"Chi Yuan invited me to the palace?"

Shen Yulou looked at the person who came to deliver the message from the palace with the eyes of someone looking at an alien.

I casually cracked a walnut with the steamed bun I had for lunch right in front of him.

"Why did you invite me? Do you want to beat me up again?"

He sat comfortably on the stool with his legs crossed, tossing the steamed bun, which was harder than a brick, into the air.

"How can we possibly fathom His Majesty's will?"

The palace servant ignored Shen Yulou's words and kept gesturing for her to leave.

He wanted to see what tricks this dead man was up to.

Shen Meiren gripped the steamed bun in her hand tightly.

This is his weapon today.

If Chi Yuan dares to touch him, he'll knock him unconscious with a steamed bun.

"Walking there?"

As soon as she stepped out of the gates of the Prince of Jin's mansion and looked at the empty streets, Shen Meiren put her hands on her hips.

"His Majesty did not arrange a sedan chair for you."

The palace servant wore a professional, fake smile, but inwardly he was somewhat apprehensive.

He was a palace servant who served the emperor, so he naturally knew Shen Yulou's position in Chi Yuan's heart.

After all, this is a man who, when he goes berserk, would even slap the emperor.

His Majesty did not even punish him.

Who knows if they'll suddenly go berserk and slap themselves in the next second?

Then I'd have nowhere to cry.

"What are you afraid of? Do you think I'm the kind of person who makes trouble unreasonably?"

Shen Yulou immediately sensed the bitterness in the palace maid's heart.

"Don't worry, I won't touch anyone I have no grudge against."

"If there is one, that person can only be Chi Yuan."

The palace servants trembled with fear.

The Prince of Jin dared to address the Emperor by his given name.

"Alright, go play somewhere else, don't follow me. I'll go back to the palace by myself."

After saying that, Shen Yulou kicked off with both legs, picked up the baby, and jumped onto the wall, leaping and bounding along the eaves.

"Your Highness, Your Highness!"

The palace servants were stunned. When they realized what was happening, they quickly reached out to grab Shen Yulou's robe, but Shen Yulou left them far behind.

"Awooo~"

The little one sang a lullaby in his own unique language while nestled in Shen Yulou's arms.

My little one loves to sing when he's being held in his dad's arms and bouncing around.

In this way, his singing can travel very far and be heard by many people.

"My sweet baby sings so well."

Shen Yulou smiled and patted the baby's little ears, then carried him all the way into the palace.

"Hey, what do you want with me, Mr. Chi?"

The imperial physician was still applying medicine to Chi Yuan when Shen Yulou suddenly jumped in through the window, startling everyone in the hall.

"Oh my, your face has improved a lot in just a few days!"

Shen Yulou gave him a sarcastic remark with a sidelong glance.

As a result, Chi Yuan simply turned his head away indifferently, without the slightest reaction.

"Not going to say anything?"

Shen Meiren raised an eyebrow and went to the table to pour herself a cup of tea.

The baby bit his father's finger.

Why does Chi's dad seem so dazed today?

The expression was exactly the same as the one the little one had when he dreamed of catching butterflies in the garden that day.

"Your Majesty, please rest well."

As always, the imperial physician gave his last instructions, then, carrying his medicine box, walked out of the palace gate led by a palace servant.

Chi Yuan finally turned his attention to Shen Yulou.

It wouldn't have mattered if he hadn't looked, but once he did, His Majesty the Emperor was furious.

Why is it that Shen Yulou's face looks like he hasn't been injured after the fight?

I'm so angry!

When will his face finally recover completely?

Having this swollen face every day makes me feel nauseous just looking at it.

"What exactly do you want from me?"

"You won't answer when I ask you!"

With a "bang," Shen Meiren impatiently slammed the precious Ru kiln porcelain cup in her hand onto the table.

It's clear he's using this cup as a metaphor for Chi Yuan, venting his anger on it.

Chi Yuan's throat bobbed as he tried to tell himself not to get angry.

"Go to the Buddhist temple."

Shen Meiren frowned even more deeply, and the steamed bun in her hand almost flew out of her hand.

He hates Buddha; it's in a demon's nature.

"What are you going to the Buddhist temple for? To worship Buddha?"

He took a few steps back, clearly unwilling to follow Chi Yuan.