Lu Jiuxiao stepped straight into the west wing. As he was walking, he saw bright lights on the front porch, and several maids and boys were waiting aside with lamps.

The woman in a dark green brocade dress stood upright in front of the steps. She had a woman's bun and jade ornaments, and she looked very majestic and calm.

Lu Jiuxiao paused far away, frowned slightly, raised his feet and stepped forward: "Mother."

When Yuan turned around, her face, which was over forty years old, still couldn't hide the beauty of her youth. Others always said that Prince Lu had inherited his good looks from her.

But Lu Jiuxiao knew it wasn't the case. There was nothing about his appearance that looked like hers.

Yuan didn't know how long she had been waiting here. When she heard his voice, before she even lowered her brows, she smelled another strong aroma.

She frowned and said, "Have you been to those places again?"

Lu Jiuxiao said nothing, but the answer was obvious.

He asked: "It's late at night, why does mother come here at this time?"

Yuan was silent for a long time before she spoke: "Your father has sent you a letter. Calculate the date. You will arrive in Beijing in five or six days. You move back to the house. Don't touch those things. If your father sees it, It is inevitable that you will get angry again and have resentment."

The mother and son looked at each other in silence, and all the maids and servants held their breaths, fearing that if the prince refused to give in, the situation would be very embarrassing.

Fortunately, Lu Jiuxiao just nodded lightly, "Okay."

Mrs. Yuan looked at him worriedly for a few more times, and was full of sincere words, but she couldn't say a word to him. She sighed and drove away.

Lu Jiuxiao stood outside the door for a while, looking at the miniature carriage that was getting smaller and smaller, and then remembered something.

Half a year ago, he was listening to music at the theater with his friends, and the mother of Meng Jingheng, one of them, immediately grabbed him by the ears and took him home.

It is said that he also suffered several blows and lay on the bed for two months before he regained his strength.

As for Lu Jiuxiao, he had been stabbed in the sky since he was a child, and Yuan was just like today, frowning, seeming to reprimand but not reprimanding.

He raised the corners of his lips and went straight back to the dormitory.

The little maid helped Lu Jiuxiao undress and held the robe he had changed into in her hands. She shook the clothes twice, raised her head and said hesitantly: "Your Majesty, where is your fan?"

Hearing this, Lu Jiuxiao came back to his senses and remembered something. He suddenly smiled and said, "It was stolen by a cat."

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Chapter completed!