Chapter 10 The Emperor Arrives, Breaking the Pot
Zhao Yuanheng swallowed his words of refusal.
Well, it's not too late.
The little fellow had a guess in his mind. Could this woman be a lake banshee? She was the type with a very pure appearance and specialized in wreaking havoc on the mind?
Then he heard Ji Qingwu tilting his head and calling him gently.
"Young Master."
Zhao Yuanheng's little body trembled.
He glanced at her, withdrew his hand, turned his head away from her, and pretended to be calm.
"What is it?"
A gust of wind blew over just now, and Ji Qingwu felt a chill all over his body.
So she stopped teasing him. Now they were both soaking wet and the wind was starting to get cold. If they stayed any longer they would probably catch a cold.
Children who catch a cold may develop a high fever, which was extremely dangerous in ancient times.
This place is closest to the Empress Dowager's Cining Palace.
Ji Qingwu opened his arms and stretched his hand in front of the little guy: "Young Master, let's borrow a place to change clothes."
Zhao Yuanheng raised his head and refused decisively: "I have legs and can walk. I don't like to be touched by others."
Ji Qingwu looked at his short legs and said with a smile, "It's just that I'm so cold, I want to go to the house and change clothes to warm up."
After saying this, regardless of his wishes, he directly picked him up in his arms and protected him tightly.
Zhao Yuanheng struggled and twisted a few times, but the woman's arm did not move at all.
Looking at the delicate girl, how come she is stronger than the nanny who serves him?
The little guy was heavy, and much heavier than Jiujiu in his arms, but Ji Qingwu still felt relaxed holding him.
She even shook herself and snorted, "Am I someone else? You fell into the water, and I saved you at the risk of my own life. According to the picture book, you should call me a benefactor. No, lady, if you were not too young..."
Zhao Yuanheng automatically added the following words, and a blush appeared on her little face as white as jade.
Ji Qingwu didn't know what was wrong with him today, but seeing the little guy acting so serious like a little adult, he wanted to tease him a few words.
Zhao Yuanheng secretly raised his solemn little face from her arms, although the woman's arms were as wet as his.
But it smells so good and is so soft.
Ji Qingwu was shivering from the cold, but the little guy in her arms was like a small stove, and her chest felt warm.
The tip of his nose moved, sniffing her scent, looking at her pointed chin, and staring at her ears and face curiously.
Ji Qingwu had just walked to the gate of Cining Palace when he ran into Shixi who had come back to report.
Shixi exclaimed: "Little Prince Yuan Heng!"
After a closer look, he was shocked and asked, "Why are you together? Why are your clothes soaked?"
She had just gone to Guanju Palace, and Bi Tao, the head maid of Concubine Wei, said that the young prince was still studying at the Imperial Academy and had not yet finished school. As a result, she ran into the young prince just as she arrived at the palace gate.
Hearing Aunt Shixi call him "Your Highness", Ji Qingwu lowered his head stiffly.
This child is really not an ordinary person.
This young prince is not only a prince, but also the only son of the new emperor of Beili.
Although Zhao Yuanheng was nestled in her arms, he was still very imposing and reprimanded the frightened Shixi in a very serious manner.
"What are you yelling about!"
Shixi could only bow his head and apologize, and then took the little prince and Ji Qingwu to the west wing hall of the Cining Palace to change clothes.
Six palace maids came in to help Young Prince Yuan Heng change his clothes.
Ji Qingwu took the set of clothes that Shixi handed to her, as well as the cotton cloth to dry her body and hair, and went behind the golden nanmu screen of the Eight Treasures Poetry Screen to change her clothes.
As soon as she took off her outer robe, she heard the palace maids greeting her outside.
"Her Majesty the Queen Mother."
When the Empress Dowager received the news from Shixi, she hurried over from the main hall with Madam Ji. When Prince Yong saw them, he also came over.
Her steps were hurried and she called out anxiously.
"Yuan Heng, let the Empress Dowager check on you. Are you hurt anywhere?"
Yuan Heng had already changed into his inner clothes with the help of the palace servants and was tying the belt of his outer robe.
In fact, when they first learned the news that the little prince had fallen into the water, the empress dowager and Old Madam Ji smiled at each other. Their joy was greater than their worry. What they said was true.
She was just worrying about having no reason to take the little prince away from Concubine Wei and bring him up in the Cining Palace, but now the opportunity was presented to her.
The Queen Mother called out lovingly, "Grandmother's little darling grandson, please take a look."
Yuan Heng frowned, and when he saw the Queen Mother's hand approaching, he nimbly moved aside, looked at her with calm black eyes, and saluted.
"Grandmother."
The action was polite and courteous, but there was no emotion behind it.
The Queen Mother's hand stopped awkwardly in mid-air.
It was just her fault that she usually paid too little attention to this little grandson, and now it seemed like she was going a little too far.
Ji Qingwu was not sure who came in from outside. After all, she was only wearing a wet inner garment. The white fabric became transparent after getting wet, tightly wrapping around her curvy waist. She did not dare to make any big movements, as she did not want her disheveled appearance to attract the attention of outsiders.
She just hoped that the Queen Mother would bring the little prince to the main hall as soon as possible.
The screen is curved and two meters high. Unless someone sitting in the main seat tilts their head to look over, they cannot see anyone behind the screen.
But Prince Yong had a sharp nose and smelled a fragrance that was neither flower nor fruit.
This alluring fragrance was just smelled on a certain beauty in the palace.
He raised his eyebrows and said, "What's that smell in the hall? Open the window and get some fresh air."
The palace maid beside her responded in a low voice and was about to walk to the window, but Prince Yong moved and strode towards the screen.
When Ji Qingwu heard Prince Yong's voice, she grabbed her outer robe and quickly put it on.
If she was only wearing a wet inner garment and was seen by a man outside, it would be no different from being seen naked. If Prince Yong really saw her like this, he would really have to marry her to him as a concubine.
Shixi also thought of this and was about to say something.
The loud voice of Li Yuzong, the chief steward of the Ministry of Internal Affairs, came from outside.
"The Emperor has arrived!"
Ji Qingwu took a breath and thought it would be better not to change the clothes. Now that half of them were taken off, it was difficult to back down.
She hurried to put on her outer robe, but her inner garment was still soaked and difficult to wear.
Prince Yong stopped walking, narrowed his eyes, and turned to the door to welcome the emperor.
The sound of people kneeling down and greeting each other could be heard one after another.
"Your servant greets His Majesty."
The servants and eunuchs in the Cining Palace were kneeling on the ground.
A tall and majestic figure in bright yellow was getting closer and closer, walking calmly, with a dignified look, and the aura he exuded was chilling.
"Your Highness."
Prince Yong and Old Lady Ji also bowed and greeted.
In the west hall, everyone knelt down at once.
Yuan Heng had already changed his clothes, but his hair crown was not tied yet. He lifted his robe and knelt on one knee, saying in a respectful tone: "Your son pays homage to the emperor!"
Despite his young age, he is very disciplined in everything he does.
Only a deep male voice was heard.
"Get up."
The sound stimulated Ji Qingwu's eardrums, like the clanging of an immortal sword coming from an ethereal valley, cold and sharp.
Her hands, which were trying to put on her outer robe, stopped and tightly grasped the belt.
After hesitating for a while, I realized I had missed the best opportunity and could only hide quietly behind the screen.
Does she kneel or not?
It’s better not to kneel. No one outside can see it anyway.
Ji Qingwu decided to throw the jar into the ground.
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