When he got near the Imperial Study, he glanced at the system timetable and saw that there were only two minutes left before the bell rang. Qi Qi was panting and dizzy from walking.

He breathed a heavy sigh of relief as soon as he entered the study. He carried the small snacks steadily in his hand. He hadn't eaten much for breakfast, so he used them to fill his stomach when he got hungry in the afternoon.

Before he had taken two steps, two more figures darted out from the main gate behind him and rushed in. Qi Qi hadn't even reached the path yet, and the figure in front hadn't expected there to be anyone inside. His mind was elsewhere, and he wasn't looking where he was going. He suddenly charged at Qi Qi like a cannonball.

Qi Qi was actually knocked two meters away and fell backward to the ground with a thud. His nose stung, and the figure that was tripped also fell straight down next to Qi Qi.

"hiss……"

Before Qi Qi could react, two more voices rang out.

One voice asked with a hint of urgency, "Your Highness! Is Your Highness alright?"

A furious voice roared, "Where did this scoundrel come from! Can't you see?! Wang Qingshan, go and call some men to drag him away and beat him to death!"

Qi Qi lay on the ground. As a chubby little boy, his fleshy body had a cushioning effect. He only had a little pain in his left temple and the tip of his nose, and his hand was also a little sore. After calming down and regaining his senses, he immediately heard these words.

Huh?! Are they going to kill me?! What did I do?!

Qi Qi got up from the ground. Something slipped from the tip of his nose. He instinctively wiped it, and his hand was covered in blood. His eyes were also sore and painful. His vision was blurry. His hands were dirty and his sleeves were gray. He could only blink to make the tears leave his eyes.

Looking at the young boy in blue brocade robes being helped up, he immediately explained, "I didn't mean to,"

"..."

"...Where did this chubby little guy come from?"

After a few seconds of silence, the young boy in blue spoke.

The young man in black robes who looked only a few years older than him helped him up and said, "Judging from your clothes, you should be a eunuch from the palace. Is Your Highness feeling unwell anywhere? May I take you to see the imperial physician?"

Wang Qingshan glanced at the fair-skinned eunuch in front of him. The eunuch looked even more pitiful, with red eyes, a red nose, and a pouting mouth that looked like he was about to cry.

Her skin is so fair, she looks even more delicate than the Seventh Prince's daughter.

A flicker of pity crossed his eyes, and he asked the Seventh Prince again, hoping to divert his attention and see if he could plead for mercy. Servants' lives were cheap, and their masters could order them to be beaten to death at the slightest disagreement.

That little eunuch was really wronged.

But the Seventh Prince has always been arrogant and spoiled, so this matter is probably...

well.