The Savior is just a 3-Year-Old

Chapter 918: A Big Girl (1)

Little Zheng also followed the rules and never crossed the line.

He asked someone to send the refreshments to the door and retreated without taking a step forward.

When he returned, he saw Concubine Lin in a white dress and raised his eyebrows.

Little Zheng smiled.

In the past, Madame Lin was Old Master Lin’s granddaughter and also Prince Xian’s cousin.

However, now that Old Master Lin was dead and the Lin family’s backer had fallen, she was no longer afraid of the Lin family.

Seeing Madame Lin walk past, Little Zheng snorted lightly and walked past her.

He had just returned to the backyard when he heard a report from the main courtyard.

“YiNiang, wangfei wants you to go over. Something must have happened.” The nanny stood outside the door.

The smile on little Mrs. Zheng’s face faded and her face drooped slightly.

In the eyes of men, to put it nicely, sisters serving the same husband was a good story.

In the eyes of women and the world, he had lost all face.

But what could he do? Back then, it was her sister who helped her plan. It was her sister who helped her! From the original plan of the Emperor’s sole favor, it became the aunt of his brother-in-law.

How could she be willing?

However, if she did not enter the Xian Prince’s residence, she would have to be an aunt for the rest of her life.

The Zheng family had nurtured her wholeheartedly. They would never let her become a nun who had lost her innocence!

She didn’t even need to think about what to choose.

Everything that happened in the Sage King’s residence had nothing to do with Lulu.

However, she could vaguely guess that the Palace of Salvation had immediately found the culprit for the accident.

She was afraid that she would soon arouse the suspicion of others.

Lulu rubbed the space between her brows and sighed softly.

He was already extremely lucky to be able to steal these few years of leisure.

“Godmother, did you leave this behind? Is it to tell Lulu something?” Lulu vaguely sensed that the red dot between her eyebrows was probably Godmother’s other meaning.

But Lulu didn’t think too much about it. She was only nine years old, so what was the point of thinking so much?

If he thought too much, he might not grow tall.

This year passed very quickly, and it was also extremely peaceful.

Ever since the dance at the Salvation Palace at the beginning of the year, His Majesty had guaranteed a year of peace.

Summer, Lulu’s ninth birthday.

Unknowingly, the little girl had become more and more exquisite, and her jade-like bones were naturally formed.

During winter, Wen Ruyin gave birth to a son.

This was the eldest grandson of the Jiang family.

He was the eldest grandson in the true sense of the word.

The Jiang family used to be a big family, but ever since Grand Secretary Jiang was exiled, the branch families had automatically returned to their former territories.

Now that the Jiang family was dying, it would be strange if Madam Xia was not anxious.

When Ah Yin gave birth to her eldest grandson, Madam Xia immediately went to Grand Secretary Jiang’s grave to report her happiness.

Of course, Jiang Yubai couldn’t avoid a beating.

Lulu had recently become addicted to new ways of playing, playing with his soft little nephew.

Even when Lu Huaijiang invited him into the palace several times, he refused to go.

On the first day of the new year, gifts were naturally sent from the palace to the Jiang family.

Lulu then let Eunuch Lu bring the clothes that she had personally embroidered into the palace. “”It’s a small gift but a heavy affection. Although these clothes aren’t worth much, Lulu sewed them himself.”

Jiang Huaian watched her tease his son speechlessly. “”I remember that you originally made this dress for me. Later on, it became bigger and I couldn’t wear it. Are you going to send it into the palace for His Majesty?”

Lulu laughed dryly and did not say anything. He carried his nephew and ran away.

“You’re already a ten-year-old girl. Why are you still so naive?” Jiang Huaian looked helpless.

Most of the women in the aristocratic families would get engaged at the age of fifteen and marry at the age of sixteen.

Generally, families would start paying attention to it at the age of twelve or thirteen. The process would take two to three years, and sixteen was just right.