When Jiang Yue arrived at home, she called out the useless system. Suddenly someone called her a nickname that she shouldn't know. Her Royal Highness was still more or less uneasy, "Zhou Ji doesn't have a messy system like me." Bar?"
Although the system is not of great use, I can still assure him on this point: [We are a vicious female supporting transformation system, and male protagonists with a successful career and love will not be bound~]
Jiang Yue couldn't quite remember whether he had written the word Mingyi in his notebook. Sometimes he felt homesick and wrote down a few names without realizing it.
her.
maternal
The emperor's younger brother.
Father's.
There are even palace maids who have been serving her for many years.
There are too many people she cares about. No one is really willing to die at the age of sixteen, and no one can so easily accept that they have become a dying flower in their most glorious years.
Her Royal Highness the Princess still felt that she might not be dead.
There were so many things she wanted to do that she hadn't done yet, so how could she be poisoned so easily?
Maybe she was afraid of Zhou Fuwei's revenge, so she teamed up with others to fake her death for him.
The poisoning was fake, the body was fake, and the funeral was fake.
It is true that she escaped. Perhaps she had already ridden outside the border and lived a free life.
Jiang Yue slowly pursed her lips. Her bulging cheeks made her look a little more childish. Her black eyes looked like precious obsidian, dark and clean, reflecting the purest innocence inside. self.
She asked cautiously: "Do you remember that I wrote my own name in the notebook?"
system:【……】
The system is speechless! Not him! Monitoring camera! ! !
He is just an ordinary guide! How do you know such a small thing? If you really know, wouldn't it be that he is very perverted and stares at everything?
System: [Dear, I am a good system, not some shabby garbage system. 】
The system continued to argue for its innocence: [If nothing happens, we will die. 】
Jiang Yue was stunned, and after a few seconds, he said without giving any face: "If something happens, you are no different than dead."
The system started to cry again, so pitiful.
It seems like an honest man whose heart was broken by a scumbag: [Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu. 】
Jiang Yue thought it was making a lot of noise, so he told it to shut its mouth.
She thought about it seriously, and maybe she happened to write her name without knowing it and Zhou Ji happened to see it.
Everything is a coincidence.
She comforted herself like this.
On the other side, Zhou Ji asked Assistant Shen to find Jiang Guo’s historical documents.
A few days later, a complete set of historical documents was quickly delivered to his desk.
Zhou Ji was in the study, holding an online international conference remotely.
After turning off the video, I had time to open the book placed on the upper right side of the desk. I could barely turn the first page with my fingertips, and then paused in mid-air.
Zhou Ji had more or less guessed her identity before, but now that it was truly confirmed, there was no fluctuation in her heart.
No matter who she is.
No matter where she comes from.
None of it matters.
He had to keep her and held her tightly like a kite.
In the past, Zhou Ji kept a distance from things about ghosts, gods and metaphysics, and at the same time he was somewhat arrogant. He would not believe in the rhetoric of fate, let alone be deceived by those mysterious and mysterious statements.
The destiny of life is firmly in his own hands.
No one else can decide.
Her appearance was an accident, but it was also fate.
The man lowered his eyebrows and scanned down the pages, his eyes stopping on a certain paragraph of text——
In the history books of Jiang State, there is only one girl named Princess Mingyi.
[In the 236th year of Tianhe, Princess Mingyi died in the palace at the age of sixteen. The emperor and empress mourned and buried her generously. 】
A few dozen short words summarized her life gently.
Zhou Jingjing stared at this line of words without turning the page for a long time. No emotion could be seen on his face, and his flawless white face was a little pale.
The thick eyelashes trembled twice.
There seemed to be a low sigh.
He looked at the dark words on the page, and what he saw in his eyes didn't seem to be black, but bloody and dazzling red. The hollow chest was filled with blood at some point.
so.
Everything seemed to make sense.
Zhou Ji recalled the first time she called herself Her Royal Highness the Princess with a fierce aura and coquettish eyebrows. It should have started from that day.
She changed from Princess Mingyi to Jiang Yue.
There is no more word about Princess Mingyi in this book. In the magnificent history, it is very rare for a woman to leave her name.
No one knows how brilliant her short life was.
No one knows more stories about Princess Mingyi's life.
Zhou Ji slowly closed the book and then opened the next one. In the long history of Jiang State, there was really very little content related to her.
It was as if someone had deliberately hidden it.
She didn't want others to see her as a person, and she didn't want her to be discussed a lot, so she only left some brief words.
There are also glimpses in the details in the corners.
[Zhou Ji, whose name is Fuwei, originally means to help people in distress. 】
[In the winter month of the 236th year of Tianhe, he married Princess Mingyi. In the winter month of the 239th year of the Tianhe period, he died in Qishan, without issue. 】
Zhou Ji looked at this page quietly, her drooping eyelashes just blocking the emotions in the man's eyes, and his dark and unclear eyes were so heavy that they were almost black.
Her long, beautiful fingers pinched the edge of the paper.
The paper was slightly deformed when I pinched it with my thumb too hard.
His dark eyes stared straight at the words on this page, and his beautiful eyes seemed to be full of scarlet blood.
Zhou Ji closed the book and put it aside.
The housekeeper knocked on the door at the right time, and two loud knocks pulled the man out of his dark mood. He said expressionlessly, "Come in."
The housekeeper's heart trembled at the sight of his husband. He said, "Sir, the teacher called. Something happened to my wife and young master in the kindergarten."
