The Ninth Prince suddenly changed his mind and summoned a sedan chair late at night, leading Yuan Yao to the Chaoxi Palace.
On the palanquin, the Ninth Prince protected Yuan Yao with one hand and gently waved a jade fan with the other, his whole body gloomy.
The Chaoxi Palace was brightly lit.
Upon entering the palace gates, the palace servants knelt on the ground.
The Ninth Prince carried Yuan Yao down from the sedan chair and slowly entered the palace gate.
The attendant of the young prince of Xiqiu Kingdom wiped away his tears, ran forward and knelt down, grabbing the hem of the Ninth Prince's robe and pleading, "Please, Ninth Prince, save my prince."
His gaze fell on the hem of her clothes that had been grabbed, and instantly, the Ninth Prince's expression changed.
Seeing this, Danqing shouted, "How dare you!"
The Ninth Prince raised his foot and kicked the person away.
The maid was kicked so hard she coughed up blood, but she still wouldn't give up: "Please, Your Highness, my prince is dying..."
Soon, two eunuchs from Qianhua Palace came up and restrained the man.
The Ninth Prince raised his hand and waved his jade fan, sending out a blast of cold air. The corner of the robe that was touched was instantly torn off and turned into powder, scattering all over the ground.
Yuan Yao was dumbfounded.
Unexpectedly, the Ninth Prince actually possesses the rumored internal energy, and it's so powerful!
With a light wave of the fan, even the finest silk fabric could be turned into powder.
Good heavens, with this martial art, what use is the pulverizer?
The powerful Ninth Prince, whose voice was usually gentle, now spoke with an icy chill: "I hate being touched. If it weren't for your loyalty to your master, your head would be the one to be shattered tonight."
The maid turned pale and fainted.
In an instant, all the palace servants kneeling on the ground lay prostrate, not daring to utter a sound.
Only then did the Ninth Prince carry Yuan Yao toward the young prince's bedroom.
A eunuch planted in Chaoyun Palace led the way and said in a low voice, "Your Majesty, Prince Fengxun is suffering from diarrhea due to the change in environment. In the evening, His Majesty sent someone over with some pastries and also sent the imperial physician to get medicine."
The palace servants gave the young prince his medicine, and he felt a little better. He said he was hungry, but unexpectedly, after eating some pastries, he started having severe diarrhea less than the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, and his body was covered in red rashes..."
The Ninth Prince frowned: "What kind of pastry?"
The young eunuch hesitated for a moment, then answered truthfully, "Peanut brittle."
Peanut brittle?
Upon hearing those three words, the Ninth Prince's expression turned even colder: "You're courting death!"
After speaking, he lifted his foot to walk inside.
The young eunuch said cautiously, "Your Highness, the young prince's face is covered in rashes; it's quite frightening..."
"I understand," the Ninth Prince interrupted the little eunuch impatiently.
Inside the sleeping quarters, calming incense was burning.
Inhaling the rich aroma, Yuan Yao sneezed at an inopportune moment: "Achoo..."
With a snap of his fingers, the incense burner went out.
Beside the bed, two palace maids in green robes were preparing to feed the young prince water.
Upon hearing the sound, the two quickly put down the water and knelt on the ground.
The Ninth Prince ignored them and carried Yuan Yao to the bedside.
The young prince of Xiqiu Kingdom was barely breathing, his face covered in red rashes, a truly shocking sight.
These symptoms look somewhat familiar.
Yuan Yao shivered inexplicably.
She has mild trypophobia; the little prince's face looks rather frightening...
At this moment, the Ninth Prince slowly spoke up: "With the rash, this face doesn't look so repulsive anymore."
After speaking, he narrowed his eyes with a cold and alluring expression, and a smile appeared on his lips.
Yuan Yao shivered.
She called out, "Father, please put me down."
Yuan Yao clearly sensed that the Ninth Prince was hostile towards the young prince of Xiqiu Kingdom.
Or rather, he was filled with hostility towards the Kingdom of Xiqiu.
When the Ninth Prince gets angry, the air pressure around his body drops, and even his body temperature seems to drop a few degrees.
Yuan Yao was very curious about the source of his hostility...
The two people, one big and one small, were standing when the little prince on the bed stirred.
His voice was as faint as a mosquito's buzz: "Someone come here..."
The palace servants who were lying on the ground quickly got up, and one of them explained tremblingly, "My young prince needs to use the restroom."
Is it time to poop?
In an instant, the Ninth Prince lifted Yuan Yao from the ground and moved her from inside the hall to outside like a gust of wind.
The speed was so fast that Yuan Yao thought the Nine Thousand Year Old had the ability to teleport.
With a "bang," the palace doors slammed shut.
The Ninth Prince opened his jade fan, his brows furrowed, and coldly ordered, "Have the imperial physician prescribe some emetics for him, give him plenty of diluted salt water, and have two guards with internal energy transfer to him. We'll see how he is at dawn."
If a person is alive, that's fine; but if they die, have them wrapped in a mat and sent back to the Emperor of Xiqiu.
Two guards immediately stepped forward: "Yes!"
Under the moonlight, the Ninth Prince abandoned his sedan chair and had someone follow him at a distance, carrying Yuan Yao on the road from Chaoyun Palace back to Qianhua Palace.
At midnight, the palace was unusually quiet.
The pale moonlight cast a somber shadow over the once bustling palace path.
The Ninth Prince made no sound of footsteps, and the palace servants ten feet away dared not even rustle their clothes.
Yuan Yao touched the Ninth Prince's forehead and found that he was as cold as an ice man.
She couldn't help but hug his neck tighter and move closer to him: "Father, are you cold?"
The Ninth Prince paused for a moment, then replied, "It's not cold."
“Oh…” Yuan Yao drawled out in a childish voice.
A moment later, a high-pitched but gentle voice rang in my ears: "Many years ago, on a moonlit night like this, I walked alone on the palace road. The snow on the ground had not melted, and my clothes were soaked."
That night, the person I went to see didn't ask if I was cold; instead, she stabbed me with a sword.
Yuan Yao was startled: "Why?"
The Ninth Prince scoffed and said sarcastically, "In the winter nights of Xiqiu Kingdom, water freezes instantly. She had just given birth, and was standing barefoot on the snow wearing only thin clothes, telling me to get lost and not to touch her child."
"How laughable! Now, the child she couldn't protect herself, wasn't it I who had to step in and save it!"
Yuan Yao blinked: "Is the person Father is talking about the mother of the young prince of Xiqiu Kingdom?"
Unexpectedly, the Ninth Prince actually had a romantic entanglement with a woman?
His description sounded quite exciting!
No wonder he said he would take her to meet his enemy.
Isn't a son born to your sweetheart and another man a natural enemy?!
In an instant, a burning desire for gossip ignited in Yuan Yao's heart.
Suddenly, the Ninth Prince lightly tapped her with the handle of his fan: "Little Yao'er, listen carefully to your father. Feng Xun's mother almost killed me. He is the son of your father's killer. When dealing with the son of such an enemy, we must not let him get away with it, understand?"
For a moment, Yuan Yao was speechless.
Her father was clearly driven by love turned to hate, and then he hated everything related to her!
He was heartbroken, and his mind became twisted...
To appease the Ninth Prince, Yuan Yao nodded obediently: "Father, I understand."
After going out for a stroll, Yuan Yao returned to Qianhua Palace, drank some rice porridge, and quickly fell asleep.
The next day, at the crack of dawn, Danqing knocked on the door: "Your Majesty, news has come from Chaoyun Palace that the child is alright."
"Father, I have something to say..."
Yuan Yao, with her messy, fluffy hair, peeked out from under the covers.
The Ninth Prince squinted and lifted her up with one hand: "No, you don't. Get up and go to school."
Even after entering the Academy of Chinese Studies, Yuan Yao was still in a daze.
She entered the gate, walked through the empty corridor, and suddenly a man dressed as a teacher appeared in front of her, looking furtive and glancing around suspiciously.
Upon seeing Yuan Yao, he quickly stepped forward: "Princess, I am the tutor by the Dean's side. Yesterday, Lin Xuan scolded you, and Marquis Dingjun was very angry when he found out. Today, he specially sent someone to apologize to you."
They're already waiting for you at the dean's office. They specifically asked me to come and get you. Come with me quickly.
People from the Marquis of Dingjun's residence have come to apologize to her.
Why not just go to the school to apologize? Why make her go there herself?
Moreover, she didn't know this teacher at all.
Could it be...
Yuan Yao looked down.
The teacher's outstretched hands were covered with thick calluses, from the base of his thumb to his fingertips.
The person in front of me is not Master at all!
He's a bad person!
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