Your Highness, Her Highness has escaped again.
The servants were busy inside and outside. Red silk was hung all over the courtyard. The entire residence was filled with a festive atmosphere. Only Xu Yanchu looked calm.
Xu Yanchu's expression only became more teasing when a man with an elegant demeanor barged in.
"Yo! Isn't this King Mo? What can I do for you?"
"Robbing the bride!"
……
"Little Yu, bring me some pastries!"
" Your Highness, watch your behavior. If the Empress sees you crossing your legs like this, she will scold you again!"
"Little Yu, quick, help me dig out the bird eggs!"
"Your Highness, this is beneath your dignity!"
……
"Little Yu! Long time no see…"
" Your Highness, this is the Prince Regent of Dongheng Nation, not Little Yu. I'm afraid you've mistaken me for someone else!"
Xu Yanchu had always thought that her Little Yuzi would always be by her side. No matter how big a mistake she made, Little Yuzi would help her settle everything.
But now, Xu Yanchu realized that she had been wrong from the start.
The orange cat is three years old
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When you read the account of a murder - or, say, a fiction story based on murder - you usually begin with the murder itself. That's all wrong. The murder begins a long time beforehand. A murder is the culmination of a lot of different circumstances, all converging at a given moment at a given point. People are brought into it from different parts of the globe and for unforeseen reasons. [...] The murder itself is the end of the story. It's Zero Hour.” He paused. “It's Zero Hour now.