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Xiao Jingyao stood beside him, watching the reaction between the two people coldly from the beginning. Shen Jiaqing suddenly saw the ninth princess of Xijiang, just like the way he saw her that day in Nanyuan Tower. The reaction was exactly the same. They were all shocked that her appearance was so similar and couldn't care less about anything else.

The expression of Princess Xijiang Ninth was also helpless and at a loss. She really had no choice but to ask for help from the somewhat crazy Shen Jiaqing.

"Your Majesty, please let him go, it hurts so much!" Yushu was about to cry. Xiao Jamyao, that bastard, summoned Shen Jiaqing over deliberately to make the two brothers and sisters suffer and miserable.

Fortunately, Xiao Jingyao did not lose his humanity. When he saw her looking really uncomfortable and aggrieved, he finally felt compassion. He stepped forward and grabbed Shen Jiaqing's arm, and pressed the acupuncture point on his arm. Shen Jiaqing's arm went numb immediately. , unable to exert any strength, had to let go of Yushu.

"Xiao Jiu, Xiao Jiu..." Shen Jiaqing still looked at Yu Shu calling her nickname over and over again.

Xiao Jamyao lifted Shen Jiaqing up, and when he caught him, he scolded him, "Please be clearer, she is not Xiaojiu!" Shen Jiaqing was scolded by

Xiao Jamyao, and his mind finally became clearer. His crazy state gradually calmed down, and he only used incredible words. He looked at Yushu in disbelief and murmured, "Are you really not Xiaojiu?"

He looked like he was disappointed and his soul had been pulled out, leaving only a walking corpse, about to die.

Yushu was really afraid that he wouldn't be able to hold on, but she really couldn't tell him her true identity, even though he looked so pitiful and helpless, just like the grass being ruthlessly destroyed in the storm, he would collapse anytime and anywhere.

Yushu's reason told her to endure it. Acknowledging her impulsively would not solve the problem at all, but would only bring more serious troubles, so she could not recognize her.

"I am Xiaojiu, but I am not your sister. I am Princess Jiu of Xijiang." Yushu endured the sadness and pain in her heart and said to Shen Jiaqing: "My father is King Xijiang, and my mother Next is Queen Xijiang. I am also the ninth in the family. There are eight brothers and sisters in front of me. I am the youngest, and they all call me Xiaojiu." Yushu told

Shen Jiaqing that she now belongs to the ninth princess of Xijiang. She explained it clearly. She was telling Shen Jiaqing this fact and letting Shen Jiaqing understand the current situation so that he could calm down rationally and not be controlled by out-of-control emotions.

"She is indeed not Xiaojiu, she is Princess Jiu of Xijiang." Xiao Jamyao also said to Shen Jiaqing: "You have recognized the wrong person."

Did he recognize the wrong person?

Shen Jiaqing accepted the news in a daze, and his whole body became dull, as if someone had hit him hard on the head with a hammer. His whole body was confused and difficult to accept, but the fact was indeed the case, and he would not accept it. Must accept.

"She is not my Xiaojiu." Shen Jiaqing murmured in a low voice, with a very collapsed expression on his face. The light that burst out in his eyes after seeing Yushu gradually dissipated, and his much thinner body swayed. Akira, this fact hit him quite hard.

When Yushu died of poisoning, Shen Jiaqing had already experienced sadness once. Now that he met the similar-looking Ninth Princess of Xijiang, Shen Jiaqing originally thought that Yushu was alive again.

But the facts told him that this was not the case. The Princess Xijiangjiu in front of him only looked similar, but she was not his Xiaojiu. This undoubtedly made him once again bear the fact that Yushu was dead, and the scars that had healed in his heart were no longer there. Once it was ruthlessly uncovered, the red fruits were exposed, and the emotions he thought he had forgotten surged out again uncontrollably. It was a feeling that could not be described with the words of discomfort, sadness and pain.

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