Chapter 83: Domineering White Moonlight 2 She was born to enjoy happiness...

Qingluan Palace is located in the south of the palace, very close to the Imperial Garden and the Prince's Eastern Palace.

Along the way, the spring sunshine was like melted gold foil, slowly flowing on the vermilion palace walls. The glazed tiles shimmered in the sunlight, like a pool of clear water wrinkled by the wind, reflecting fine rays of light.

Xie Jingchuan carried A Li in his arms as he walked through the palace gate. The palace maids all knelt down, not daring to look at him directly.

The older palace maids breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing this. The princess was the most difficult to serve in the entire palace. She would beat, scold, and punish people at any time, and torture them in various ways. But as long as the Crown Prince came, the princess would no longer torment them at will.

Only His Royal Highness the Crown Prince can control her.

His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is simply their savior.

If Ali heard this, he would definitely jump up and refute it.

She was not afraid of Xie Jingchuan at all, she was clearly aware of the current situation.

Although Ali was stupid, he knew how to read people's expressions and knew who would be the biggest tree in the palace in the future.

Hold on to this big tree, and you won’t have to worry about wealth and glory for the rest of your life.

She didn't want to be like her parents, who were dull and honest, worked diligently as fishermen all their lives, made little money, and finally died tragically at the hands of a mob.

She was born to enjoy happiness.

When Xie Jingchuan carried her to the couch, a palace maid came to say that the imperial doctors were waiting outside.

"Let them in." After Xie Jingchuan took off Ali's silk shoes and socks, he stood up and sat aside.

Qingluan Palace was the residence that Xie Jingchuan personally selected for Ali. It was originally just an ordinary palace. Before Ali moved in, Xie Jingchuan personally ordered craftsmen to renovate it for several months.

Later, Ali collected many treasures himself, and all he saw was wealth and extravagance piled up in brocade, which was extremely luxurious.

Hearing that it was His Royal Highness the Crown Prince who summoned the princess to treat her, the Imperial Medical Bureau did not dare to be careless and dispatched seven or eight imperial physicians, as well as their accompanying pharmacists and assistants. They knelt in the hall so full that they could not move their feet at all.

The leading imperial physicians carefully examined Ali's injuries, while Xie Jingchuan listened attentively and occasionally asked a few questions. The doctor himself was already daydreaming.

Ali was originally a little civet cat who grew up in the mountains and forests. Unlike his brothers and sisters in the same litter, he did not have lofty ambitions.

For example, her eldest sister wanted to become a powerful demon who dominated the world, her second sister wanted to ascend to become an immortal, and her third brother wanted to cultivate and transform into a human form, and then travel to every corner of the world.

But she just wants good food, good drinks and good sleep.

To find out the reason, we may have to go back to before they were born.

Ali's mother was a careless "little bully" on the mountain. When she gave birth to them, she was so careless that she thought she had given birth to all the babies. Only half a day later did she realize that there was another one in her belly.

As the last born little sister, Ali was probably in her mother's womb for too long. She was weak since childhood. Not only was her pattern not as pretty as her older sisters and brothers, but after she grew up, her mother realized it again:

The youngest daughter seemed to be not very smart. She was slower than other cats in learning anything, couldn't eat well, couldn't walk steadily, let alone hunting.

After the news spread, the cats around her looked at her differently.

It’s just that Ali’s brain is not very good and he lacks intelligence, so he can’t even understand this.

It was not until much later that she realized that it was pity and sympathy.

But the silly cat has good luck. Although Ali is a hunter weaker than her prey, her family members are stronger than each other. They can raise her to be plump and white with just a few moves, and she has no worries.

Since he couldn't even master the most basic survival skills, Ali naturally never learned to practice.

He just took a few glances at his second sister while she was practicing, then was dazzled by the complicated techniques and soon fell to the ground and fell asleep.

At that time, Ali could only stay in the nest every day waiting for his mother, sister, or brother to bring back food, but being active is the nature of their civet cat clan.

Soon, she figured out an interesting route.

There was a small fishing village not far from their home. The villagers made a living by fishing. Ali often sneaked into the village to steal fish to eat.

But she was timid and weak, and the fish she could steal were even smaller, so she had never been discovered by humans.

The first and only time it was discovered was in the backyard of a home.

It was a bright and beautiful spring day. The pear blossoms in the yard were scattered all over the ground. The scattered baskets above the head were taken away. A pair of gentle hands held the shivering Ali on their knees and asked her where she came from.

Ali didn't understand and could only meow a few words, his voice trembling.

Seeing this, the woman smiled gently and took a small dried fish and placed it in front of her.

After that, Ali would often come to this family. Every time the woman saw her, she would give her a small dried fish, touch her and talk to her.

Later, Ali even had his own small bowl in their house, and every time he came back, he would put a medium-sized dried fish in it.

As spring came and autumn passed, Ali's health improved a little, and he also met the woman's husband, a tanned fisherman.

The two of them have a good relationship and always lean against each other and talk in low voices.

Later, the woman became pregnant. Her belly grew bigger day by day, and her face was filled with the happiness of becoming a mother.

Ali began to pick some flowers and beneficial herbs from the forest and brought them to the woman's windowsill in the early morning.

She looked forward to the birth of this litter of babies, and even dreamed about how many babies humans would have at once? Would human babies have different fur colors?

Until the day the woman was about to give birth, Ali smelled the strong smell of blood and death.

She anxiously jumped onto the windowsill, but couldn't push it open, so she could only meow at the top of her lungs.

Finally, when the midwife opened the door to get some water, Ali hurriedly slipped into the dark room.

She hid deep behind the bed curtains and smelled the ominous scent coming from the woman's belly.

The child in there is dead.

Ali was so anxious that his hair was falling out. He remembered the spell of resurrection that he had heard his elder sister recite, so he lay down beside the almost unconscious woman and recited it devoutly.

But she simply didn't have the ability and soon fainted.

Soon, the faint cry of a child was heard in the house, followed by the shouts of swords and knives.

Ali was held tightly in someone's arms, his mind was in a mess, and he had no idea what was going on.

But for her, life didn't seem to change much after that. She was still well taken care of, didn't have to worry about food and drink, and spent most of her time sleeping.

Ali's little mind couldn't figure out what had happened, but the surrounding environment was still safe and warm, so she stopped worrying about it.

Gradually, the memories of my previous life as a demon faded with the passage of time.

She didn't remember her original name, she only knew that her name was Chenli, which was given to her by her deceased parents, but she had never seen them, and these were all told to her by the adults.

She grew up in the deep palace and lived the most luxurious and comfortable life, as if all this was as it should be.

She was not the commoner Chen Li, but Princess Wangshu of the royal family, and she was destined to continue enjoying life like this.

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After the imperial physician left, the air in the room became much fresher.

Ali leaned lazily on the couch, picking up the chilled cherries on the plate and eating them one by one.

The cherries tributed from the imperial garden were bright red, plump, sweet and juicy, and Qingluan Palace received a lot of them.

While eating, Ali felt a little bored. He thought that he was missing the storybook, so he wanted to go downstairs to get it, but was stopped by Xie Jingchuan who came in at some point.

"Didn't you go out to treat the wound on your face?" Ali looked up blankly, his eyes like black grapes staring at him.

Xie Jingchuan paused, put her outstretched foot back, stood in front of her, and said nothing.

Ali took back the hand that was holding the cherry, pursed her lips and sat up straight, knowing that his look was making her think about where she had gone wrong.

Can……

Ali has always been slow to react, especially when facing Xie Jingchuan.

Seeing her scratching her head and unable to think of anything for a long time, Xie Jingchuan relaxed his brows and said in a gentle tone: "Have you forgotten what you said so quickly?"

After being reminded of this, Ali remembered.

Her clear eyes slowly moved to Xie Jingchuan's face: "I said I would help you apply the medicine."

"Yeah." Xie Jingchuan nodded, looking like a teachable boy. If you look closely, there is a hint of smile in the corner of his eyes.

Ali nodded as well, and tried to get up to get the medicine box, but Xie Jingchuan stopped him again: "Lan Xin."

A maid named "Lan Xin" came in upon hearing the sound, took out the medicine box and placed it next to the two of them, then quietly retreated.

Ah Li looked at the door, somewhat dissatisfied: "Lan Xin is my personal maid, why does she listen to you so much?"

"Really?" Xie Jingchuan opened the medicine box and handed it to her.

A long time had passed, and the palm marks on his face had faded a lot, but it was still a little swollen.

Ali took the bottle he handed over, poured out some ointment, and applied it to his face little by little.

At first she was a little absent-minded, but after hurting Xie Jingchuan once or twice, she became serious.

Her usually lazy eyes were fixed on him intently, her brows furrowed, and she was extremely focused.

Xie Jingchuan stood there motionless, letting her play with him, with the corners of his eyes drooping, revealing a tender look.

A few rays of sunlight filtered in through the carved window lattices, outlining delicate patterns. The yellow sparrows kept in the corridor outside the window chirped, and Lan Xin and Ming Shuang, the two personal maids, brought small pots to add water to them.

The brocade curtain is half rolled up, and through the thin gauze, one can see the swaying shadows of flowers outside, creating a scene of tranquility and peace.

After a long while, Ali dropped his things and started to complain, "My hands are so tired."

Hearing this, Xie Jingchuan rubbed her sore wrist and stroked it: "Thank you, my face doesn't hurt at all."

Ali suddenly opened his half-closed eyes, straightened up, and nodded modestly: "You're welcome."

Xie Jingchuan took a wet handkerchief and wiped the ointment off her fingers. When Ali yawned, he spoke again, "Have you finished the homework assigned by Master Yao?"

Tutor Yao was a great scholar of the time. She was originally selected by the emperor to lecture the crown prince, but the crown prince advised the emperor to send her to Chengguan Pavilion to study together.

Tutor Yao is well-versed in ancient and modern knowledge, but he is a conservative person. He is the kind of white-bearded old man that Ali fears the most. Going to school is like going to the execution ground.

Hearing his name, Ali's sleepiness instantly disappeared, and she stammered a few words: "No..."

It’s not that she didn’t work hard, but she was not cut out for studying, and going to school was like torture to her.

But Xie Jingchuan didn't believe it.

He looked at her leisurely and asked, "Not finished yet, or not yet?"

Ali took a deep breath and uttered two dry words: "I didn't do it." He looked as if he was ready to die.

Xie Jingchuan didn't seem surprised. He ordered people to take away all the fruit plates and pastries on the table and replace them with fine writing brushes, ink, paper, and inkstone, as well as a thick stack of ancient books.

He took out one of the books, stretched out his slender fingers to turn a page, and spoke in a clear and pure voice, making the obscure truth simple and interesting.

The vast world of the book leaps forth in his narration, making it fascinating.

Except for Ali, who is stubborn and unwilling to listen to anything.

She listened impatiently, but she also knew that Xie Jingchuan would not let her go easily, so she could only say in a roundabout way: "The Grand Tutor will be checking the homework tomorrow, so I'd better copy the book first."

Xie Jingchuan knocked away her hand that was stealing towards the pen and said calmly, "Grandmaster's intention is not to order us to copy the book, but to understand the profound meaning of the book. Otherwise, even if we copy it ten thousand times, it will be useless."

Ali couldn't help but look embarrassed.

Xie Jingchuan put down the book in his hand, and raised his eyebrows slightly: "...didn't understand?"

Ali nodded truthfully, not knowing whether he didn't understand the last sentence or everything he said.

A trace of helplessness appeared on Xie Jingchuan's handsome face.

After a moment, he picked up the book again: "Then I will tell you again from the beginning. Maybe you will listen to it better this time?"

His Royal Highness the Crown Prince has not encountered many setbacks in his life, and Ali is the biggest one.

"Yes." Ali nodded repeatedly, pretending to be obedient and not daring to provoke him again.

Xie Jingchuan looked at her again and started telling the story again, this time slower and more detailed.

Under his close attention, Ali forced himself to concentrate and listened attentively.

In the blink of an eye, it was noon. The two had lunch together. Xie Jingchuan mercifully let Ali take a nap for a while, and then continued his lecture in the afternoon.

By dusk, Ali was able to repeat what Xie Jingchuan had said in his own words and even gave a few examples.

Although it's not quite complete, it's considered to be a coherent whole.

Xie Jingchuan closed the book and felt deeply relieved.

Ali was lying on the table, his face looking gloomy.

He had finished his lecture, but she still had a pile of homework to do, and she was afraid she would be punished with a ruler tomorrow.

Xie Jingchuan stood up and smoothed the belt around his waist: "Don't worry, I've already had your homework done."

"Ah?" Ali looked up in surprise, trying to read something from his serious face.

She remembered that Xie Jingchuan never allowed her to let others do her homework, and she had to finish it even if it meant crying. How could she do it knowingly?

Xie Jingchuan glanced at her, his brows relaxed as he smiled softly, "You've already understood the principles of the sages in the book, so why bother with writing?"

Xie Jingchuan's figure gradually faded away. He had to go and pay his respects to the emperor and the imperial concubine and could not stay any longer.

Fortunately, the marks on his face were no longer visible, and Xie Jingchuan himself breathed a sigh of relief.

The burden in his heart was lifted, and Ali turned over comfortably on the couch, thinking of having a good sleep first and then getting up for dinner.

Unexpectedly, Lan Xin walked quietly to her side and brought some bad news:

The Empress Dowager was in the small Buddhist temple and called the princess over to talk to her.