Ghost King and Concubine

Chapter 4 Miss Seventh Idiot【4】

"no problem."

Jiaai pushed her away, of course she was fine, the problematic one was Duan Jiaai from her previous life, who was already dead, but she didn't need to talk so much with Jinxi.

After letting Jinxi go down to rest, Duan Jiaai touched her face, feeling that these dark spots were not what her body should have.

She remembered the original owner of this body, who was good at needlework, so there were needles of various colors in the room. According to the original memory in her mind, Jiaai quickly found a fine silver needle.

If someone wants to make a move, then everyone in the house knows that Duan Jiaai is very used to covering up her "stains" with makeup because of the birthmark on her face, so the first thing she has to suspect is those "cosmetics" ".

When the silver needle stuck into one of the boxes of rouge, there was no change. Even if you pulled it out, you couldn't see the clues. Could it be that she guessed wrong, in fact, this is really a birthmark?
No, if it was a birthmark, it should have been brought out from the mother's womb, but the memory of this body told her that the "birthmark" only appeared when she was five years old.

Suddenly, she noticed a black spot that was so tiny that it almost didn't exist. Jiaai picked up the silver needle and took a closer look, but saw that the tip of the silver needle was a little darker, about the size of a grain of sand.

It seems that someone really put "drugs" in her makeup.

A flash of hostility flashed through the big black and white eyes, who the hell wants to keep her ugly like this?

For the next few days, Jiaai locked herself in the room. She pondered the ingredients of the rouge and analyzed the source of the poison. For a few days, she intentionally controlled her appetite and got up at five o'clock every morning to "exercise" , this fat body really lacked exercise, and this cycle of days passed for ten days, until Duan Chenguo returned to the mansion to celebrate the 15th birthday of his youngest son, Duan Jiabao.

The entire Duan Palace was decorated with lights and festoons, and it was bustling. Duan Chenguo, who had been busy all day that night, found time to come to Ai Qi Pavilion to see her.

"Jiaai, do you like the gift that father sent you?" After all, Duan Chenguo ran away for a few days, and when he came back, he held a banquet again, his face could not hide his exhaustion, but he still showed a loving smile when he saw Jiaai .

That kind of smile can't be said to be fake, but it also gives people a feeling of being separated, not to mention alienated, but it just feels...not close.

"Yes, I like it."

Duan Chenguo froze, looking at Duan Jiaai with shrewd eyes, she seemed to be a little different.

It only took a second for Jiaai to decide to act as the former Duan Jiaai temporarily, not because of Duan Chenguo's doubts, but because they were father and daughter, and he was "loving" to her, but there was something else. A strange thinness.

"Father, you... you told me to... embroider handkerchiefs."

Duan Chenguo then withdrew his searching eyes, smiled and asked the servants to bring a bunch of brocade handkerchiefs, "How could daddy forget your favorite embroidery? Dad just wanted to hand over your favorite thing to you, so I did it It was left on purpose until now.”

The colorful brocade handkerchiefs were put on the table, and Jiaai pretended to hug them happily, showing a charming smile, but her fat face and dark spots destroyed the sense of disobedience.

Duan Chenguo sighed, and there seemed to be traces of pity in his tone.

Although it was very light, Jia Ai caught it.

"By the way, Xiao Ai, today is your younger brother's birthday, and there will be many sons at home. Since you have already pointed out that you are going to marry Prince Xuan, don't go out to show your face. You should stay in the room."

(End of this chapter)