OMG! Tyrant's Pampered Baby Is a Valued Princess-Chapter 990: It’s Poison, Yet You Treat It as Candy
Guoguo patted his chest, "Brother Lei, what are you doing standing here? Didn’t the Marquis ask you to investigate how many people the Third Old Lady has deceived?"
Lei Hu took out a few letters from his chest.
"I was just about to leave when my colleague said that the post station in the city received a few letters addressed to you. Since it was on my way, I delivered them to you before leaving."
Guoguo was taken aback and looked down at the envelopes in Lei Hu’s hand.
On them was written: To my son, open personally.
Lei Hu didn’t notice his expression and said with a smile, "I didn’t expect that after all these years in the Xiuluo Guard, you hadn’t seen your family come looking for you."
"I thought you were like me, an orphan. Now that your family has reached out, take a good look and reply as soon as you can."
Guoguo suddenly came back to his senses, snatched the letters, and walked quickly to the backyard with a grim face.
Lei Hu was puzzled. "This kid, why does he look unhappy after receiving letters from his family?"
He shook his head in confusion and left.
Liu Jiru went home that night, tossing and turning, unable to sleep.
Why does the Goddess in his dream sound exactly like the Princess?
Even the shoes are the same!
Liu Jiru had never met Bai Zhi’er before.
How could he dream of so many coincidences?
Perhaps the Princess is indeed the Goddess herself.
If Bai Zhi’er is the Kunshan Goddess,
then his sister claiming to be the Goddess’s disciple is truly presumptuous!
...
The next day.
Liu Jiru sought out the Xiuluo Guard again.
Feng Fuce was not there, so Chu Ping made the decision to let him in.
"Are you here to visit again? I really didn’t want to agree, but the Marquis instructed me to be lenient because of the Princess’s favor."
"Otherwise, I wouldn’t really let you in. Just speak for a while, don’t take too long."
After Chu Ping finished speaking, he took Liu Jiru to stand before Liu Yingnan’s cell.
After a night of torment, the Third Old Lady looked quite unwell.
Seeing Liu Jiru, Liu Yingnan rushed over with renewed hope.
"Brother, how’s it going? When are our parents going to rescue me?"
Liu Jiru looked at Liu Yingnan. The more he used to admire his sister, the more doubtful he was now.
He coughed lightly and Liu Yingnan then noticed his pale lips and somewhat sickly complexion.
"Sister, I’m here this time to ask you if you still have any of the sweets you gave me before?"
"Maybe it’s my weak body. Mother gave me a lot of medicine, but without the sweets you gave, I can’t take them at all."
Liu Jiru’s eyes were dark, "If sister can give me the sweets, perhaps our parents will consider it and rescue you."
Liu Yingnan’s eyes darted, full of guilt.
"Sweets...at a time like this, how could I have any sweets?"
Just then, the Third Old Lady leaning on the side suddenly burst into laughter.
Her gaze was mad and mocking.
"What sweets, you fool, it’s poison! Your sister has been buying from me since she was little, five taels a bag, totaling twenty pieces."
"If you don’t believe me, you can go find them on the shelves of my home’s cellar; there’s plenty there!"
"They were originally meant for sick cows, to make them die quicker, and you treat them as sweets, hahaha—!"
The Third Old Lady laughed sharply, and Liu Yingnan turned deathly pale.
She lunged and slapped the Third Old Lady hard. "Don’t talk nonsense! Brother..."
However, when Liu Yingnan turned around, she found Liu Jiru was no longer there.
Chu Ping watched as Liu Jiru ran out as if mad.
He frowned, "What’s gotten into him?"
