At this point, Feng Qingyun paused slightly, her angry gaze instantly transforming into endless heartache, and her tone became incredibly gentle.
It was as if every word carried a trace of pity: "My poor baby has fallen from grace."
Every year, as long as I'm still in the capital, I'm forcibly dragged out by that inconsiderate emperor without any explanation, and forced to suffer this ordeal.
Hunting grounds are dusty, noisy, and filled with shouts and neighing horses. They're nothing like our cozy and comfortable space.
Luo Bao disliked such noisy occasions, yet she was forced to go in order to obey the emperor's orders. How uncomfortable that must have been!
Look at me, I've always been well-behaved and sensible. I never make a fuss or cause trouble for Luo Bao. I just hope to make Luo Bao happy every day.
But the emperor, already the Son of Heaven, possesses the entire world and enjoys the reverence and offerings of all people.
They're all grown up, yet they're still so immature. They don't have the kind of thoughtfulness and care I have for Luo Bao.
He only knows how to cause trouble for my precious baby, making you suffer along with him.
Qin Qianluo and Feng Qingyun's words resonated with each other perfectly, as if they had found a kindred spirit.
Instantly, it was as if they had found a close comrade-in-arms to fight alongside, and they couldn't wait to start a heated exchange of complaints with Feng Qingyun.
Her emotions surged like a burst dam, and her words poured out rapidly, like a machine gun.
It was as if all the pent-up resentment in my heart over the years had found an outlet at this moment.
Qin Qianlu vividly expressed her annoyance, as if she wanted to dispel all her resentment with this gesture.
She spoke with agitation and sharp words: "You didn't see the dust in that hunting ground."
Every time I go there, the dust rises up and flies everywhere, choking my throat and making it hard to open my eyes. How can I feel any enjoyment at all?
Besides, the noise and commotion around me is giving me a headache; it's nowhere near as comfortable as staying at home.
Feng Qingyun's eyes were full of indignation as she chattered in agreement, her voice clear and full of resentment: "That's right, that's right."
Luo Bao is absolutely right! Why doesn't the Emperor show any consideration for Luo Bao? He only cares about his own amusement and hasn't considered Luo Bao's feelings at all. It's outrageous!
One person was so engrossed in the rant that he forgot everything else and was completely oblivious to any subtle changes around him.
Su Jinyun sat quietly to the side, her posture elegant and her expression as calm as a deep pool.
Holding the book in her hand, she occasionally looked away from the yellowed pages to the soft, cuddly figure in her arms, a slight smile playing on her lips, a smile that was both helpless and amusing.
At home, such scenes are already as familiar to her as eating a meal every day.
Whenever these two encounter something upsetting, it's like a fuse has been lit, and all sorts of complaints come out like a never-ending tide.
She had heard it countless times; her ears were practically calloused from it.
He thought to himself, "These two clowns are quite amusing; they can always get so into complaining about trivial things."
However, within the lavishly decorated procession that displayed the supreme majesty of the royal family, the atmosphere was as oppressive and somber as before a storm.
The Emperor sat upright in a spacious and magnificent carriage, which was covered with soft brocade and decorated with exquisite embroidery and expensive jewels, exuding nobility.
His originally peaceful face gradually turned ashen, like a dark sky about to unleash a storm.
He listened to the words Qin Qianluo had fabricated about him, which, like needles, subtly seeped into his ears.
Qin Qianluo and Feng Qingyun's merciless criticisms were like sharp arrows piercing his eardrums, and like heavy hammers striking his heart.
His brows furrowed tightly, like two intertwined mountain peaks, his eyes revealing obvious displeasure, and a nameless fire was burning fiercely in his heart.
His face grew increasingly gloomy and unpleasant, as if he were about to unleash a thunderous rage at any moment.
What angered the emperor even more was that he subconsciously turned to look at the empress beside him.
The Empress was gently covering her mouth with a handkerchief embroidered with delicate orchid patterns. The handkerchief was made of soft material, and the silk threads shimmered in the sunlight.
Her eyebrows were curved like a new moon, and the corners of her mouth were slightly upturned, revealing her pearly white teeth.
He was clearly chuckling, and his eyes and brows were brimming with an irrepressible smile.
In the emperor's eyes, this smirk seemed like a cruel mockery of his current embarrassing situation, a joke watching him become a laughing stock.
The emperor gritted his teeth, the muscles in his cheeks trembling slightly from the effort, and the veins on his face were faintly visible.
The anger in his heart suddenly flared up even more, as if it would set the entire carriage ablaze.
He reached out, his fingers long and strong, and gently pinched the Empress's fair and delicate face, which was as smooth as mutton fat jade, applying slight pressure with his fingers.
He pretended to be angry and said, "Zitong, look at how happy you are, with a smile in your eyes. Are you secretly laughing at me?"
That little girl is becoming increasingly audacious and reckless. She completely disregards my dignity as the emperor and dares to speak ill of me so brazenly, showing no respect whatsoever for a subject.
I really can't understand how hunting, such a fun and exciting activity, can both demonstrate the royal style and showcase the martial spirit of our dynasty.
It can strengthen the body and temper the will, so how come it became something that is disliked and unbearable in her eyes?
I was extremely careful in selecting my attendants for this hunt, like panning for gold in the sand.
Everyone else was eagerly hoping for this honor and was scrambling to participate, but I didn't bring any of them. I only thought of her.
This chapter is not finished, please click the next page to continue reading!
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
