Chapter 457 Expectation

It has been a long time since I was beaten by my master. I don’t want to recall that feeling.

Bei Jing tried to negotiate: "I have been ill in bed for a long time and my health is not good. It is not suitable for me to travel by boat."

The nanny smiled and replied, "The Concubine Xian said that you have been bored in the garden for a long time. You need to go out and move around, otherwise you will become exhausted."

Bei Jingchu: “…”

She covered her forehead and pretended to have a headache.

"Please forgive me, Madam. I am not feeling well today. I will go to see Concubine Xian another day when I feel better."

The nanny continued to look at her with narrowed eyes, smiling unchanged, and said, "Your Highness is not in good health, and we servants cannot force you."

"But Concubine Xian said that if you can't avoid it, you can't avoid it. If you confess, you will be treated leniently, but if you resist, you will be treated severely. Don't force her to come out of the palace to find you in person."

Bei Jingchu: “…”

Bei Jingchu wanted to cry but had no tears. She said weakly, "I understand. I will go to the palace to visit Concubine Xian tomorrow."

The next day, Bei Jingchu entered the palace.

Before meeting Concubine Xian, one must first pay a visit to the Emperor. Bei Jingchu waited in front of Ganlu Palace for Eunuch Jiang to come in and report.

The similar decoration makes the Ganlu Hall in front of us seem to overlap with the Xuanshi Hall ten years ago, but they are separated in the next moment.

Bei Jingchu came back to her senses. The plants and trees in front of her were not tall, not from the short perspective of a young child.

She grew taller and older, and there was no going back.

This was the emperor's residence, an important military and political place, not a place for her to run around and have fun with her little feet.

Eunuch Jiang came out, smiling, "Your Highness, please come in."

The old man's smile could not be used to judge the emperor's attitude and mood. The smooth-talking eunuch greeted everyone with a smile and did not offend anyone.

Not to mention that Long Shou is under her command, and Jiang Zhixian is also half a member of the Eastern Palace, so it is impossible for him to give her a cold shoulder.

Bei Jingchu walked in and saluted to the emperor on the high throne: "Your Majesty, I wish you good health."

The emperor looked up at her and said casually, "Get up."

The emperor didn't ask for a seat, but Bei Jingchu found a seat for himself and sat down.

Facing his sidelong gaze, Bei Jingchu smiled calmly: "My son has been ill for a long time and is not in good health. He cannot stand all the time. Father, please forgive me."

Anyway, he couldn't depose the prince just because she found a seat.

Once she no longer expects to have the fatherly love she once had, Bei Jingchu can live a comfortable life.

But...how can I not have a glimmer of hope?

When we haven't met, I can be cruel, thinking that if someone betrays me, I will betray him.

All love is based on the premise that you are weak.

But after meeting him in person, I would recall the warm times of my childhood, when I was a naughty child playing tricks around my father.

There was a faint smell of medicine in the air. Bei Jingchu turned her gaze to her father, who was wearing a black dragon robe, and asked, "Aye, have you been ill recently?"

Facing the emperor's puzzled look, she explained: "I smell a hint of bitterness."

The emperor did not answer, but said in a deep voice: "Prince, it is not your job to inquire about the dragon's body."

Bei Jingchu lowered his head and sneered.

How could she forget that everything she does now is wrong.

Only when Bei Jingyu comes can everything be done well.

Since they were not on the same page, Bei Jingchu resigned directly.

"Since you are well, I will not bother you any more. I will go to visit Concubine Xian now."

After seeing the child leave, Bei Heng lowered his eyes and asked Jiang Zhixian who came in to serve tea: "Do you think the prince is really sick or is he pretending?"

Jiang Zhixian:?

How does he know?

But I couldn’t express the complaints in my heart, so I had to bite the bullet and answer this question about death.