Jiurao closed her eyes and calmed her spirits, and Tianshu served her side without any regrets without regrets.

Jiuwei sat alone at the table, looking carefully at the book "Travels of the Southern Xinjiang" in his hand. He had not had time to read these days, but he could finally calm down and finish reading it today.

In the evening, Jiuwei read the last page and roughly understood the customs and peoples of southern Xinjiang. However, we still need to slowly figure out the situation in front of us.

Pour a glass of water and drink it. Jiuwei closed her eyes and thought for a while, then got up and walked out the door.

The boy in white clothes, his thin body is as tall as pine and bamboo, exuding the gentle and extraordinary temperament of a young man, but he also seems so indifferent and alienated, exuding the indifference that keeps people from thousands of miles away.

At this time, the innocent and delicate little face was calm, but the eyebrows and eyes were slightly furrowed, as if they were bothered by something.

Standing quietly for a while, he raised his foot and walked up the corridor. The snow-white robe moved with his steps and the purest and most precious color.

Walking along the long pavilion corridor, looking at the lake view on both sides, the evening glow reflects on the lake surface, reflecting a beautiful light.

The boy's eyebrows and eyes seemed to soften in the rays of light.

After walking for a while, he sat down by the railing, Jiuwei looked at the lake quietly, and his eyebrows and eyes slowly locked.

"Jiuwei, what are you thinking?" A tender and pleasant voice sounded behind him. Jiurao, wearing a light blue silk skirt, walked onto the corridor, leaning leisurely against the pillars, looking at the boy who seemed to be thinking about it, "Are you thinking about things in southern Xinjiang, or thinking about something else?"

Jiuwei's eyebrows and eyes were slightly curled, "I was wondering, did my father and Dad Shang come to Nanjiang too?"

"Hmm?" Jiu Rao raised his eyebrows, "Did you find their traces?"

Jiuwei shook her head: "No."

How could he discover his father's trace?

Unless he deliberately leaked his whereabouts, even if his father and Dad Shang had moved into this villa, he might not be able to notice it.

"Then why did you have such a question?" Jiu Rao asked subconsciously, and suddenly thought of something, and a sudden realization appeared in his eyebrows: "Our carriage..."

Jiuwei looked up at the lake and nodded slowly: "It's possible."

He could now be sure that his father and Daddy Shang had appeared in Yinzhou at least, and he also arrived in Phoenix City in their carriage...

As for whether he has come to southern Xinjiang now, he cannot be sure.

Why did my father and Dad Shang go from Yinzhou to Phoenix City? Jiuwei pursed his lips, and couldn't help but feel a little throbbing in his heart.

My father was worried about him, so he followed quietly to ensure his safety?

This thought made him feel happy, but the joy lasted for less than a moment, but he suddenly remembered what he had done in Yinzhou, and he couldn't help but feel nervous again.

"Your Majesty." Feng Wu walked over and knelt on one knee, "I found out a piece of information."

Jiu Rao turned his head.

"The Queen Wu will return to her house to visit her relatives in three days - the tenth day of July." Feng Wu said, "She is pregnant now and is said to have often missed her family these days. The King of Southern Xinjiang specially allowed her to return home for half a day."

On the 15th of July, there is a custom in southern Xinjiang. If you do not go home to visit relatives three days before the 15th of July, unless you want to worship your ancestors.

Empress Wu is pregnant and according to the rules, she should not return to her house to visit her relatives at this time. Besides, the whole month of July is a ghost month. Even if ordinary people don’t care, the royal family’s descendants are of great importance, so they will naturally not be neglected.
Chapter completed!