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"You said the eighth prince is inhumane?" How was this possible? He and the eighth princess clearly had a child. " Little Fishy said in shock, even though the child was not born yet.

"The eighth princess is also an idiot. I'm very pleased."

The reason why she didn't want him to marry her was not for her position, but for his face. But he, with the excuse that she had nothing to offer after a few years of marriage, asked her to marry him. Anger and grief filled her heart, she threw a paper to the eighth prince, left the capital in order to travel around the country and check her own business.

When she came back, she heard that the eighth princess was pregnant and had a small birth. She was curious, afraid that the eighth princess would behave badly and secretly follow her to the temple to repay her wish. When she found out that the eighth princess was still a virgin, she felt gratified but also sad.

Yan Yu wiped the corners of her eyes. "That day, you discovered that the palace guard on my arm was just a coincidence. I would usually bring my hands with me there, but didn't expect that the eighth prince would snatch them away that day. In a moment of desperation, I had no choice but to ask."

Little Fishy didn't say anything. She actually said the same things as the Seventh Prince had said to her when they were in private. Presumably, her request was the same thing as the Seventh Prince's.

If her foster father, Yao Meng Chen, was still alive, then there would be nothing to say. She had once hinted to Yao Meng Chen that since it wouldn't be easy for her to take in a disciple, he would help her teach him some honest-to-God skills. Unexpectedly, when Yao Meng Chen heard her words, he seriously gave them to Lu Buwei.

Although she wasn't ugly in front of a doctor, she wasn't that determined. If she couldn't resist the temptation and personally "saved" the eighth prince, she was afraid that Little Jiu would be sensible and die for her, which wouldn't be a bad test for him. She had always thought that the eighth prince was just some kind of man who leaked out prematurely, and all he needed to do was increase his tolerance, otherwise, why would the eighth princess have such a small fortune?

"Ninth wangfei." Yan Yu suddenly knelt down.

"I beg of you, help Little Eight so that he and the eighth wangfei can have their own blood and bones."

Xiaoyu hurried to help her up. "Get up. Get up. Be good. What are you kneeling for? I hate kneeling."

Yan Yu wasn't a hypocritical person. She followed Xiaoyu's movements and stood up, "Ninth wangfei, you agreed to my request?"

"She doesn't agree."

The door was pushed open, and Ye Jiumei angrily looked at Yan Yu. How could she request for Little Fishy? Even if Little Fishy knew how to treat illnesses, how could she help with them, even if that person was her brother?

When Yan Yu saw Night Nine, she felt a little guilty. After all, asking Little Fishy to cure her hidden ailment was too … That one.

"Ninth Prince." Yan Yu gave Night Nine a blessings.

"Hmph." Night Nine turned in his wheelchair and was not greeted by her.

This was also for the sake of Night Demon, which was why she had brazenly harassed them time and time again. This was also the only way, she only hoped to get a chance to be alone with Xiaoyu, hoping that they could share this secret with each other. She didn't know why, but she always felt that Xiaoyu could save Little Eight.

"Let's go home." Night Nine reached out his hand to Little Fishy, and in a soft voice, Twelve told her that Lu Buwei had died without even leaving a corpse behind.

Little Fishy glanced at Swallow, then handed her hand to Night Nine, and the two of them left hand in hand.

Yan Yu looked at Night Nine with a bitter expression on her face. She was really sick. If Xiaoyu really had the ability, how could she let him ride in a wheelchair? She should have already treated him, so she shouldn't have listened to rumors.

Yan Yu walked back to her seat and sat down. She poured herself a cup of wine and downed it in one gulp.

Right now, she didn't ask for anything else, just hoped that the Eighth Prince could live like a normal man. Was she wrong?

That vulgar expression of a man drooling over a woman appeared in front of Yan Yu's eyes. She waved her hand, but she still felt disgusted. However, the sisters in the building all said that if you love someone, you must give your heart and soul to him.

People who loved each other would always do those kinds of things, so why would the sisters cry behind their backs after doing those things?

Yanyu drank by herself, occasionally throwing the dice.

Xiaoyu and co. returned to their home, but before they even entered the door, they heard Nezha's heart-wrenching cries. Xiaoyu immediately let go of Night Nine's hands and rushed inside.

Hearing Nezha's crying, Night Nine was also very worried. He didn't want Little Yu to be more anxious than him, so he just left him there. He looked at his empty hands and felt a sense of loss.

"Why are you crying so loudly?" Little Fishy lifted the curtain and hurriedly walked in front of Little Red. She received Little Nezha and probed his forehead.

The little Nezha stopped crying and reached out his hand to wave away Little Fishy's hand with dissatisfaction. He looked at her with wide open eyes with dissatisfaction. He didn't know if he was a kid who drank milk or not, he actually left him at home without caring about anything else. They wanted to starve him to death, the more they thought about it, the more wronged he got.

"Alright, alright. Don't cry anymore, I don't care if you're crying anymore." Little Fishy grit her teeth. This little demoness was crying to the point that her head ached.

Nezha's voice suddenly stopped. He looked at Little Fishy resentfully, thinking to himself, "Do you think I'm willing to cry? Do you know that males have tears that do not easily fall?" Poor me can't eat anything but breast milk. I can't eat anyone else's milk, and I can't even starve to death. Since he can't even speak, he naturally has to cry and express his grief and indignation.

Seeing that everyone had left, Nezha couldn't hold himself anymore and said, "Stinking woman, you want to starve to death."

When Little Fishy heard this, her long, shapely eyebrows slanted inwards. This fellow relied on the fact that she had transmigrated and did not put anyone in her eyes. She endured it. She even rejected the least bit of courtesy and respect.

Little Fishy was originally in a bad mood, so she directly threw him onto the bed, "You slowly cry, I won't serve you anymore."

"Beauty, I've been hungry for the whole day." The little Nezha saw that things were not going well, and immediately went soft.

"Beautiful women? What beautiful women? If you call her mother, she'll die." Little Fishy leisurely sat on the chair as she sipped her tea. She had to be educated from a small place, and her son who had transmigrated to her world had to be educated from the moment he was born.

"Mama Sang, please be merciful. I've never seen such a heartless mother like you. Are you my stepmother? How heartless." Little Nezha complained, he was starving, how could she have the mood to drink tea?