At this time, Changchun Palace had not yet received the news.

Consort Yu was watching two children playing pitch-pot with great interest.

The game of pitch-pot was suggested by Consort Yu. To support the two children's game, Consort Yu specially contributed a vase with a wide mouth to be used for the children's pitch-pot game.

As for the arrows, it was even simpler. Consort Yu had someone bring some light chopsticks, which wouldn't hurt the child's hands or be too heavy.

However, the chopsticks seemed a bit too light, making the pitching game more difficult.

Consort Yu looked at Xiao Qingyan, who had been thrown into the pot but only two of the ten had entered, and her charming face showed some anxiety.

She was a master of pitch-pot back in the manor; none of her brothers could beat her. Watching Wu Yanmeng's clumsy movements, Consort Yu wished she could throw the pot in for her herself.

"Oh dear, Yan'er, move a little to the left."

"A little higher."

...

Wu Yanmeng, with her fair and chubby face, was very serious as she held her chopsticks and aimed them intently at the vase in the distance.

She would occasionally complain to her mother, interrupting her: "Oh, Mother, please stop talking, I know."

The little princess, who was bad at shooting but had a strong addiction, threw a confident arrow, but it went perfectly wide, missing the bottle opening by about half a meter.

Consort Yu remained silent, her eyes mocking her daughter.

Wu Yanmeng's face turned red, and she felt terrible.

She angrily pulled Qingyin over: "Ayu, come and play, you're definitely better than your mother!"

Suddenly thrust into the "battlefield," Qingyin glanced helplessly at the childish mother and daughter, then reached out and picked up the chopsticks that the palace maid had taken back.

Qingyin felt a sense of weightlessness from the lightness of the vase, and then, after carefully observing the distance to the vase, she held the "arrow" with her fair fingers, making it inexplicably captivating.

The people of Changchun Palace also felt that the adorable Xiao Ruyu was somewhat different; she was inexplicably beautiful, making them think that Xiao Ruyu was a skilled archer.

One "arrow"

Two "arrows"

...

Ten chopsticks were neatly dropped into the vase one after another.

Even a "master" like Consort Yu was amazed. She knew how difficult pitch-pot was. If you think it's easy, just look at her daughter.

With ten shots hitting the target every time, Ru Yu's talent is undeniable.

Consort Yu's eyes lit up; she was even more reluctant to see such a child become a eunuch.

"Wow! Ayu, you're so amazing! You're even more amazing than your mother!" Wu Yanmeng exclaimed happily as she approached Qingyin and praised her.

Qingyin smiled shyly, as if embarrassed.

Consort Yu glanced at her youngest daughter, who was secretly plotting something, with annoyance. "Hmph, she only said a few words in secret. This silly daughter really knows how to take advantage of others."

Sensing something was wrong, Wu Yanmeng cleverly gave her mother a flirtatious wink, as if begging for mercy.

The palace maids watching couldn't help but chuckle.

Before anyone knew it, Consort Yu had started laughing out loud, and then Changchun Palace was filled with joyful laughter.

Amidst the laughter, Wu Yanmeng's shy voice rang out: "Oh dear, I'm hungry, it's time to eat, stop laughing..."

Emperor Chongzhao, who was walking towards the entrance of Changchun Palace, was somewhat surprised. He stopped Li Yuanzhen from reminding him and quietly walked in.

In the distance, his Consort Yu was not as gentle and kind as she appeared in front of him. She was suppressing her laughter so hard that her face was extremely distorted. She was trying to use a palace maid to cover her up. Meanwhile, his youngest daughter covered her face with her hands, her face flushed with anger, trying to deceive herself.

The young emperor raised a slight brow, his cold and stern eyes looking with interest at his beloved concubine in the distance, whose appearance was vastly different from his own.

Li Yuanzhen broke out in a cold sweat. Looking at Consort Yu, who was laughing hysterically in the distance, Li Yuanzhen thought, "Oh no! If Consort Yu knew she was like this, she probably wouldn't be able to laugh anymore."

Li Yuanzhen stared intently at the patch of earth below, his heart pounding with fear, not daring to look at the group of people laughing happily in the distance.

However, His Majesty seemed to be in a good mood. Li Yuanzhen quietly raised his head, glanced at His Majesty's expression, and then quickly lowered his head again.

Emperor Chongzhao had enjoyed watching Consort Yu's foolish behavior for a while before he prepared to go forward.

People in the palace all live behind masks, so it's rare for him to see people's true selves. Today's timing is perfect, otherwise he wouldn't have been able to see his beloved concubine like this.

Emperor Chongzhao walked forward with a smile on his lips.

"My beloved concubine is truly radiant today. I wonder what's so funny."

The sudden sound nearly startled Consort Yu out of her wits.

After hearing what was said, Consort Yu recalled her expression from just now; her face turned pale, then red, then pale again. Bah! And she was radiant? The Emperor's mouth is truly venomous!

Despite the immense distress in Consort Yu's heart, she still had to perform the proper courtesies.

"Your humble servant/your son greets Your Majesty."

Emperor Chongzhao, in a good mood, excused the men from their formalities, secretly admiring Consort Yu's expression, and personally helped her up.

Then, at the next glance, I spotted the quiet Qingyin.

The child's face was pale and hazy, as if draped in a soft light. Her delicate and flawless face was completely devoid of blood, so fragile. But her clear and transparent eyes shone with a strong light, like green bamboo growing on the edge of a cliff. She looked pitiful, yet quite cute.

This was the first time Emperor Chongzhao had ever seen such a fragile child. Compared to his chubby little daughter, the child looked pitifully thin.

Could it be that Consort Yu didn't feed him? Emperor Chongzhao couldn't help but wonder, but then he saw the child's subconscious trust in Qingyan and Consort Yu, and took a step closer to them.

He dispelled his suspicions once again.

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