An Ning and Xi Ren both looked in the direction of the sound, and saw Mu An Ge standing there with a gloomy face, his impatience more numerous than the stars in the sky.
Xi Ren shrugged helplessly, her fair hand reaching up to An Ning's shoulder: "It seems I'll have to take you back to the palace."
Mu Ange turned and went back into the house, but An Ning heard everything clearly. He thought to himself: Those two idiots are finally gone.
Anning secretly glared at him, but only dared to glare at his back: 'You call me stupid? You're no better.'
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The carriage swayed and rocked along, as if it had returned to the days before.
Inside the carriage, Xiren leaned loosely against the cushions, looking intently at more than a dozen portraits in front of her.
Suddenly, he beckoned to An Ning: "Little Ning, come here."
For some reason, the gentler his tone, the more flustered An Ning became.
"If you have something to say, just say it here."
She hadn't forgotten how perverted this man was when they first met.
"Little Ningzi, either you come here obediently, or I'll carry you over~"
As Xiren spoke, she rolled up her sleeves, revealing a section of her snow-white arm. As soon as she finished speaking, her slender fingers slid over his prominent Adam's apple, sending a chill down Anning's spine.
"Coming, coming, sir. What are your orders?"
With a whoosh, a scroll painting unfolds gracefully.
Xiren tilted her head and asked her, "Does it look good?"
An Ning peeked out and saw a portrait of a woman, who looked quite dashing and heroic, like a woman from the martial arts world. "Very free-spirited, but not as pretty as you."
Xiao Ningzi opened her round eyes and answered seriously.
Xi Ren chuckled: "Do you remember when you first started calling me 'sister'?"
An Ning touched her head, somewhat embarrassed: "I thought you were a woman at the time."
Suddenly, Xiren reached out and knocked off Anning's eunuch hat, revealing a head of jet-black hair that appeared unexpectedly before her eyes.
"You?" An Ning was shocked and covered her head in a panic.
In an instant, her face turned ashen: according to the normal plot development, he must have known that she was a fake eunuch.
"Don't say it..."
"Are all eunuchs' hair as nice as yours?"
Just as An Ning's heart was about to jump out of her throat, Xi Ren suddenly said this.
An Ning was completely dumbfounded. Had he noticed anything? But then she thought, men in ancient times all had long hair, and eunuchs' hair was braided, so it shouldn't be very easy to tell whether it was a man or a woman, right?
Thinking of this, An Ning's heart, which had been in her throat, finally returned to her stomach.
"Probably." An Ning felt extremely guilty and answered Xi Ren's question in a low voice. Then, she hurriedly picked up the eunuch's hat and was about to put it on when Xi Ren snatched it away.
"Let me do it. I was rash just now, but I prefer to hear you call me sister."
An Ning's lips twitched involuntarily: How can this person be even more perverted than Mu Gou?
Xi Ren's body suddenly approached, emanating a faint scent of wine. The soft gauze glided across the back of her hand, like a woman's delicate fingertips. An Ning couldn't help but look up and saw his lips tightly pursed, as if he were very nervous.
'What's so scary about wearing a hat?'
Just as Anning was completely baffled, Xiren suddenly leaned down to look at her and said in a soft, melodious voice, "Be good, don't stare at me."
An Ning blushed. "Thank you."
After putting her hat back on, Anning sat a little further away from him, feeling safer that way.
"That lady just now was Yan Mufeng from Bingzhou. She wields a longsword exceptionally well and is truly a heroine among women."
Upon hearing this, An Ning couldn't help but take a second look: "Is this the one who's going to the palace for the imperial concubine selection?"
"yes."
"What a pity." What a pity, such a good person, is about to be ruined by that old emperor.
"What a pity? Hahaha, Xiao Ningzi is truly unique."
An Ning crossed her arms and said earnestly, "Isn't it a pity? Such a beautiful girl is going to marry an old man who is over fifty years old. If it were me, I would rather die than marry him."
Xiren suddenly became interested and asked, "What kind of person does Xiaoningzi want to marry?"
"Of course I am..." An Ning suddenly realized her mistake halfway through her sentence and quickly corrected herself, "Of course I'm a eunuch, destined to be alone forever~"
Thank goodness, I almost fell for this cross-dressing guy's trick.
Xi Ren looked at her leisurely, without exposing her true feelings: "Oh~ I almost forgot, Xiao Ningzi is a eunuch."
An Ning tugged at her eunuch robes, looking somewhat dejected: "Isn't this obvious enough?"
As she spoke, Xiren took out another painting: "This is Princess Baidarwuying of the Western Liang Kingdom."
"Aloof and noble, like an unapproachable trumpet creeper."
Xiren nodded in agreement: "Xiao Ningzi has an exceptional eye for people."
Xi Ren showed the remaining few to An Ning, but An Ning didn't remember them very well. However, when they were almost at the palace gate, Xi Ren said a lot of things.
"People in the palace are fickle. You're foolish. Don't look at what you shouldn't see, and don't listen to what you shouldn't hear."
“Eunuch Wu is an old man in the palace. You’re silly, so learn more from him.”
"I will come to see you when I have time."
An Ning was puzzled. Why would someone from Yichun Garden come to see her in the deep palace?
"Okay, take care, sister."
Anning couldn't refuse him, so she called him "sister".
Having just returned to the palace, before he could even rest in his room, he was summoned to the Yangju Palace by the Emperor.
"Is the Third Prince's injury any better?" The Emperor asked in a deep voice without even lifting his eyelids from the soft couch.
An Ning suddenly recalled that day when Mu Ange sat beside her bed and said, word by word, "If you still want to live well, then you should obediently submit to my orders. If you do not comply, the taste of the Golden Cicada Gu will certainly not be pleasant."
An Ning snapped out of her daze and hurriedly said, "My injuries haven't fully healed yet, but His Highness was worried that His Majesty would be left without anyone to take care of him, so he sent me back."
The Emperor suddenly stood up and walked step by step toward Anning, his tone chilling:
"There are so many people in the palace, why were you chosen to serve them?"
The sudden change in tone made An Ning panic from head to toe, and she knelt down with a thud: "Your Majesty, you were the one who sent this servant."
The Emperor stopped in his tracks and looked down at him: "Little Ningzi, the crime of deceiving the Emperor is punishable by death by a thousand cuts!"
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