In fact, it was not just Rumei. Ji Xingzhi could not name many people in Shaohua Palace. Rumei was promoted to guard the door for Ji Xingzhi only half a month ago. She just stood at the door of the bedroom and asked Ji Xingzhi if she had any instructions, or started to do them. The reason why Ji Xingzhi knew Rumei's name was because the name Rumei was given by Ji Xingzhi. Here is what happened. Ten years ago. Ji Xingzhi was lying on the bed eating cakes and reading a book as usual. As she was reading, the door suddenly creaked. Ji Xingzhi looked in the direction of the sound and saw a man in a light blue brocade robe walking slowly. His black hair was tied up in a crown, and two strands of black hair on his forehead fluttered slightly as he walked. His eyebrows were picturesque, his face was handsome, and his whole body exuded an air of nobility that could not be ignored. He was cold in appearance and cold in life. Ji Xingzhi was delighted, and a wide smile appeared on her face: "Uncle." Xiao Moyan walked to Ji Xingzhi's side, his cold eyes fell on the book in Ji Xingzhi's hand, and his voice was as indifferent and distant as the temperament he carried: "Do you like medical skills?" Ji Xingzhi was slightly stunned, lowered his eyes to look at the half-opened medical book in his hand, smiled awkwardly, closed the book, and habitually put the book under the pillow, and smiled nonchalantly: "I was bored, just reading it casually." Xiao Moyan watched Ji Xingzhi put the book down, frowned inadvertently, and changed the subject directly: "Is your foot better?" Ji Xingzhi nodded slightly, then shook her head again, not good, not good either. Seeing this, Xiao Moyan frowned slightly and looked at Ji Xingzhi without saying a word. Ji Xingzhi gave an awkward smile and said, "It's not that swollen anymore, it just still hurts a little when I walk." Hearing this, Xiao Moyan suddenly held out his hand to Ji Xingzhi and said, "Get up! Walking around will help you recover." Ji Xingzhi looked at the slender, white hand stretched out before her, and without a second thought, she placed her hand on it, not caring if it hurt anymore. "Okay." Xiao Moyan held Ji Xingzhi's hand with one hand and pulled the covers off her with the other. He pulled Ji Xingzhi up and sat her on the edge of the bed before releasing her hand. Feeling a sense of loss at the sudden loss of warmth in her hand, Ji Xingzhi put on her shoes and, with both hands on the edge of the bed, pushed herself to her feet. Meanwhile, Xiao Moyan had already taken a large, fur-collared robe from a nearby shelf and draped it over Ji Xingzhi. Then, he walked forward. Ji Xingzhi stared at Xiao Moyan's back, pouting. Enduring the stinging pain in her foot, she silently followed Xiao Moyan's steps. The palace maids guarding the door of the bedroom were kneeling on the ground, all bowing their heads, in silence. Ji Xingzhi pursed her lips slightly. No wonder there was no movement outside when the emperor's uncle came. It turned out that these people were kneeling on the ground, not even daring to breathe, kneeling motionlessly, looking very cautious. Seeing this, Ji Xingzhi couldn't help but raise her eyebrows. What's going on? Is the emperor's uncle so scary? Ji Xingzhi was puzzled. Xiao Moyan's pace was neither fast nor slow, as if he was intentionally waiting for Ji Xingzhi, but also as if he was deliberately walking a little faster. Ji Xingzhi stopped and stood there, looking at Xiao Moyan who was still walking on his own. She didn't intend to catch up, but she felt reluctant in her heart. Now, the time she spends with the emperor's uncle is getting less and less. Ji Xingzhi's lips moved slightly, and she was about to ask Xiao Moyan to stop, when a kneeling palace maid next to her suddenly moved to Ji Xingzhi's side and whispered, "Your Majesty, let me help you."