The willow tree in the Imperial Garden stood vainly by the lake, admiring its beautiful head of hair.
Before the willow tree could even properly admire its beautiful tresses, someone tugged at it.
A gust of wind blew by, swaying the willow branches, as if soothing them.
Under the willow tree, a little figure dressed in pinkish-purple clothes is weaving a wreath from willow branches that have been pulled down.
"A pink flower, a blue flower, a pink flower, a blue flower, a..."
The little figure sitting on the ground used its nimble little hands to weave a beautiful wreath.
The tender green willow branches were covered with pink and blue flowers.
"Xia Ju, Xia Ju, do you think my piece is good or not?"
The little girl held up the woven flower wreath in her hand.
"Of course it's beautiful, since it was knitted by the little princess!"
"Really?"
"Of course, when have I ever lied to the little princess?"
"So good, so good!" (Yay!)
The little dumpling happily skipped and jumped under the willow tree.
"Xiaju, let's go give my dad a surprise!"
Before Xia Ju could react, the little dumpling ran off.
"Little princess, please wait for me!"
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"Brother, don't you want to see your sister?"
I miss my sister.
Eight-year-old Qin Jingtai still had chubby cheeks, his hand supporting his chin as he stared at the little rabbit on the table.
"Brother, do you think my sister will like the little rabbit very much? Will she be very happy?"
With a conflicted expression on his face, Qin Jingmu was also lost in memories when Qin Jingtai mentioned his younger sister, recalling how miserable those days had been.
"Atai, I also want to see my little sister, but for the past two years, Father has been strictly preventing us from going to the Hall of Mental Cultivation."
"Ever since we sneaked into the Hall of Mental Cultivation two years ago and were punished by having to copy the palace rules a hundred times, we've been copying those rules even on our birthdays. We couldn't even attend our little sister's first birthday banquet."
"The following year, our father sent us to the palace school, where we stayed all day long and never saw our little sister again."
"I finally got a day off, but the first time I sneaked out to the Hall of Mental Cultivation, I was spanked and thrown out by Commander Zou Heng, who served my father."
"On my second visit, I was poisoned with a hallucinogenic drug by my father's secret guards."
"The third time we sneaked away, Father Emperor ordered Commander Zou Heng to unleash the dogs to bite us."
"On the fourth visit, Father Emperor brought out his pet white tiger, which was bigger than any of us."
"The fifth time..."
In the end, Qin Jingmu didn't want to say any more.
"Brother, let's sneak off to see our little sister. She's all grown up now. I wonder if she's cuter now than when she was little?"
"But Atai..."
Qin Jingtai interrupted Qin Jingmu.
"It's okay, bro. At worst, we'll get chased by dogs or scared by tigers."
But nothing can stop me from wanting to see my sister.
Qin Jingtai spoke passionately, even standing up and slamming his fist on the table, declaring that he would never bow down to "the evil Qin Jue".
"Alright, Atai, let's observe the Hall of Mental Cultivation first, and then find an opportunity to create a chance encounter with my little sister."
The two men stood head to head, making plans.
What are those two doing?
Yang Jiaojiao stood under the eaves in the distance, watching the two men, their expressions shifting between worry and fervor.
"Your Majesty, it seems the two princes are plotting again to see the little princess."
"These two lads have forgotten all the trouble they suffered at His Majesty's hands over the years, yet they still dare to go. Aren't they afraid of being eaten by tigers?"
Yang Jiaojiao smiled helplessly upon hearing this, but she was also very proud.
"As expected of Yang Jiaojiao's son, he's not afraid of difficulties, hahahaha!"
Cuiyun didn't know whether to feel sorry for the two princes after all the reprimands they had received from His Majesty over the years, or to praise their commendable courage.
Similarly, Cuiyun herself was also unable to react to her mistress's thought process.
One second he was worried, the next he praised the two princes, and in his final summary, he was actually praising himself.
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The little dumpling arrived at the door of the Imperial Study, its tiny hands gripping the doorframe, peeking half its head inside.
Once she was sure her father hadn't seen her, she tiptoed, holding the flower wreath behind her back with both little hands.
Qin Jue had noticed the little dumpling as soon as it approached the door.
But the little guy didn't come in for a long time.
They were still standing furtively at the door, and now they were moving with the gait of a petty thief.
His curiosity was piqued, and he wanted to see what she was up to, so he pretended not to know she was there and continued to intently read the memorials.
Sanhezi also spotted the little princess and was about to tell Qin Jue that the little princess had arrived.
Then I saw the little princess cover her mouth with her chubby little hands.
He gestured to Sanhezi not to call him.
Sanhezi understood the little princess's hint and pretended not to see the little dumpling.
The little dumpling successfully reached her father's chair and tugged at his trouser leg.
"Daddy, don't look up, guess who I am?"
She covered her mouth with one hand and laughed as she spoke.
"Father, guess who it is? Father doesn't know either!"
"Father is really stupid; he can't even guess it, little Xi'er!"
He even made a funny face in response.
Qin Jue bent down, picked up the little dumpling, and placed it on his lap. Seeing something hidden behind the little dumpling, he asked it a question.
"Little Xi'er, what delicious treats have you hidden away? Would you like Daddy to try some?"
"No, Father will close his eyes."
Qin Jue closed his eyes as the little dumpling had instructed.
When the little dumpling saw that its father had closed his eyes, it waved a tiny hand in front of his father's eyes.
"Father, what number is this?"
A small hand was held up in front of Qin Jue's eyes.
"Daddy has closed his eyes, so he can't see. Little Xi'er, tell Daddy how many digits it is, okay?"
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