The imperial family is not just a bunch of nobles. While other princes who are not favored can still be manipulated, the Imperial Concubine treats the Seventh Prince like her own lifeblood.
I should have known better than to send Laibao to the Imperial Study. It's only been a few days!
Qi Defu's mood turned icy cold. Because this was in private, his emotions inevitably showed on his face, which puzzled Qi Qi.
"Godfather, what's wrong?"
Qi Defu patted his little head: "Laibao, don't be afraid, your godfather will definitely not let you get hurt."
Qi Qi blinked at him, suddenly feeling the atmosphere was a bit serious... Others might not know, but Qi Qi knew for herself that the current Crown Prince would die of a cold while working for the people in five years. Later, the Consort and the Empress's families began their power struggle, but before the Seventh or Ninth Prince could ascend the throne, the Great Xia Dynasty would perish.
As the power struggle intensified, the palace eunuchs also aligned themselves with different factions. The faction led by An Luzong favored the Consort's faction because the Seventh Prince had military power and was obviously in better health.
The Crown Prince was poisoned in the womb when he was a child, and the Ninth Prince fared a little better, but he was still poisoned after birth. These two were truly unlucky...
After much thought, Qi Qi decided to discuss it with him. If all else failed, he could go with the Seventh Prince himself, but his godfather Defu couldn't stay in the palace indefinitely...
The next morning, while Qi Qi was still dreaming, he heard Xiao Pingzi calling urgently, "Grandpa Lai Bao, Grandpa Lai Bao..."
They said so-and-so had arrived, but Qi Qi couldn't hear clearly; the sounds around him were somewhat muffled. The system time was only seven in the morning…
"Just 10 more minutes of sleep..."
He turned over, pulled the thin blanket wrapped between his legs up to cover his head, mumbled a few words, and then fell into a deep sleep again.
This made Xiaopingzi very anxious. In his haste, he grabbed a small dried plum and stuffed it into Qi Qi's mouth.
"hiss……"
Dried plums are delicious, but they are also really sour. Qi Qi rolled out of bed in a daze, and then a white towel was slapped on his face. He was forced to wipe his face and comb his hair before Xiao Pingzi pulled him out of the room.
It was already daylight outside. A slender figure dressed in green was standing in front of the door. The woman looked older than her age, with a few lines at the corners of her eyes. She had delicate features, and although she was smiling, Qi Qi didn't feel that she was being sincere.
Qi Qi was sized up and then the woman said, "You must be Qi Laibao, the young eunuch Qi?"
Qi Qi nodded and greeted her along with Xiao Pingzi, "Hello, Aunt Chunqin."
...
Chunqin observed the chubby boy as they walked. Although he looked curious, he didn't look around recklessly; he just followed obediently behind her.
It must be admitted that this is an extremely likable child. Her cat-like eyes are pure and clear, and the innocence that shines through them cannot be faked. Her features are well-proportioned, and she will surely grow up to be a good person.
He's just too fat and doesn't seem very clever.
I don't know if this is just an act or not. If it's an act, then this little eunuch is incredibly cunning. If it's fake, then he's too stupid. How could he be worthy of serving by His Highness's side?
After walking for about the time it takes to brew a cup of tea, the little eunuch began to pant.
Qi Qi had no idea that he had been analyzed from head to toe, from his appearance to his inner self, even though it was such a short distance. He got out of bed early in the morning, already hungry and with little energy.
"Aunt Chunqin..."
Chunqin thought he had finally remembered to ask which palace she belonged to, and she straightened her expression, when she heard him say, "Could you... slow down a bit..."
Chunqin was stunned for a moment, and turned her head slightly to see that the little eunuch's face was flushed, and he was almost running to keep up with her pace, with fine beads of sweat on his forehead.
Chunqin's lips twitched in disbelief.
Where did this chubby little guy come from? He can't even walk such a short distance? Is this the kind of stamina that palace servants should have?
How does Master Qi raise children? This is not how a servant should behave. Look at his skin; it's not inferior to that of a prince.
Thinking this, and seeing the little fat boy's expression, Chunqin finally slowed down her pace in silence.
The palace paths were winding and meandering. Qi Qi didn't have the energy to talk or ask questions. After a while, he followed Aunt Chunqin and two maids into a huge palace called Fengyi Palace.
Qi Qi was taken aback when he realized it was the Empress's residence.
"When Her Majesty asks you something, just answer her truthfully, understand? Her Majesty is usually very kind, so don't panic."
Chunqin gave a few instructions, but as soon as she finished speaking, she paused for a moment. She noticed that the little eunuch showed no sign of nervousness in his eyes, which made him bolder than many newcomers.
Qi Qi said, "Thank you, Aunt Chunqin."
We entered a side hall, not the main hall. It was indeed very grand, several times more grand than a modern palace drama. The interior decoration and furniture were completely different from modern ones. They looked a bit old, but far from being old, the more you looked at them, the more you felt that they had a kind of exquisite and unparalleled ancient beauty.
A warm, fragrant scent mixed with the aroma of medicine wafted from the hall. Qi Qi looked up and quickly glanced around. There were about ten people coming and going in the outer hall alone.
Pushing aside the beaded curtain and entering the inner hall, the medicinal odor was stronger and a bit stuffy. A woman dressed in magnificent palace attire, with a beautiful face and an elegant demeanor, was holding a jade bowl and gently coaxing something. As he approached, Qi Qi heard her softly call out:
"Jue'er, can you drink one more sip? Just one more sip, and you'll get better faster..."
The voice from the bed was none other than a weakened version of the Ninth Prince: "It's too bitter, I won't drink it!"
Qi Qi: "..."
Well……
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