but she did not think that Xue Bitao would use such a despicable method to throw her sachet on the floor where anyone could have gone. If the person who went yesterday was not the Crown Prince but another man, she would definitely have been wrapped up and thrown to that man.
When she thought of this result, Jiujiu's last bit of pity for Xue Bitao disappeared and what was left was disgust.
Xue Bitao's previous life was not good, but that was a matter of the past..... but she not only did not know how to cherish it, but used it instead used it to harm's.
In Xue Biyu's memory, although her relationship with Xue Bitao couldn't be said to be the best, they were as close as sisters. Who would have thought that her sister, who used to chat and laugh with her, would be the murderer who pushed her into the fire pit? This kind of hurt was like sprinkling a handful of salt on a rotten wound and pouring a cup of chili water.
Jiujiu pursed her lips. She wasn't Soft Bun, so there was no way she would extend the other half of her face for Xue Bitao to slap. Since that was the case, she couldn't be blamed for not going easy on Xue Bitao.
Rather than pretending to be perfunctory with Xue Bitao, she might as well fall out with her from the start.
The next day was the first day of the new year, so she naturally went to pay a New Year's visit to the Old Ancestor.
Early in the morning, Jiujiu put on the clothes that the Old Ancestor had prepared for her. She wore a white fox fur cloak with red edges and a pair of red cotton shoes with golden threads. There was a round southern pearl inlaid on the tip of the shoes, and there was also a lifelike lotus hairpin on her hair.
Dong'er stood behind her and watched as Jiujiu dressed her up, and an infatuated look surfaced in her eyes. "Young Miss is really beautiful, much more beautiful than First Miss."
During this period of time, Jiujiu had been busy with her studies, and First Madam was not too fond of Jiujiu due to the fact that Jiujiu had been taken away by the Old Ancestor, so she poured all of her efforts into Xue Bitao. Regardless of whether it was in terms of daily living or clothing, Xue Bitao was much better than Jiujiu, and she had an incredible amount of jewelry on her. If not for the Old Ancestor's doting on Jiujiu, Jiujiu would probably be living a life worse than the children of those concubines.
However, it was fortunate that there was the Old Ancestor.
However, although Xue Bitao's daily living and clothing seemed to be much better than Jiujiu's, and she had even attended many banquets held by large families, and was known for her beauty, she treated people with her beauty with grace and kindness.
Although Xue Bitao's current appearance was incomparably beautiful, it was difficult for anyone to escape the fate of aging. She was liked because of her beauty, but when her beauty grew old, that was the time when her grace faded.
Jiujiu, on the other hand, did not rely on her beauty to attract men, so it was destined that Jiujiu's rank was much higher than Xue Bitao's.
Although First Madam had taken Xue Bitao to those banquets, First Madam was still young, and her social circle was larger than the Old Ancestor's. As long as the Old Ancestor was willing, she could definitely open up a better path for Jiujiu.
When Jiujiu brought Dong'er to the Old Ancestor's room, Xue Bitao and First Madam had already arrived.
First Madam hadn't seen Jiujiu for a long time, and when she saw Jiujiu, the familial affection in her eyes had already faded, and she was only sizing her up coldly.
When she saw that Jiujiu's attire was even more outstanding than Xue Bitao's, there was a look of displeasure in her eyes.
Jiujiu greeted the Old Ancestor obediently.
When the Old Ancestor saw Jiujiu, the corners of her mouth had already bloomed into a smile. She hurriedly took out a large red packet and handed it to Jiujiu, then waved her hand and said, "Come, come, come, come to Grandma. I haven't seen you for a few days, and my Jiujiu has become even prettier."
Jiujiu blushed shyly and raised her head to look at the Old Ancestor. Her small pink face revealed a shy and timid expression, and the red clothes set off Jiujiu's face even more delicate and pretty. The Old Ancestor laughed again. She raised her hand and carefully rubbed Jiujiu's cheeks for a long time, then stopped Jiujiu from sitting next to her. Only then did she raise her head and say to First Madam, "I'll have to trouble you for these few days."
"It's not hard for this concubine." First Madam's eyes were fixed on Jiujiu, who was sitting next to the Old Ancestor. She pursed her lips and said, "Mother, this concubine has a request."
"Speak." The Old Ancestor lifted her eyelids and said.
First Madam looked at Jiujiu and said, "Now that the weather has begun to warm up, it will be spring after the New Year. Jiujiu has troubled Old Ancestor for a long time, it's time for her to go back."
At first, First Madam treated Jiujiu and Xue Bitao equally, but as the Old Ancestor showed favoritism, First Madam's heart also began to be biased.
The better the Old Ancestor treated Jiujiu, the more Zhenyuan Hou thought highly of Jiujiu, and the better she treated Xue Bitao. She did her best to buy jewelry for Xue Bitao and took her out to attend banquets. However.
Even if she piled the whole world on Xue Bitao, the Old Ancestor and Zhenyuan Hou were the only ones who could speak in the Zhenyuan Hou residence. As long as the two of them were around, Jiujiu would definitely suppress Xue Bitao.
First Madam's feelings for Jiujiu had become somewhat faint. She wanted to let Xue Bitao follow the Old Ancestor, but the Old Ancestor's temper was firm. If she said too much, she feared that the Old Ancestor would even abandon Jiujiu. Therefore, First Madam could only do the opposite and take Jiujiu back.
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