Qian'er had to go to the waiter's carriage and ask him for money.

The waiter said: "What's the use of giving her money? Judging from her like this, I'm afraid she won't live long. I'll stay here like a mangy dog ​​and will be tortured to death by those people sooner or later."

Zhaohui heard the words "skinny dog" in her ears, and suddenly raised her head and said sternly: "You bastard! Who am I going to save this? Even if you don't care, why bother to mock it? I, Zhaohui, have a grudge against you?"

The waiter said calmly: "Looking at you like this, ghosts are afraid when they see you. I will say a mangy dog, and I will praise you."

A strong anger arose in Zhaohui's heart.

She stood up suddenly and stared at the waiter tightly.

His eyes were fierce, like a wounded beast but struggling.

Anyone who is stared at by such a look will feel scared.

But the waiter didn't care at all.

It seems that in his eyes, Zhaohui is really just a dog.

Zhaohui stared at the waiter for a moment, then suddenly turned around and knelt down for Qian'er's toddler.

"What are you doing?" the child asked.

"Please take Zhaohui in." Zhaohui kowtowed to them, "Please take me away. As long as I can cure my face, I am willing to be a slave and a servant, and serve the princess for the rest of my life."

Qian'er pulled her up: "Zhaohui, you have saved us, and I will not let you be a slave. I promise you that you will definitely heal your face and settle your life. You will definitely let you live a decent life."

Zhaohui insisted on kowtowing to them again before she stood up.

Qian'er said to the young child: "Go to the second prince-consort's carriage and let Zhaohui and me be in the same carriage."

The child was so reluctant: "I don't want to go. Shui Yijun's carriage was so frightened that I might as well let this girl go to Shui Yijun's place."

"You are generous, they have nothing to do with each other, how can you live in a carriage together? Don't mess around." Qian'er glared at her and pulled Zhaohui back to her carriage, "That's it!"

When passing by Xiaoer's carriage, Zhaohui raised her head and looked at him.

Her eyes were complicated.

The waiter said lazily: "Qian'er, you have to think clearly that you have to have nightmares at night when facing such a face day and night."

"Waiter, please accumulate some virtue." Qian'er glared at him, "Without Zhaohui, you have been burned to ashes long ago, and you can still be so sarcastic here."

"I'll die if I die. I didn't ask her to save me, and I didn't owe her anything. But you, Qian'er, don't take the initiative to take care of me. I won't be grateful to you for this. If you cause any trouble in the future, don't blame me."

"You." Qian'er had no choice but to do anything about him, "Zhaohui saved me, I am willing to repay her. No matter what happens in the future, it has nothing to do with you. Are you satisfied?"

Not only her, but her father, mother and brother, no one can do anything to him.

Zhaohui suddenly said, "Prince, I am not a lunatic. Will I harm you and the princess? But I also want to say that I will definitely become very powerful and powerful, so that you can never mock me unscrupulously!"

"Then let's wait and see."

The waiter casually put down the curtain and isolated her hideous face.

Along the way, Qian'er asked Zhaohui to stay in her carriage. Unless she was necessary to get out of the carriage, she rarely got off the carriage. Most of the time, the waiter and the young children would forget that there was such a person in the carriage.

Two months later, on a heavy snowy evening, the convoy slowly entered the gate of Kyoto.
Chapter completed!