However, there were still two questions lingering in her mind.
At that time, she gave Prince Zhao a piece of amphetamine outside his palace, but the amphetamine would never make him go crazy like this.
And what King Zhao said before, he has never touched the original owner, and the original owner’s children are not his?
But why didn't she see other images when she inherited the original owner's memory?
She closed her eyes and carefully recalled the memories in her mind.
When the maid Chunrong saw the young lady closing her eyes, she thought she was sleepy, so she quietly closed the door and left the house.
After all, Luo Jiuli still couldn't find the result she wanted in her mind.
But her sixth sense told her that maybe what King Zhao said was true, or maybe the original owner had forgotten something.
Outside the door, Chun Rong, who had left and returned, returned in a hurry and knocked on the door cautiously.
"Miss, the people from Prince Zhao's Palace have sent over the dowry and one hundred thousand taels of silver together with the letter of departure. Madam asked the servant to come over and ask Miss if she still needs to see it in person."
Upon hearing Prince Zhao's Mansion, Luo Jiuli frowned in disgust and turned around to lie down.
"No need, just let mother do it for you."
"If mother asks again, she will tell me that I fell asleep."
"yes."
Chun Rong turned around and retreated.
On the tenth day of July, Luo Jiuli, who had been recuperating for nearly a month, finally regained his strength.
As for the child who had not yet had time to open his eyes and see the world, Luo Jiuli sent someone to buy a longevity tablet for the child at Nanhua Temple to save the child.
During this period, Luo Jiuli also met the original owner's sister, Luo Jiuqing, the wife of the Minister of Dali Temple.
The original owner's family was harmonious. His father, Duke Yiguo, only had one wife, the original owner's mother, and they had four children in total.
The eldest brother Luo Yuanliang, as a major general, was training troops in Liyang with his father, Duke Yiguo.
The eldest sister, Luo Jiuqing, is the wife of the Minister of Dali Temple and the matron of the family. She just gave birth to her first child three months ago and has only just given birth.
The second brother, Luo Yuanjia, is currently studying at Nanlu Academy and plans to prepare for the spring exam next year.
The original owner was the youngest and most beloved child, and also the least worried child.
"Alas! It's true that I was born in the midst of blessings and don't know how to be blessed."
Luo Jiuli sighed and looked at her arms, which had gained weight.
For the sake of this body, she had spent a lot of effort to maintain it in the past month.
Food, drink, tonics, tonics, everyone is welcome.
At this time, Luo Jiuli had changed her clothes early, sat in front of the mirror, and let Chun Rong and the others put rouge on her eyebrows.
Looking in the mirror, she was dressed like snow, with hair as black as ink, with lively eyes, lips like cherry petals, and a fair and rosy, lustrous and pretty face. She looked like an indescribably pure and refined woman, Luo Jiuli was stunned.
This is her former appearance, almost exactly the same. The only difference is that the corners of her eyes used to be very clean, but the original owner had a small light brown tear mole under her eyes.
Outside Fuqu Courtyard, Mrs. Yiguo came in.
"Jiu'er, what are you doing?"
This is the first time in so many days that Mrs. Yi Guo has seen Luo Jiuli in such a dress.
As long as she lay in bed, her mother's heart ached.
Now I finally see my daughter standing in front of me happily, and I suddenly feel the urge to cry.
"Mother."
After a month of getting along, Luo Jiuli became a little greedy for the mother-daughter relationship in this world, so he stepped forward and naturally took the hand of the Duke's wife.
"Alas! Alas! Good boy, good boy."
The Duke's wife held her daughter's hand, her eyes slightly red.
"What is mother doing? My daughter has been lying down for so many days and now she has finally regained her strength. Isn't mother happy?"
"Happy, happy."
Mrs. Yiguo nodded and wiped the corners of her eyes.
"What are you going to do??"
She asked very carefully, lest she say anything wrong and make her daughter sad.
Luo Jiuli felt slightly sad when he heard her cautious tone.
What a wonderful mother! The original owner was really lucky and unlucky.
"Mom, I want to go out for a walk, and I've asked the housekeeper to prepare a car."
"It's a good idea to go out for a walk and relax. Come back early. Mother is waiting for you to eat."
"Yes, thank you mother."
Luo Jiuli smiled, felt blessed, and led Chun Rong out of the yard.
In the carriage, Luo Jiuli was not keen on the people coming and going on the street.
She has been thinking about whether to go to Jiuwang Mansion to ask about King Zhao, or to go to Dali Temple to ask her brother-in-law.
Before she could figure it out, the carriage suddenly stopped without warning, almost knocking her off her seat.
Then I heard a voice in front of me yelling:
"Bold, which mansion are you from? You didn't give way to the Nine Kings' car!"
"Nine Kings?"
Chun Rong, who was walking beside the carriage, was so frightened that she almost sprained her legs.
Luo Jiuli in the car suddenly became happy. This was really, whoever wanted to come.
Luo Jiuli opened the car door. On the opposite side, a plain white hand also lifted the curtain, and a flawless handsome face with white walls broke into her sight.
The long eyebrows fly sideways into the temples, the eyes are like rippling river water, and the rosy moist lips are lightly pursed, revealing a somewhat cool taste. Who else could it be if it wasn't Xiao Mingxuan, the Nine Kings?