The Divine Doctor And A Common Farmer

Chapter 1390 - 1474: Ninth Sister, Are You a Dog?

The clueless Ji Jiuhuang couldn’t understand the jealousy in a man’s heart; anyway, as long as there’s good food and fun things, she considered the other party a great person.

She generously flashed a dazzling smile at Liang Haoming, then deftly untied the cord of the cloth bag, grabbed a handful of snacks from inside, and ate with great delight!

Turns out she’s a foodie...

Prince Meng was even more speechless upon seeing this scene.

He really couldn’t have imagined it; his ninth sister was actually a foodie?

"Your Highness, we have trouble!" someone hurriedly approached.

Ji Jiuhuang had always been looked after by special personnel, but to mislead the Eighth Princess, her appearance was always rather shabby, as if she wasn’t well-liked, and the servants seemed not to serve her wholeheartedly, which was exactly what the Eighth Princess wanted to see. After all, the Eighth Princess kept Ji Jiuhuang alive not to have her served or to let her enjoy life.

Prince Meng had planted his own people in the Cold Palace. In fact, in this vast palace, it was basically all Prince Meng’s people, whereas the Eighth Princess’s informants had long been removed.

This guard came rushing to report: "Your Highness, someone’s coming!"

Prince Meng’s brow furrowed as he quickly grabbed the bag of snacks from Ji Jiuhuang’s hand and hurriedly urged Dong Huiying and the others: "Go, go, go, let’s hide for a bit and come back later!"

Knowing the importance of the matter, Dong Huiying and the others immediately followed Prince Meng to hide, avoiding a direct encounter with people outside of the Cold Palace. But Ji Jiuhuang, who was eating happily, suddenly lost her snacks and wouldn’t have it.

"Waaaaaaaah!!" She opened her mouth and cried loudly, as if greatly wronged.

The Eighth Princess’s lips twitched hard, and the veins on her temples pulsed twice. Immediately, she gritted her teeth to suppress her anger and said one word, "Go—!"

"Bad people, waaaah, bad people!"

Ji Jiuhuang suddenly rushed over, opened her mouth wide, and took a bite on Prince Meng’s arm.

Prince Meng: "!!!"

Ninth Sister, are you a dog!!

Utterly exasperated, he ordered, "Quick, pull her away."

Finally extracting his arm, he rolled up his sleeve and saw two rows of bloody teeth marks. Ji Jiuhuang had really bitten hard, and it wasn’t fake at all. It hurt so much that Prince Meng’s face twitched.

"Your Highness, there’s no time, quickly hide there!" The guard pointed to the rockery, and Prince Meng glared furiously at Ji Jiuhuang before leading a swarm of people rushing into the rockery.

The inside of the rockery was very cramped, nearly shoulder to shoulder. To avoid his wife being bumped into, Shujun and Haoming flanked her, enclosing her in the middle.

Everyone held their breath.

Just as they settled into hiding, there was the sound of light footsteps.

The newcomer was a man.

The man was dressed in a long jade-colored robe, with snowflakes falling all around, yet his thin clothing seemed unfazed by the wind and snow.

He wore a pair of wooden clogs, his long hair casually gathered at the back of his head, and the solemn look in his eyes lent him an air of aloofness.

"Bow to the Official Husband!"

They all knelt in unison as Qinghe Zhengjun walked over at a leisurely pace, looking calmly ahead. At this moment, Ji Jiuhuang’s cries had not ceased, her sobbing breathless and pitiful.

Qinghe took steps toward Ji Jiuhuang, yet after two or three steps, he paused and looked at the chaotic footprints on the ground.