Fire Concubine: Demon Lord, too presumptuous!

Chapter 4
It is impossible for someone who has never been in a wheelchair to appreciate the excitement of being able to stand again.

She was once famous in the human empire as a genius. She was a genius among geniuses among her peers and even several generations.

Such a person must be proud and arrogant, and Di Jiu is the same, but the sudden disability made her feel that there is no hope of living, like a butterfly with broken wings, like... a cook who has lost his sense of taste.

That sense of gap can instantly crush a person, so how could she not hate it!

So the current Emperor Nine cherishes the opportunity to walk again.

When the moonlight was about to end, Di Jiu, who had been walking all night, returned to the bed to take a nap.

Because she remembered that tomorrow was the annual palace banquet.

*

The cold wind blowing outside the window was clueless, and it was still unforgettably cold.

Di Jiu leaned against the window, and only then did he see her face clearly.

There are a pair of coquettish and deep black eyes inlaid on her immature face, her skin is fair, her outline is not a bit masculine, her nose is high, her lips are thin, her eyebrows are slightly frowned, and she is not angry and majestic.

At the age of 14, he already has the height of an adult. His coquettish eyes are sharp, with the tip of the eyes slightly raised, carrying a sense of sarcasm.

"The wind is blowing, it's really presumptuous."

Although Di Jiu said so, he didn't mean to close the window.

"Is your brain blinded by hatred, and you are still standing here when you are cold!" A voice came from his mind.

Di Jiu pursed his lips, showing a half-smile.

Being sentient is good, and being sentient means that she is still alive, and she has not turned back into that broken corpse covered in flies and exuding a rotten stench all over her body!
"Jiujiu, why don't I tell you who killed you."

"No need." Di Jiu's tone was cold and firm, "If you tell me, then what's the point of my rebirth?"

She wanted to find out who killed her herself, and what was taken from her, Di Jiu, even a strand of hair, must be returned!
*

On the way to the banquet palace of the imperial capital, heavy snow fell like goose feathers, forming an invisible white carpet on the ground.

A beautiful figure came into sight, she was wearing a noble robe made of black brocade, with a plush scarf around her neck to block her non-existent Adam's apple, and dark stripes embroidered on the robe, slim and elegant Slender and tall, it brought out the unique noble temperament of that person.

Di Jiu walked in the palace on foot, she no longer needed the sedan chairs, and before leaving the palace, she specially ordered Han Lang to throw away all the sedan chairs in Ziyang Palace.

When the passing servant Gong'e saw Emperor Jiu, she immediately knelt down and kowtowed, shouting loudly: "Eldest Prince."

This respectful and noble title made Di Jiu curl his lips.

In the past, these were very useful to her.

Even when you die, it is still useful.

It wasn't until her body was invaded by flies and mosquitoes, that she felt that these things could be scattered easily.

The imperial palace is very large and far away, and when Emperor Jiu admired it all the way and arrived at the banquet palace unhurriedly, a lot of people had already gathered there.

Civil and military officials stood up with their families and greeted each other with a kowtow.

"Welcome the First Prince!"

The loud voice resounded through the hall, and also sounded the alarm in Di Jiu's heart.

The game really restarted.

Those eyes, which contained endless darkness, passed over the faces of the people present one by one, and she wanted to remember everyone here.

No, it is to remember more clearly!

Seeing the unfazed man coming slowly from outside the hall, the emperor on the high seat smiled with satisfaction.

"Exemption."

"Thank you, First Prince!" Civil and military officials stood up and took their seats.

Di Jiu walked into the hall, raised his robe and knelt down, with his head on the ground, his voice resounding.

"My son, please see my father, my father, long live, long live, long live!"

Di Jiu bites every word very clearly.

(End of this chapter)