[Host, Shen Tang’s ability to predict dreams has been detected and has failed. Shen Tang will no longer predict dreams in the future. Host Chang Ming can rest assured]

Depriving the system of online voice lags occasionally.

The next day.

Shen Tang heard Mrs. Chang tell her that she was the legitimate daughter of the Third Miss.

Instantly.

Shen Tang's eyes revealed a look of surprise.

"You are really my mother. I thought the dream was just a dream. I always felt that the mother in the dream and the lady in reality are not the same person."

Speaking of which.

Shen Tang hugged Mrs. Chang.

Mrs. Chang's eyes filled with tears and she hugged Shen Tang tightly.

The little girl's pretty face is full of smiles.

The watery, dark eyes looked at Mrs. Chang.

Tears still fell from Mrs. Chang's eyes.

"Daughter, I have made you suffer all these years. As a mother, you will be included in the family tree and I will not treat you badly."

The little girl raised her delicate white hands and gently wiped Mrs. Chang's tears.

"Grandma, I believe you, and I will treat grandma well."

Yin Gui, who was watching the little girl's crying scene, covered her lips to hold back laughter.

Shen Tang caught a glimpse of the ghost staring at her.

Yin Gui immediately bit his lip and let go of his hand covering his mouth. He couldn't help but smile faintly in his eyes.

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Prince's Mansion.

Yan Chaoji listened to the slave's words and learned that the person who was going to be taken away for interrogation turned into a floating ghost.

He narrowed his eyes slightly and glanced at the slave kneeling on his knees.

"Send someone to find out what happened to that ghost."

Why is it a ghost? Is there a capable person doing this?

The father wants to recruit talented people and strangers to serve as officials in the court, so he can secretly recruit talented people and strangers to help him.

But, where can he recruit those capable people?

The Imperial Preceptor does have abilities, but no one knows what his abilities are. It would be great if he could control the Imperial Preceptor.

Think about.

Yan Chaoji glanced at the slaves.

"You guys go down."

The servants responded respectfully and left the room.

Yan Chaoji held a fine purple hair pen in one hand and looked sideways at a nearby scroll of prince paintings.

The people in the painting are all the emperor's biological princes.

Yan Chaoji raised his eyebrows slightly and raised the corners of his lips.

Paint on the figure of the eldest prince.

Yan Chaoji looked at the remaining princes with evil thoughts in his eyes.

"If they are all dead, no one will block my way."

The father dotes on the sixth brother. The sixth brother was so ignorant of the rules at the Winter Hunting Banquet that day. The father still did not deal with the sixth brother seriously. He even knew that the sixth brother was a fool, but he was still willing to take the sixth brother to the winter hunt. Banquet, it can be seen that if the sixth emperor's younger brother turns back to a smart man, then he will not be his father's favorite prince.

The family of the Sixth Emperor's mother and concubine protect the Sixth Emperor's brother from growing up safely. Therefore, the Sixth Emperor's brother must die or never become a wise man again.

Yan Chaoji's deep eyes flashed with a sinister look.

In the Imperial Prefect's Mansion.

Shang Li predicted that the eldest prince would hang himself.

Specifically why he hanged himself, Shang Li guessed that the third prince might have done it.

The next moment.

The sixth prince jumped into the house.

He grabbed the dark blue robe on the young Imperial Master's body and said with a smile, "National Master, this dress on your body is really beautiful. Can you let me wear it?"

The sixth prince looked at the Imperial Master expectantly with an innocent look on his face.

The Imperial Master bent his beautiful peach blossom eyes, with shallow ripples in them.

A gentle smile.

"No, my clothes cannot be worn by His Highness. Your Highness should understand that the clothes can only be your own and cannot be given to others at will."

The Sixth Prince didn't understand the meaning of the Imperial Master's words and scratched his head slightly.

"Liuliu can't understand what Brother Guoshi said at all."

Shang Li's deep eyes flashed across the darkness.

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The residence of Prime Minister Chang.

Chang Ming took revenge on the slaves who had hurt her when she was punished as a slave.

The slaves' faces were grimly distorted, their mouths had been gagged for a long time, and they were suffering from the pain of being unable to speak.

Chang Ming's dark eyes looked down at the slaves with a somewhat dull look.

Poisonous scorpions crawled on the slaves and bitten them.

Chang Ming held a flower and moved slightly closer to the poisonous scorpion in the jar.

A low laugh.

"The poisonous scorpion was not in the bedroom at that time, so you pulled him off the bed and humiliated me. Otherwise, you would have been poisoned to death."

a long time.

The slaves were poisoned to death.

All their bodies were disposed of quietly.

Mrs. Chang knew that the old woman and the midwife's son, including the slaves who had taken Chang Ming away, were all dead.

The new butler bent down and looked at the ground.

"Madam, do you want to find out the cause of death?"

Mrs. Chang raised her veiled hand, covered her heart, frowned, and said in a helpless tone: "I won't check anymore."

Ming'er is her biological legitimate daughter, so she can't hold her own daughter accountable for the death of her servant.

The next moment.

Mrs. Chang looked sideways at the new housekeeper with her makeup on her face.

"How is Chang Shaoxia doing in Zhuangzi?"

The new housekeeper bowed his head slightly: "To Madam Prime Minister, Chang Shaoxia has been seriously ill recently and is not living a good life."

Mrs. Chang's curved lips were dyed light red, and she smiled brightly.

"She deserves to have a bad life. Who told her not to understand the rules?"

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The sixth day of December.

The entry into the family tree was completed quickly.

It is said that there are three daughters in the Prime Minister's residence, the eldest daughter Chang Ming, the second daughter Chang Tang, and the third daughter named Chang Shentang.

[Host Tangtang, I just discovered that there is a modern novel in Chang Ming's room]

Hear the words.

The little girl's beautiful, flawless little hands were holding a delicate and beautiful hosta, which was slightly inserted into the thick black silk stockings.

Her dark eyes stared at herself in the bronze mirror.

【That novel, is it related to me? 】

[It should be a novel about the original fate of the host, which is the real original plot and the original life of the host]

The little girl's eyes turned dark, and her heart overflowed with undisclosed emotions.
To be continued...