Tyrant father's group pet little princess

Chapter 1435 Jin Ju Has a Problem

Jinju's voice was low, like a cold ghost, she looked at Tan Yingying who was heartbroken, and spoke quietly.

"You think, if the prince makes a mistake, after you tell the prince, won't he be scolded by the prince for being impulsive?"

"Impossible." Tan Yingying's nasal voice was very strong, and she took a deep breath: "Father is always cautious and never makes mistakes in major matters. As long as he says that, there must be spies by my side!"

Tan Yingying raised her head and looked at the sparkling lake.

She was worried: "My brother doesn't care about me, there are enemies ambushing around me, Jin Ju, what do you think I should do?"

"In the huge North Vietnamese capital, I don't even have a place to stay."

Jinju rolled her eyes, she took off the golden hairpin from her head and hid it in her sleeve.

Then, slowly approach Tan Yingying from behind.

"Princess, don't think about it so much. Worrying can easily make you sick, and it's not good for your health. Come on, this servant will help you. Let's go over there and relax."

Jinju reached out and grabbed Tan Yingying's wrists.

Tan Yingying shook her head: "This time, I really can't go away randomly. My brother said that the emperor of North Vietnam is not easy to mess with. I can't add trouble to him."

No matter how much they quarrel, they are still brother and sister.

At this moment, Tan Yingying had a little doubt.

She looked down at Jinju's tiger's mouth.

"Jinju, I didn't know before that there is a thin layer of callus on the tiger's mouth on the palm of your right hand?"

In Jinju's dark and cold eyes, ghostly will-o'-the-wisps danced, as if her heart harbored misfortune.

She smiled perfunctorily and said, "The slaves have done too much rough work, it's inevitable."

"That's not right," Tan Yingying was even more surprised: "You and I have always been the closest, and I never want you to do hard work."

"You are by my side, talking with me every day, grinding ink, how can there be cocoons?"

Tan Yingying couldn't help stretching out her hand, and gently touched the callus on her tiger's mouth.

She remembered that her brother had it too.

Because Tan Xingjian has been practicing martial arts all year round, and holding a long sword in his hand, the hilt of the sword is easy to wear the position of the tiger's mouth.

Suddenly, Tan Yingying thought of a very scary possibility.

She couldn't help trembling all over, and the hairs on her back stood up layer by layer.

It was supposed to be a scorching summer afternoon, but she didn't feel the slightest bit of heat, only frighteningly cold.

Tan Yingying raised her head slowly, and saw Jinju standing in front of her with a fake smile.

Only those eyes burst out with murderous intent!
"The reason why the servants have cocoons here is because the servants practice martial arts so that they can kill you, the princess at any time."

She still had the same gentle and caring tone as before, but she said such terrible words!
Tan Yingying screamed in fright, and flung Jin Ju's hand away.

She turned around and was about to run, but Jin Ju kicked her in the back.

The whole person fell down suddenly, his forehead hit the ground hard, and a hole was broken.

Bright red blood streaked out from the wound.

Tan Yingying didn't care about the pain, she hurriedly got up.

When she was about to run away, Jin Ju had already rushed towards her with her hairpin in her hand.

She pressed Tan Yingying firmly to the ground, and pointed the sharp tail of the hairpin at the back of her neck!
"Princess, you treat your servants very well, but no matter how good you are, you treat your servants like cats and dogs. If you are in a good mood, you will beat and scold them frequently when you are in a bad mood!"

"You should have died a long time ago! This time you died in the palace of North Vietnam, and the slaves will be able to do business when they go back."

"Just treat it as the last time you treat your slave, my dear master."

Tan Yingying screamed hysterically: "Help! Someone! Someone!"

(End of this chapter)