After Emperor Qing made this statement, the palace maids lowered their heads one after another. They were once again honored to witness the emperor doting on the princess.
Jiang Qingqing was also shouting in her heart, "Awesome!"
"The letter of inquiry is one thing. There is another thing. Demin should also urge the Ministry of Rites to make special preparations for Qingqing's fifth birthday." Emperor Qing thought for a moment and suddenly remembered another important thing.
Empress Xu was peeling fruit for Jiang Qingqing. When she heard this, she couldn't help but say, "Since Eunuch Demin is going to the Ministry of Rites, please take this opportunity to ask Si Bu to quickly bring Qingqing's birthday clothes to me for my inspection."
Jiang Qingqing didn't expect that the time she traveled through happened to be the original owner's fifth birthday.
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Jiang Qingqing traveled to the third day of the Apocalypse. She sat on a high seat in the Huaning Palace, her two snow-white arms resting on her knees, her hands supporting her chin, staring blankly at the small courtyard outside the palace.
"Are you hungry, Your Highness?"
"Your Highness, would you like to have some of the cakes that were just delivered from the imperial kitchen?"
“Your Highness…”
The palace maids who served Jiang Qingqing used one trick after another to make the little ancestor happy.
But the little ancestor in front of him is no longer the innocent little ancestor he used to be. Beneath the naive and cute appearance of a four-year-old, he is actually a 25-year-old veteran who has experienced the fighting and killing in the era of female dominance.
"Oh." Jiang Qingqing sighed again.
This sigh made all the palace maids in the room tremble.
"Your Highness, how about we go to the Imperial College to have some fun?" The older maid was Jiang Qingqing's chief maid, named Xin Juan.
When Jiang Qingqing heard the word Imperial College, her drooping eyelids trembled.
Seeing this, Xin Juan quickly increased her firepower, "In the Imperial College there is the First Prince, the Second Prince, and the Third Prince!"
Her 10-year-old but naive brother...
"And your royal highnesses' tutors are all in the Imperial College." Seeing that His Royal Highness's expression remained unchanged, Xin Juan added cautiously.
Your Highness's tutor?!
Jiang Qingqing came back to her spirits. She raised her eyes, and her watery almond-shaped eyes flickered at Xin Juan.
It tastes like fresh meat!
Suddenly, a ray of light appeared in her boring life!
The first time she traveled through time, she was busy working on her career and had very few concubines in the backyard. The second time she traveled through time, she could completely take advantage of her young and innocent appearance to take advantage of these future pillars of the court!
When Jiang Qingqing thought of this exciting behavior, she suddenly realized her life goal.
"I want to go to the Imperial College!"
When Xin Juan saw that the princess was in high spirits, she immediately breathed a sigh of relief. She turned around and called the palace maids to come forward and dress up the princess.
Jiang Qingqing let the palace servants help her dress up. In her eyes, it didn't matter what a four-year-old kid wore.
Half an hour later.
Jiang Qingqing wore two round, high buns with a few jasmine flowers in her hair and wore a pink skirt. She was carried out of Huaning Palace by Xin Juan.
Tianqi's Imperial Academy was located at the end of the east and west sides of the palace, and the Prince's Palace was at the head of the east and west sides, so that the princes and ministers could go back and forth to class conveniently.
Jiang Qingqing sat in the half-gauze-covered sedan chair, which was the only one in the palace, and walked leisurely towards the Imperial College.
Compared with the palaces in the palace, the architecture of the Imperial College seemed a bit solemn. From a distance, Jiang Qingqing saw the black and white buildings. When she got closer to the Imperial College, she heard the lively noise inside.
Listen, it’s the youthful voice of a young boy.
Jiang Qingqing had a chubby, round face and a brilliant smile.
After the sedan chair landed, she jumped off with a plop, and ran towards the gate of the Imperial College with small steps and panting.
Just as her calf struggled to step over the threshold, Xin Juan behind her hurried over to support her staggering body, but a figure quickly grabbed her arm.
Jiang Qingqing's movements were originally under her control, but this sudden hand disrupted all her balance.
In almost a breath, she was about to fall towards the black hem in front of her.
Seeing this, the young man in black clothes with a round collar quickly grabbed her arm. He saw a little girl who was forced to turn around in a circle under Xiao Linting's hand. As a result, she couldn't stand steadily and was dizzy.
[Who the hell dumped me! ]
Xiao Linting:?
There was a crack in his originally cold expression for a moment, but he quickly recovered. He bent down and picked up the dizzy Jiang Qingqing with both hands. Under Xin Juan's astonished and terrified gaze, he calmly held the little breast in his arms.
"Why did you come to the Imperial College?"
Xiao Linting asked in a deep voice.
Jiang Qingqing leaned over his shoulder and blinked. She had just become familiar with this voice.
Isn’t this the little emperor uncle that she can’t even eat?
"Your Highness was in a bad mood, so I suggested going to the Imperial College to play with the First and Third Princes, and I packed up my things and came over." Xin Juan replied honestly.
It can be seen that all the palace people are very respectful to Xiao Linting, to a level that is a little strange.
Jiang Qingqing recovered and straightened her back and turned to look at Xin Juan.
"Okay, you don't have to follow me anymore. If a group of palace maids from the Imperial College follow me, how can my uncle and brothers study?" The little kid said nonsense in a serious tone.
Xiao Linting glanced at the child showing off in his arms, and his thin lips curled up.
"You guys wait in the porch. Her brother the emperor is in the Imperial College." Xiao Linting told Xin Juan that she didn't need to follow.
When Xin Juan heard this, her eyes darkened and she looked at the princess anxiously, but the little girl only looked at the back of her head.
"..." Xin Juan looked at Xiao Linting hesitantly.
Because there were no maids in the Imperial College, she was afraid that no one would be able to take care of Her Royal Highness! How could these pampered princes know how to take care of our princess who was born under the golden branches and jade leaves...
But Xin Juan was really afraid of Xiao Linting, a prince of a different surname, so she could only agree reluctantly and led five or six palace maids behind her to the porch next to the entrance of the Imperial College.
As Xiao Linting turned around, Jiang Qingqing saw the lonely back of Xin Juan.
[Xin Juan is so dedicated and responsible, how much is her monthly salary? ]
Xiao Linting began to completely ignore this kind of meaningless complaints. He walked calmly in the Imperial College holding a mobile complaining machine.
From time to time, Jiang Qingqing could see a few young, energetic and noble gentlemen holding blue books and chatting calmly with each other.
Occasionally, you can see two handsome young men in red holding long swords and fighting against each other in the spacious venue.
That picture, that youthful feeling.
【It’s good to be young! 】
Xiao Linting: Isn’t your four-year-old baby young enough?
He carried the infant Jiang Qingqing to the main hall of the Imperial College, attracting everyone along the way to stop and look back at the excitement.