The Ninth Prince sneered and knocked Qi Qi's hat off his head. He then grabbed Qi Qi's small bag and examined it closely before noticing the small scars on his hands, forehead, and nose.
He frowned: "What happened?"
You fell like that, were you crying loudly?
Qi Qi, having his Achilles' heel seized, fearing he might pull, could only remain kneeling on the bed with his buttocks sticking out: "I fell."
The Ninth Prince cupped Qi Qi's chubby face in his hands and looked at it. His mouth was full of the sweet and sour taste of plums: "You're so stupid! You're such a big person, how could you fall like that?"
Qi Qi: "I have symptoms of incoordination in my limbs, Your Highness, shall we make a deal?"
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Qi Qi smiled and said, "Could you assign me less work in the future? It wouldn't be good if I accidentally messed things up."
Ninth Prince: "...You're so lazy! It's one thing to sneak off to sleep in the Imperial Study, but you dare to sleep here with me? Aren't you afraid of being punished with a spanking?"
Qi Qi looked at him resentfully: "You've already been punished..."
"?"
Qi Qi said, "It has fallen into His Highness's hands."
The Ninth Prince had a strange expression. He wanted to sternly scare the little fat boy and teach him the rules, but he also wanted to laugh: "Be serious! This is my territory! Stop talking nonsense."
Qi Qi chose to keep his mouth shut.
The Ninth Prince fiddled with his bag for a while, until it was all jumbled up, before finally saying, "Why aren't you saying anything?"
Qi Qi pointed to his mouth and shook his head.
Ninth Prince: "What?"
Qi Qi shook his head and tried to back away, but the Ninth Prince grabbed him by the collar and pulled him forward, burying his face in the soft blankets.
Seeing that he wasn't moving, the Ninth Prince nudged him again: "What's wrong? What's wrong?"
Qi Qi almost fell asleep the moment he touched the bed: "I can't talk, or I'll just ramble on."
Ninth Prince: "..."
Qi Qi yawned again.
The Ninth Prince frowned at him: "Tired?"
Qi Qi said, "At this time, you should be at work by now, Ninth Prince. Have you had breakfast yet?"
The Ninth Prince shook his head: "I have no appetite."
Qi Qi patted his stomach, hinting, "May I ask what time your pageboy has breakfast in the morning?"
Ninth Prince: "..."
Qi Qi: "This servant ate steamed buns and porridge yesterday morning. The steamed buns were filled with three kinds of seafood, and the porridge was cooked until every grain of rice was blooming. It also contained bok choy and shredded chicken..."
After describing in detail how delicious the breakfast was, Qi Qi then went on to explain the dangers of skipping breakfast, intending to fool the Ninth Prince, who was only five years old this year.
The Ninth Prince suddenly realized: "You're hungry."
Qi Qi wasn't sure if the pageboy could eat at this time, and if he really did eat steamed buns, he might cry to his godfather Defu to see if he could secretly give him special food.
No, I'm not hungry.
Qi Qi said seriously, "It's just my stomach growling. It's a hunger signal that my stomach is sending to my brain, and it needs to replenish its energy. It has nothing to do with my mouth."
Upon hearing this, the Ninth Prince even thought about it carefully before understanding what he was talking about, and immediately said speechlessly, "Isn't this still something you wanted to eat?"
Qi Qi: "Your Highness, are you hungry?"
The Ninth Prince thought for a moment and said, "Alright, serve the meal."
Just as Qi Qi was about to go outside to call for help, he saw someone pop out from behind the bed, give him a strange look, and then leave.
Qi Qi was dumbfounded: "Didn't everyone just leave?"
Ninth Prince: "What are you afraid of? You weren't afraid of fooling me just now, but you're afraid of a mere servant?"
Qi Qi: ...
The main problem is that I haven't fully learned the rules, and I'm afraid of making a mess of things.
The Ninth Prince leaned back lazily: "What are you afraid of? My personal guards are always the most tight-lipped."
...
On the other side, the Empress first said, "How dare you..."
After suppressing her anger for a while, she smiled broadly again: "Is that really so? Jue'er really took the medicine? And even had breakfast served?"
The guard, with a tight tongue, replied, "Yes, Your Majesty."
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