The Slacker Princess: Fight for the Throne? Don’t Be Ridiculous! I Can’t Even Get Out of Bed!

[Good News] She transmigrated into the body of the Sixth Princess — daughter of the reigning Empress.

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[Bad News] The moment she arrived, she accidentally drugged the Prime M...

Chapter 156 Whose is it?

After finally making it to the palace gate, they found the palanquin waiting to the side, with four burly eunuchs standing with their hands at their sides.

This thing is too expensive for ordinary people, so Qin Zhaoyue didn't pay attention to it. Just as she was about to step inside, Su Quan stopped her.

"Your Highness, please get on the carriage quickly."

"Huh?" Qin Zhaoyue was stunned. "This was prepared for me?"

"Yes, it was prepared long ago. Your Highness already has a headache, how could we let you walk all the way?"

Qin Zhaoyue thought to herself, "They even arranged a palanquin in advance. Does this mean they're going to punish me?"

In fact, Qin Zhaoyue could roughly guess what her mother wanted to ask.

In Mingyan County, gunpowder was used to dig canals, and the true qi that was cultivated silently, along with the supernatural ability to detoxify and heal injuries, were also found there.

If it's not those two, then it must be some kind of auspicious omen, since those things are really taboo.

However, it was all done by her elder sister, so what does it have to do with Qin Zhaoyue?

Even though the imperial physicians had already diagnosed a problem, they still insisted on sending her to the palace. It didn't seem like a good thing at all.

With her questions in mind, Qin Zhaoyue still boarded the palanquin.

Su Quan stood by, extending his arm to support her, afraid she might fall.

Qin Zhaoyue raised an eyebrow. "She's sensible. It seems the money wasn't all wasted."

The imperial carriage went straight into the imperial study; to outsiders, this favor was unparalleled.

After entering the house, Su Quan immediately closed the door.

Qin Zhaoyue glanced at Suimo kneeling to the side, his forehead red as if from kowtowing, and her heart skipped a beat.

Qin Minghuang stared at her sixth child, struggling to suppress her anger, and coldly uttered two words:

"Whose?"