The woman on the couch covered her mouth without any regard for her image and let out a small yawn.
How did I fall asleep?
His eyes were moist with a languid mist.
His Highness gently rubbed the top of her head with his large hand. "If you're still sleepy, sleep a little longer. It's not dark yet. I'll take you back to your residence when you wake up."
"I'm not sleeping anymore! If I sleep any longer, the seniors will laugh at me." Tianyun shook his hand, and suddenly his flat stomach made a rumbling sound.
She blushed and clutched her unruly little belly.
That's it, eat your fill, sleep, sleep your fill, eat.
I'm really going to be treated like a little piglet...
Xiao Ziwu chuckled, then easily lifted her up through his arms. "My sweetie, are you hungry? Let's not sleep anymore, let's get up and have a meal."
If only there were a hole in the ground right now, it would be even better if she could crawl into it.
Xiao Ziwu gave the order, and soon servants filed in, each carrying a fine dish.
It was past lunchtime, but the host had not yet summoned them. In fact, everything had been prepared long ago and kept warm on the stove, just waiting for His Highness's order.
The aroma of the food awakened Tianyun's cravings, and she accepted it.
I've already embarrassed myself in front of His Highness countless times, so one more time won't make a difference!
Tianyun asked in confusion, "Where is Senior Duan? Why isn't he eating with us?" After all, we were at someone else's residence, and it would be too impolite not to inform them before having a meal.
Moreover, she quite liked this old rascal, perhaps because he was a man of the martial arts world, possessing a free and unrestrained nature that made him easy to get along with.
Xiao Ziwu took the damp cloth, heated it with his internal energy, and then wiped her hands. He said calmly, "Master has something to do and has to leave the manor. Eat in peace."
Duan Ximu took Shi Que to find Jiang Kun, asking him to forge a suitable weapon for her. Although he didn't formally accept her as his apprentice, he took care of her in every way, so it wasn't much different.
Shi Que was grateful, and her enthusiasm grew even stronger!
No matter how many times he saw it, Tianyun was always amazed by this ability to heat things up anytime, anywhere: "Your Highness is even better than a microwave oven!"
Xiao Ziwu asked, puzzled, "What is a microwave oven?"
Since Duan Ximu is not at the residence, then let's give up.
Tianyun gave a vague reply, "It's hot food too, but not as good as Your Highness's." He then placed a piece of fried chicken into the prince's bowl.
She remembered that this dish suited His Highness's taste quite well when they dined together last time, and now she's trying to use this opportunity to curry favor with him again.
She smiled sweetly and said, "Your Highness, you can eat too."
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At this time, inside the Hall of Diligent Governance in the Imperial Palace.
Emperor Liang buried his head in the memorials, while Wang Yu stood to the side, not daring to utter a sound.
Since Consort Lin's miscarriage, His Majesty's face has been ashen every day, and the oppressive aura emanating from him is suffocating.
These past few days, everyone in the palace has been living in fear, each person acting with their head in their hands, lest they inadvertently anger the emperor and bring about their own demise!
His Majesty has stopped even flipping the green-headed plaques and has refused to set foot in the inner palace for several days in a row.
Yesterday, Consort Lin, with tears streaming down her face, came to request an audience, trying to inquire about the Second Prince, but was angrily rebuked and dismissed by His Majesty.
He didn't even want to see her.
If she hadn't taken it upon herself to rush back to the palace from the Lin residence without any ceremonial guards, she wouldn't have been harassed by that damned commoner.
Then his son wouldn't have died!
Now Lin Ruhong is confined to the palace, helpless and desperate, and doesn't even know the extent of Yan'er's injuries. She is extremely worried!
Meanwhile, Mu Yaozhi, who was outside the palace, was greatly disappointed to hear that her mother-in-law's unborn child was in danger, which meant that her brother Ziyan would face a double blow.
If the grain delivery is mishandled, a punishment is inevitable, even if he is seriously injured. At most, the punishment will be carried out after he recovers.
If the Imperial Concubine's child were still in her womb, His Majesty might show leniency towards her out of consideration for the imperial heir.
Right now, the Imperial Concubine has suffered a miscarriage, and His Majesty is furious. Who knows what kind of severe punishment awaits Brother Ziyan!
Her marriage to her brother Ziyan was about to be put on hold again, how could she not be angry?
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Wang Yu bowed slightly: "Your Majesty, the Minister of Rites outside the hall requests an audience."
The Emperor of Liang placed his vermilion brush on the square inkstone and said, "Let him in."
Yuwen Ji lifted his robe and knelt on both knees: "Your Majesty, I respectfully wish you good health."
The Emperor of Liang was still furious, but he would not vent it on his ministers. He frowned slightly and said, "Get up. What do you have to report, my dear minister?"
Upon hearing this, Yuwen Yi stood up: "Your Majesty, the end of the year is approaching. The envoy sent by the Kingdom of Siam to our court this year to offer congratulations is the young prince of Siam."
Originally… it would have been most appropriate for the Second Prince to make the contact, but now that His Highness is seriously injured, I wonder who Your Majesty would prefer to replace him?”
The Kingdom of Siam was on par with Liang in terms of national strength, and the two countries had been allies for many years.
This year, the young prince of Siam has come in person again. According to etiquette, Xiao Ziyan, who is also a prince, should go to greet him to show sincerity.
Emperor Liang pondered for a long time. This matter was indeed difficult to handle. After all, the two countries of Liang and Siam had been on good terms for many years, and the young prince of Siam had taken the initiative to come to pay homage and offer congratulations, showing great sincerity.
I've heard that this little prince is quite favored by the King of Siam, and he might just become the next King of Siam.
The person chosen for this meeting must be carefully selected; the young Siamese prince must not be allowed to feel that the Liang dynasty is treating him with disrespect!
Wang Yu stood behind the emperor, his expression changing several times, a hint of gloom flashing in his eyes.
"Does my esteemed minister have someone in mind?"
Yuwen Yi said in a righteous and deep voice, "In my opinion, the Third Prince is the best candidate."
Your Highness?
Xiao Ziwu.
Upon hearing this word, the Emperor of Liang was visibly momentarily dazed.
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