Dongfang Qisu pulled out his sleeve from Dongfang Zayu's grasp. "I'll let you learn martial arts on a daily basis, but you won't."

"But there's nothing I can do about it. Who asked me to have such a powerful third brother?" Dongfang Jingming continued to tug at Dongfang Qisu's sleeve. "Third brother, you can go. Hongzhi is so pitiful. Since we saved her, what harm is there in helping her?"

"Forget it." Dong Fang Qi Su stood up and picked up the ball of drunkenness.

"Thank you, third brother." He raised his wine cup to the east.

The corners of his mouth curled up, as if he was in a good dream.

Dong Fang Qi Su helplessly wrapped his long sleeves around him, "I don't know who this child is with."

After sending the group back to the pavilion, he didn't see Rong Jiu. He asked the man and said that he had something to do and had gone out.

Dongfang Qisu frowned. Did they do something bad again?

"She came back to tell her that as the future Battle Princess, she should be more careful in her actions." He left in large strides, leaving the surprised Madam Jade with her mouth wide open.

Battling the Royal Consort? What had happened to the young master in the palace?

At this moment, Rong Jiu was lying on top of the main house of the Marquis of Wanning's mansion with a wine jug in his hands. He looked at the servants who were busy coming and going, the yellow and warm lanterns hanging on the path, his eyes full of mockery.

Raising his head to take a gulp of wine, he lifted off a tile and saw the two seated figures of the Yu clan and Ning Daoyuan.

Below them sat several juniors. Third Young Master, Seventh Miss, Eldest Young Master, and Fifth Miss.

Rong Jiu listened to their conversation as if he was watching a good show. It was originally about Seventh Miss and Third Young Master.

Seventh Miss was almost fourteen, and there were many people who came to propose. Third Young Master and Seventh Miss were around the same age, so they were ready to see which Miss was suitable.

Rong Jiu couldn't help but click his tongue. The two of them looked like they were only 12 or 13 years old, yet they were already busy with their fiance's home.

Rong Jiu moved his ears a little closer to see what kind of family they were going to prepare for the Seventh Miss, but the result was quite impressive. He actually heard the names Dongfang Zisu and Dongfang Zisu.

Rong Jiu almost laughed out loud.

Everyone knew that Dongfang Kisu and the rest were enemies. If Ning Daoyuan allowed his daughters to marry one by one, wouldn't that be a joke? When the time came, who would he help?

Or could it be that he didn't know who would inherit the throne in the future, so they all took a step forward?

Seventh Miss wailed and wailed, saying that Dongfang Qisu was as fierce as a jackal in the battlefield. If he married her, he definitely wouldn't be happy.

It was true that Rong Jiu had heard her talk about Dongfang Qisu and the rest last time. In the eyes of Seventh Miss, the rest of the East would inherit the throne, so her heart naturally rested on the rest of the East.

If she were to marry Dongfang Qisu or his name, it would definitely not be a good thing.

Ning Xiaoyao fell silent. How could she not think of her daughter's words? "Qi'er, don't be afraid. Daddy will think it over carefully and then ask the emperor for an edict."

It seemed like there was no room for discussion after seeing Ning Xiaoyao like this. He was just trying to stabilize Seventh Miss.

He could not possibly let his two daughters serve a man. If he took advantage of them being so small, he would definitely still have the idea of taking care of Dongfang Zisu and Dongfang Zexuan.

Dongfang Jingming had a good relationship with Dongfang Qisu, even if he married Dongfang Qisu later, he would still help Dongfang Qisu no matter what happened.

Rong Jiu couldn't help but feel pity for Dongfang Wenyi's name. What a good young man, Dongfang Zisu would never marry a person from the House of the Marquis if he had enmity with the crown prince. Dongfang Zisu also didn't have a saint's name, so he didn't dare to refuse.

She took up the wine and left on the wind. The people of the manor were so dirty that they made her feel cold.

She had cut down Ning Weixiong's man symbol last time, and now he was trying his best to curry favor with her. He had finally regained some of his brain power.

As soon as Rong Jiu returned to the city, he smelled the sweet aroma of fruit wine. She searched for the scent, only to see it rolling over and over on the bed. It seemed that he had drunk too much.

Rong Jiu was so angry that he immediately picked up the feather duster. He quickly got up from the bed as if he sensed something and sweetly called out, "Mother."

Rong Jiu didn't buy it, and the feather duster made his cupboard clack. "Tell me, where are your contributions going to come from?"

Qi Jian pursed her lips, looking like she was about to cry. "Mother, can you not hit me?"

"No way!" She wouldn't let him off so easily this time. This brat only imitated an adult all day; he was still a child.

Lying on the bed, he began to pout. "Here."

A lot of meat can always hold out for a while.

Rong Jiu stepped forward, waving his feather duster and screaming out in fear, "Awoo .." "No way."

"I haven't even made my move yet. Why are you crying? I'm not going to bite off more than I can chew."

"Awoo woo woo .." Murdered my son. Murdered my son. "

A black line appeared on Rong Jiu's forehead. Was this son of his really hers?

"Shut up!" Rong Jiu pulled the group and was about to hit her down, but held onto his little fart, "Sister Yu, save me, save me!"

Madam Jade had long heard the noise and felt pained. She could not remain unmoved by the attack. She rushed into the room and grabbed the ball from Easy Jiu.

Rong Jiu fell into a trance. Was this still the Jade Mother who did not know martial arts? Even those who knew martial arts wouldn't necessarily be able to steal anything from her.

Madam Jade smiled, "About that, the treasure you gave me last time was really useful."

Rong Jiu's face turned black. "Yuniang, you don't need to worry about that. Hand over the group."

Madam Jade was stuck in a dilemma as she hugged her tightly. "No, mother. You can't murder your son."

"So what if he murdered his own son? Who told you to be disobedient? If you're not, don't blame me! "

"Sob sob sob. Sister Yu, mother is so vicious."

In the end, Rong Jiu didn't continue fighting. After all, this was her flesh and blood, and she was always talking about her own flesh and blood.

After suppressing his anger with great difficulty, he threw the ball out of the attic and went to sleep.

"Mother, I personally made you a Silver Eared Lotus Seed Soup to nourish your face. Hurry and open the door, it's time to drink the soup."

"Even the stove is taller than you. It's amazing that you can make soup." Rong Jiu's cold voice came from inside.

"Mother, please don't be angry, won't you listen to me next time?"

"Obedient? I'll believe you the hell. " Rong Jiu opened the door, took the Silver Eared Lotus Seed Soup from Ji Pi and drank it, "I'm going out. If there are no surprises, I'll be back in two days."

"Yes." Wu Dai nodded obediently.

Rong Jiu squinted his eyes and thought it was a bit weird, "What?" Didn't you say you wanted to come with me yesterday? What was going on now? You don't want to go without saying anything? You've thought it through? "