Qingyin: "..."
Unexpectedly, the emperor asked her this question. Without hesitation, Qingyin wrote on the paper: "I want to follow Princess Qingyan."
"Okay, what!"
The seven large characters shattered His Majesty's confidence, and the once dignified and self-assured emperor's face darkened.
Overconfident that Xiaoyu'er would choose his emperor, he wanted to retract his decree for the first time.
But seeing the earnestness on the child's face, Emperor Chongzhao reluctantly continued, "You really want to follow Qingyan?"
Qingyin nodded seriously.
"That would mean enduring a lot of hardship. You wouldn't have your favorite snacks or pretty clothes anymore. Would you really be willing to do that?"
Qingyin nodded without hesitation.
...
After repeated questioning, the emperor, who was almost consumed by jealousy, decided not to humiliate himself any further.
"Li Yuanzhen!"
Hearing the commotion outside, Li Yuanzhen immediately came in. Seeing the angry faces and the extremely oppressive atmosphere inside the hall, he couldn't help but feel a tremor in his heart.
"Send Ruyu to the White Tiger Camp and train her well. After she has finished her training, send her to the Twelfth Princess."
The White Tiger Camp is a secret force of the emperor, a secret guard. Li Yuanzhen couldn't understand why His Majesty would suddenly send Ruyu to the White Tiger Camp to be a secret guard.
But he was just a eunuch and could not disobey the emperor's orders.
Li Yuanzhen obediently picked up Qingyin, and just as he reached the door, he heard His Majesty's suppressed anger: "Wait, send her tomorrow morning."
Li Yuanzhen: "..." As expected, His Majesty still dotes on Young Master Ruyu.
The emperor, who thought the child was scared and would plead with him, reluctantly accepted the fair-skinned, timid little dumpling.
He took a vicious bite of the little dumpling's soft cheek, annoyed that the little rascal had angered him. Emperor Chongzhao subconsciously used less force when he bit, barely even taking a sip.
At the end, he even blew on it gently, as if afraid that the child had hurt him. The emperor, realizing his heartache for the child, turned pale.
Qingyin felt ticklish from the breeze and couldn't help but laugh, but she couldn't make a sound. She looked pitiful and cute.
Emperor Chongzhao couldn't help but sigh, letting the child wash up and then obediently fall asleep.
The next morning, the child was quietly held in his sleep. Despite His Majesty's strong instructions, the leader of the secret guards who had completed various missions in the White Tiger Camp had never held such a soft and cuddly child before.
Listening to His Majesty's words of advice, the head of the secret guards, Li Cheng, embraced Qingyin in a strange yet standard posture.
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