Chapter 17: There are bad guys again!



The neatly dressed Consort Han left her palace.

She even walked with her head held high, as if showing off, wearing the gold hairpin bestowed upon her by the emperor.

Purple Bamboo Pavilion

"Your Majesty, Consort Jun has arrived."

Zisu arrived at her mistress's bedchamber after receiving the news from the palace servants.

"Just say that I went to Consort Li's place."

"yes"

Consort Wan touched the hair ornament on her head.

"Wait, just say that I've caught a cold recently and can't see her."

"It's Your Majesty."

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"In that case, my sister will have to come another day."

Consort Jian left with her maids.

"Your Majesty, this Consort Wan is truly ungrateful. Your Majesty came to visit her out of kindness, yet she actually refused to let you in."

Consort Jian listened to the palace maid beside her speaking and thought to herself, "Of course, Tang Shiya, the daughter of a third-rank censor, dares to turn me away."

Her father was a Donald dog. She wasn't a good person either.

This little palace maid really touched Wei Linglong's heart.

Wei Linglong noticed that the palace maid looked unfamiliar, so she asked her name.

"May I have your name?"

"This servant's name is Bai Cai. I was just transferred to serve Your Highness this morning."

"From now on, you will be by my side."

Thank you, Your Majesty.

This made Bai Cai extremely happy; she had long wanted to become a first-class palace maid.

Unexpectedly, after giving some silver, I received such a wonderful opportunity. I was just about to perform my rites...

Wei Linglong waved her hand, stopping Bai Cai from bowing.

"You don't need to thank me, just do your job well while I'm here."

"Your Majesty, rest assured, this servant will certainly carry out the tasks Your Majesty has entrusted to me."

"Your Highness, are we going back to Yunfeng Pavilion now?"

Wei Linglong ignored Bai Cai and started walking ahead on her own.

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When the little dumpling woke up from his afternoon nap, the first thing he saw when he opened his eyes was his father, and he was overjoyed.

She opened her little mouth and giggled.

Seeing that the little dumpling had woken up, Qin Jue picked out a dress in a color that had never been worn before from Xia Ju's tray.

He took the clothes and walked over to the little dumpling.

The little dumpling looked around and saw that someone had come over, as if to dress him, so he obediently sat down.

Enjoying the pampering of her father, she would lift whichever arm he asked her to lift, and stretch out whichever little foot he asked her to stretch out.

The way he sat there waiting to be served made him look just like a big shot.

Qin Ruoxi is probably the only one who dares to be served by the emperor, right? The key is, His Majesty isn't angry at all; in fact, he seems to enjoy it.

Looking at how neatly he had dressed the little one, Qin Jue couldn't help but praise himself for dressing the little rascal so well.

The little girl, dressed in a hibiscus purple outfit, looked like a blooming flower, her fair and delicate face accentuated by the purple dress.

The little dumpling in the purple dress looked like a little fairy, making her chubby face even more adorable.

The little dumpling, looking at the clothes it had never worn before, curiously kept lifting them up.

Qin Jue raised his hand and gently patted the little dumpling's hand.

The little dumpling angrily fought back.

"Hey, you little dumpling, how can you be so unreasonable? You'll catch a cold if you lift your clothes, so I just gently patted you, and you hit me back!"

The little dumpling puffed out its cheeks, and slapped itself again, this time hurting itself in the process.

"Wah wah—"

She burst into tears.

"Don't cry, Xi'er. Be good, little Xi'er. It's Father's fault. Father shouldn't have hit Xi'er. Father will let you hit her, okay?"

After comforting her for a while, the little one stopped crying.

The little dumpling, having stopped crying, prepared to slap Qin Jue's hand again.

Little Xi'er had her little hands raised, but probably afraid of getting hurt, she put them down again.

Instead, she reached out and took Qin Jue's hand, and Qin Jue moved in accordance with the little dumpling's movements.

The little dumpling saw Qin Jue's hand coming over, put it in its mouth, and started grinding its teeth, even biting it a few times.

But no matter how hard he bit, he couldn't find that his father, the emperor, didn't cry as loudly as he had imagined.

Blinking her eyes, she clearly showed her curiosity.

Qin Jue found the little dumpling's gaze amusing.

That's really stupid. If they go out and say he's my son, I'll feel ashamed.

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Upon arriving at Consort Duan's Yiqiu Palace, Bai Cai was sent to knock on the door.

"Little Linglong is here! Come in and sit down."

When Consort Duan heard that Wei Linglong had arrived, she rushed out to greet her.

"Sister Chunyi, you're making me feel so bad! How could you let your sister come to pick me up?"

Hong Chunyi took Wei Linglong's hand and walked inside.

"What are you saying? We were best friends before we even entered the palace."

"Why can't I come pick you up?"

"Bai Liu, serve tea."

Hong Chunyi pulled Wei Linglong to sit down on a stool and then had Bai Cai serve tea.

"I've been missing my little sister terribly. Why did it take her so long to come see me?"

"Your Highness, Consort Duan, you may not know this, but a few days ago my lady caught a cold. As soon as she recovered, she came here to see you, Your Highness."

"Bai Cai, who told you to speak up?"

Wei Linglong even glared at Bai Cai in a pretentious manner.

"Oh? Is that so? How is your cold, little sister?"

"Bai Liu, go to the storeroom and get that century-old ginseng. We'll take it back to Consort Yan later."

"Sister, there's no need for that. Please save the best of it for you."

When Wei Linglong heard Hong Chunyi call her Consort Gan, she was furious inside, but she still had to put on a smiling face.

"By the way, Sister Chunyi, what are you planning to give as a gift for the little princess's first birthday party?"

"What first birthday party?"

Judging from Hong Chunyi's expression, Wei Linglong knew that Hong Chunyi probably didn't know yet.

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