I've been bullied and humiliated for thirteen years; when I wake up, I'll be bloodthirsty.

Chapter 856 Going to Knock on the Drum of Petition

The Ninth Princess subconsciously took a half step back.

Shall we begin?

Yangyang said that she was An Yan, the divine physician of Medicine God Valley, and the servants in the mansion only called her Doctor An.

But her intuition wouldn't lie to her.

This is her mother, Rong Xin, the younger sister of the Duke of Rong.

Similarly, she also knew that her mother had not appeared in the capital for so many years, but had returned at this time to live with Yangyang. There was only one possibility: they were waiting.

They are waiting for the day when the case of the Duke of Rong's mansion will be overturned.

Now, that day has finally arrived.

However, the success or failure, life or death of this journey is uncertain.

Princess Jiu stood in the corridor, where the dripping sound of moisture from last night's torrential rain still lingered under the eaves.

She didn't know how long she had been waiting, but she saw Rong Xin, dressed in mourning clothes, calmly and composedly walk out of the house, her gaze firm as she took each step. She didn't see the person standing under the eaves.

The Ninth Princess watched her retreating figure, the word "Mother" stuck in her throat. She even moved her lips, but ultimately no sound came out.

When she was very young, her mother told her that everyone has their own path to walk.

Deep within the palace, she watched others scheming against each other, enjoying harmony and happiness, genuine feelings and feigned emotions—all of which were scenery irrelevant to her.

She had hoped countless times that even without her father's pity, her mother would love and miss her as deeply as the mothers of her other brothers and sisters.

She couldn't control anyone's fate or choices, so she could only tell herself over and over again to live well. If her mother were still alive, one day she could openly and clearly call out, "Mother!"

Tell her, "Mother, I miss you so much."

But these words and these longings are all her own business.

Mother has her own path to walk.

After watching Rong Xin leave the courtyard, the Ninth Princess finally turned to the maid who had been taking care of her and said, "Please get me a cloak, a white one."

The palace maid hurried back, grabbed a white cloak, and ran back to drape it over her shoulders.

"Princess, it rained last night and it's chilly today, so please don't go out. I just heard that the Second Prince has returned to the capital, and people are rushing to the roads. You're not fully recovered yet, so please don't get bumped into." The maid asked her cautiously.

"It's alright, let's stand a little further away and go take a look," the Ninth Princess said softly.

The palace maid quickly stepped forward to support her, saying, "Please be careful."

The two said something to the gatekeeper and went out.

The Princess's residence is not far from the main street leading to the palace; it's just three alleys away.

When the Ninth Princess arrived, she saw that the main road was already crowded with onlookers. She did not go forward, but turned around and went into a teahouse and went up to the second floor.

Everyone probably wanted to see up close the scene of the deposed crown prince returning to the capital. There were hardly any people in the teahouse at the time. The Ninth Princess went up to the second floor and could clearly see the coffins coming from afar.

Her second brother, Zong Que, walked at the very front, and the shouts of the people never stopped for a moment as he passed by.

She saw Rong Xin, dressed in mourning clothes, walk out of the crowd, step by step walk up to Zong Que, take the memorial tablet that Zong Que was holding in his arms from his hands, and turn around to continue forward.

Lu Yangyang stood in the crowd, looking at Zong Que from afar.

Wen Qingqing, standing to the side, nervously swallowed. "Yangyang, should we go over there?"

Lu Yangyang turned her head away. "Go to the palace gate."

"Could it be that we're going to the palace?" Wen Qingqing lowered her voice, but her eyes widened in surprise.

"Go and beat the drum to appeal."