The bedchamber finally quieted down, and Zheng He'er stood behind the screen to reply, then knelt down with a thud to plead guilty: "This servant is guilty, please punish me, Your Majesty!"

Di Jingcheng snorted coldly: "Today's matter is far from simple. I want to know who did it today! Get out of here and summon the imperial physician!"

"Yes, Your Majesty, please calm down. This servant will go right away." Zheng He hunched over and retreated, wiping the sweat from his brow.

The door to the bedchamber was closed, and Di Jingcheng carried her to the bath to wash her body. The little one was still sobbing in his arms. Once inside the bath, she ran to the side and lay on the edge of the tub, crying very sadly.

Di Jingcheng disregarded everything else; he couldn't let her stand there pitifully heartbroken alone, so he quickly stepped forward and hugged her. Azi struggled weakly, crying, her small hands pushing away, "Go away, go away!"

Di Jingcheng had no choice but to lower his head and kiss her chattering little mouth, gently stroking her smooth back to soothe her.

After a while, Di Jingcheng finally let go of her and gently washed her body while holding her limp and powerless body.

"Azi, don't be sad anymore, hmm~, I will punish that woman properly."

"You've cried so much that your beautiful little face is all messed up, you look like a little kitten now." Di Jingcheng teased her.

Azi's emotions had stabilized considerably. She glared at him helplessly, gently tugging at his arm with her small hand, her soft voice tinged with hoarseness: "I hate that woman! And I want to go home."

Upon hearing this, Di Jingcheng felt immense fear in his heart: "Azi, be good, don't say silly things, hmm~" He would never let her leave him, gazing tenderly at the girl in his arms.