Before we knew it, it was already late autumn.
When he left Fuyang Mountain, it was still early spring. Yi Mu still remembered painting plum blossoms in the courtyard in the warm pavilion.
Meanwhile, in the back garden of the palace, he watched Yuanbao climb the artificial hill and pick the largest pomegranate from the tree.
Yi Mu didn't like eating this sour stuff, but Yuan Bao wanted to pick it to please him.
Yi Mu was worried he would fall, so he watched nervously from below.
Not far away, several young women walked over, dressed in uniform palace attire. Judging from their demeanor, they didn't seem like palace maids, but rather like ladies from noble families.
The woman at the head of the group was dressed in flamboyant attire, though she was wearing a uniform dress.
However, with seven or eight hairpins stuck in her hair, she had a gaudy and ostentatious air about her, which made her look less pretty and more like a nouveau riche.
The group of young girls, in their late teens or early twenties, with their delicate and pretty faces, walked this way chattering like a flock of larks.
Yuanbao finally picked the biggest pomegranate from the tree and held it in his hand like a treasure to show to Yimu.
"Young master, look, it's as big as a bowl!"
Yimu told him to come down quickly and be careful not to fall.
Yuanbao let out a soft "Ah!" and carefully climbed down the artificial hill.
He had just come down and met up with the girls.
The bejeweled young woman took a liking to the large pomegranate in his hand and arrogantly raised her chin at Yuanbao, saying, "I like this pomegranate. Send it to my palace later."
Yuanbao was a child who was used to being wild outside and did not know the rules of the palace. He had never seen such an arrogant person before. Hearing this, he rolled his eyes and said, "Why should I give it to you? If you like to eat it, pick it yourself."
Upon hearing this, the girl's eyes widened, probably not expecting that this little eunuch would be so audacious as to talk back.
She was strikingly beautiful, and when she glared, her face immediately appeared harsh and fierce.
"You lowly slave, do you know who I am? Kneel down and slap yourself."
Yuanbao was taken aback by her imposing manner and subconsciously looked at Yi Mu.
Recently, the palace has been selecting concubines for Xu Zang, and this young woman is probably the descendant of some important official.
Not wanting to cause trouble for Xu Zang, Yi Mu said calmly to Yuan Bao, "It's nothing rare. If Miss wants it, just give it to her."
Yuanbao pouted reluctantly, glared at the girl, and then reached out to hand it over.
The young woman, considering herself of noble birth, would never personally use her hands to receive this cleaned, vulgar object.
This little eunuch is insulting her.
The girl was furious and slapped Yuanbao twice.
Yuanbao was stunned by the blow; red and swollen marks appeared on his fair face, and he dropped the pomegranate in his hand.
It was the girl who started the trouble first. Yi Mu, thinking it was better to avoid trouble, had already avoided the confrontation. He never expected her to be so unreasonable.
Anger flashed across his face, and he said coldly, "Apologize."
Upon hearing this, the girl raised a smug smile and stared at Yuanbao like a dog: "Did you hear that? Your master told you to kneel down and kowtow to me to admit your sins."
Yi Mu's voice grew even colder: "These ladies, don't get things backwards. What I'm saying is, apologize to my attendant."
The girl seemed to have heard something astonishing. She turned to look at her maid, pointed at Yi Mu with an uncouth air, and scoffed mockingly, "He wants me to apologize?"
The maid knew how to respond, just as arrogant and domineering as her mistress: "I've long heard that the Emperor keeps a scoundrel in the palace, but I didn't expect him to be a cripple, a prostitute, yet he dares to talk back to the Princess, he's courting death!"
The royal family of Xu Kingdom has always been dominated by men and dominated by women. All the princesses have been married off to foreign powers, except for Princess Anhe, Yunying, who remains unmarried.
A mocking smile crept across Yi Mu's lips. He had initially wondered which nouveau riche had sent this woman to the palace, but he never expected her to be the granddaughter of the dignified Prince Guangrong.
It's truly a laughing stock.
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