As night fell, Yuan Yao was too excited to fall asleep.
She rolled around in bed, wrapping herself up in the thin blanket like a little ball.
The candlelight in the Moonlight Palace was still burning, and the Ninth Prince leaned against a soft pillow, holding a book in his hands.
Looking at the little dumpling beside him, he raised an eyebrow: "Why aren't you asleep yet?"
sleep?
No, no!
Yuan Yao said seriously, "Father, what if you trick me into falling asleep and then don't wake me up?"
If she sleeps until tomorrow, Huaiyao and Xiezhi will tear her apart, won't they?
Being friends means being loyal to each other!
Moreover, she was hoping to curry favor with powerful figures so that, even if a new emperor ascended the throne, she and the Ninth Prince could at least find a way to survive...
Looking at the energetic little dumpling, the Ninth Prince sighed helplessly, "Why am I trying to coax you? Go to sleep now, or you won't be allowed to leave the palace tonight!"
What?
They won't let you leave the palace if you don't sleep?
Yuan Yao opened her eyes wide in surprise: "Sleep! Yao'er will go to sleep right away!"
The Ninth Prince raised his hand and placed it above her face: "Close your eyes."
His large, warm, and dry palms felt cozy and cozy when we were close together.
Soon, Yuan Yao lost consciousness.
She didn't know how long she had been asleep when the Ninth Prince's voice came from beside her: "Little Yao'er, wake up."
Yuan Yao was preoccupied with leaving the palace, and woke up as soon as she was called.
With a jerk of her chubby little body, she sat up.
Inside the main hall, only one candle remained lit.
Beside him, the Ninth Prince had already changed to a different book.
Upon seeing her awake, the Ninth Prince spoke up: "Shadow."
A dark figure appeared beside the bed.
The Ninth Prince put down his book, picked up the small night clothes that were placed beside his pillow, and while holding Yuan Yao, instructed Ying: "Go with the princess and protect her."
"yes."
Ying stood straight beside the bed, like a shadow.
Yuan Yao yawned and finished dressing.
She looked at her small frame, turned around, and asked the Ninth Prince, "Father, does Yao'er look good in this?"
The Ninth Prince stared at her intently: "It doesn't look good. Don't wear it again."
Yuan Yao: "?"
She thought it looked pretty good!
With a sudden lightness, Yuan Yaoren was handed over to Ying.
The unfamiliar embrace was cold and hard.
The Ninth Prince instructed, "Go early and return early."
Before Yuan Yao could even greet the Ninth Prince, she felt dizzy.
All I could hear was the whistling of the wind.
Right now, there's the palace, and then the palace walls.
At this time, there was still half an hour until midnight.
The sky was clear and bright, with a full moon hanging in the sky, its cold white light casting an eerie glow over the silent palace.
Yuan Yao shivered.
The person holding her slowed down a bit.
"Are you cold?" a deep voice came from above.
Yuan Yao's mind was a bit foggy, and she reacted slowly, belatedly asking, "Shadow?"
Ying was silent for a moment, then asked, "Is the princess cold?"
Yuan Yao thought for a moment and replied, "It's not cold..."
Then came a long silence.
Using her light-footed skills, Ying carried Yuan Yao through the air above the palace, and soon they arrived at Chaoyun Palace.
In the Pillow Star Palace, the candlelight was slightly cool.
Yuan Yao said, "Put me down first."
Yun Chan was writing when the candlelight on her desk flickered, and a tiny, dark figure appeared before her.
"Yun Chan, I've come to pick you up!" Yuan Yao smiled brightly in the candlelight.
Yun Chan was slightly dazed before standing up: "Let's go."
"Wait a minute!" Yuan Yao called out to him.
Yun Chan lowered her head in confusion.
Yuan Yao reached into her bosom, pulled out a box, and opened it.
The box contained yellowish-brown watercolor paint.
A faint fragrance wafted over from above.
Yuan Yao smiled slyly: "Yun Chan, lower your head. I'll apply some powder for you before we leave the palace."
Yun Chan: "..."
After about half a cup of tea's time, Yuan Yao looked at Yun Chan, whose face had turned yellowish-brown, and smiled with her eyes crinkling: "Even if Yun Chan isn't fair-skinned, she's still beautiful!"
"Really?" Yun Chan asked, still somewhat doubtful.
Unfortunately, there's no mirror nearby...
Ying glanced at the sky: "Princess, it's time to go."
On the way out of the palace, Ying brought Yuan Yao and Yun Chan with her, while Po Yue led the way.
Meanwhile, Canfeng had already led people to Fengwu Palace to pick up Huairou and Huaiyao.
Si Shi Chun's study was pitch black.
As soon as Yuan Yao landed, two dark figures crept over: "Little Yao, Yun Chan."
"Xie Zhi? Lin Xuan?"
Yuan Yao straightened her clothes, glanced curiously at the study, and asked, "Why aren't there any candles?"
It was pitch black and kind of scary.
As she spoke, she went to find a candle.
"Don't order." A hand grabbed her small hand.
Yuan Yao turned around.
Yun Chan's voice came from above her head: "Don't light candles. If people see that there are still candles at this hour in Si Shi Chun, what will people say tomorrow?"
Yuan Yao's mouth was slightly open: "Ah...that makes sense."
Xie Zhi laughed from the side, "It was the right thing to call Yun Chan. Among our group, Yun Chan is the most thoughtful!"
Yun Chan said indifferently, "Thank you for the compliment, Your Highness."
Just then, there was a soft sound coming from the window.
A gust of wind carried a person to the window: "Princess, Master."
"Master??"
Xie Zhi and Lin Xuan spoke up together.
Both of them turned their gazes toward Yuan Yao's back.
The study was so dark that it was impossible to see anyone clearly. Only a tall, dark figure could be seen standing three steps away from Yuan Yao.
This person is actually the master of the secret guard?
As the two were still in surprise, Huaiyao walked over carrying a whip: "Yuan Yao, where are you?"
They had just come in and hadn't adjusted to the light in the room yet, so they couldn't see anyone at all!
Huairou followed behind, saying helplessly, "Huaiyao, slow down, don't trip and fall..."
If it gets bumped or bruised, wouldn't it be exposed tomorrow?
Although she couldn't see clearly, Yuan Yao could still sense Huai Yao's excitement.
She raised her little hand and waved: "Huaiyao, over here."
Huaiyao groped her way over in the dark and said in surprise, "I didn't expect that the Ninth Prince would actually allow you to come out?"
"That's right!" Yuan Yao raised an eyebrow smugly. "I even took a nap. Father woke me up!"
Huaiyao: "..."
That's too much.
Poor her, she was so excited she didn't sleep all night.
Huairou carefully walked over, and only after everyone was there did she ask, "Yao'er, did you bring the powder you brought?"
"Take it!"
Yuan Yao took out a small porcelain bottle from her bosom and handed it to Huai Rou: "This powder isn't black enough, but at least it won't make you look so white."
Remember to apply it to your neck too!
"good."
Huairou took the small porcelain bottle and opened it.
Huaiyao also came over: "Royal sister, put some on for me too."
Lin Xuan craned his neck from the side: "You guys take it easy with the application, leave some for me, I want some too..."
The study was suddenly bustling with activity.
After applying the powder and distributing the tools, Xie Zhicai said, "Yun Chan, take Xiao Yao'er to the Rongguo Duke's Mansion. The rest of you, come with me."
After Xie Zhi finished making the arrangements, Yuan Yao said, "Canfeng, take Shirupozhu and go to the Marquis of Changdu's residence together."
“Princess…” Canfeng said worriedly.
Ying spoke up at the right moment: "I'll listen to the princess."
Canfeng had no choice but to nod.
Yuan Yao glanced at the moonlight outside the window: "Let's go!"
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