"You lost."
Helian Nie calmly withdrew his sinister gaze, picked up the teacup on the jade table, gently lifted the lid, and took a small sip.
As the tea went down his throat, leaving a lingering fragrance, Helian Nie narrowed his peach blossom eyes slightly. This tea was brewed quite well today.
Wenren Yu looked up at the sky, which was a clear blue with no clouds. A gentle summer breeze blew, and the bronze bells on the eaves of the palace jingled in the wind.
He should have been in a good mood, but the Prime Minister, who had lost his 137th game of chess, was tired, both physically and mentally.
Wenren Yu was a man of great learning and talent, and handsome and dashing, but in front of the Emperor, he was nothing at all.
Tired,
I'm really tired.
Why was Wenren Yu born if Helian Nie was also born?
Good heavens, are you deliberately making things difficult for me, Wenren Yu?!
The eagle, which had been keeping watch a few steps away, couldn't help but feel a little sorry for the Prime Minister.
In truth, when the Emperor and the Prime Minister played chess, the Prime Minister always lost, and lost decisively. Yet, the Prime Minister refused to accept defeat and kept trying, losing time and time again.
Helian Nie ignored Wenren Yu's pretense, his handsome face cold and his voice sinister.
"How is the situation in Wenyi?"
Getting down to business, Wenren Yu quickly dropped his theatrical expression, picked up his tea, took a sip to moisten his throat, and then began to speak.
"There haven't been any unusual movements lately, but based on my understanding of that old scoundrel Wenyi, he's not making any big moves on the surface, but he's definitely up to something."
When the topic turned to that old scoundrel Wen Yi, Wenren Yu's handsome face, as if painted with ink, turned sour, and he even let out a cold snort.
To express his dissatisfaction with Wenyi, that old scoundrel Wenyi, all he knows is to act like a big shot because of his age.
Who does he look down on? He's always so arrogant and haughty. Every time I think of him, I want to curse him out.
Helian Nie frowned slightly, his narrow, peach-blossom eyes looking at Wenren Yu, his thin, crimson lips parting slightly.
That's all?
Wenren Yu choked for a moment, his handsome face, like a painted portrait, and his upturned phoenix eyes looked at Helian Nie, whose expression was not calm. His striking beauty mark under his eye suddenly seemed a little embarrassed at this moment.
"What else... should there be?"
Helian Nie: "..."
Changying's tense face was starting to crack. Why did he suddenly feel that the Prime Minister and the little princess looked somewhat alike?
The sycamore leaves rustled, and a faint sycamore fragrance wafted into Helian Nie's nose. He reached out and pressed his hand against his throbbing brow, and a sinister voice rang out.
"You can get out now."
Wenren Yu: "..."
The Prime Minister felt he was wronged; what had he done wrong? Waaah!
**
The night was quiet, with the sound of frogs croaking.
Inside Yongqing Palace, a few candles still lit the way. On a small round table in the sleeping quarters, two figures, one large and one small, sat under the warm yellow candlelight.
"Sister Yue'er, here, here, just one more stitch here and you're done!"
The little girl's chubby little hands were in one spot. Yue'er nodded and spoke softly to the little girl.
"Okay, little princess, be careful not to get hurt by this needle."
What Yue'er was holding was a small, light pink cloth bag, which the little girl would carry to the Imperial College tomorrow.
Originally, this little cloth bag only had a cluster of green lotus leaves and red lotus flowers embroidered on it. Mou Sisi felt it was too monotonous, so he pestered Yue'er to embroider something else on his little cloth bag.
"Alright, little princess, please see if this is acceptable. If not, I will revise it for you."
Yue'er finished the last stitch, tied the knot, looked at it, and then handed the embroidered little cloth bag to the little girl.
Helian Si took it and eagerly hung it on himself. After hanging it up, he looked at himself from left to right, his rosy little face showing satisfaction.
The little girl, so tiny, just twirled around in place with her little cloth bag, then looked at the moon with a beaming smile and asked a delighted question.
"Sister Yue'er, does Sisi look good in this bag?"
"It's beautiful." Yue'er covered her mouth and laughed.
There was no other reason than that the little princess had asked her to embroider three words on her little cloth bag: "Little Cutie"!
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