Shen Jinzhi went to pay her respects to the Queen Mother, leaving only two young masters in the palace. The palace maids could not rule over these young masters and could only follow them.
Yu Huan wanted to fly a kite, and Zhu Ping hurried to call the eunuch who usually led her to fly kites. Before the other two palace maids could react, Yu Huan had already picked up the kite with a pattern of hundreds of butterflies celebrating the spring, holding the spool with a gilded copper handle.
The kite's silk thread was extremely thin, and it shone dangerously in the skylight.
Yun Zhiyan subconsciously wanted to stop her and walked over and said, "Sister..."
"Who is your sister? You are not allowed to call me like that." Unexpectedly, Yu Huan's face changed immediately.
She remembered that in the script, when she was a child, she did not like the Seventh Prince who suddenly appeared in the palace. She was spoiled too much by Shen Jinzhi and did not take him seriously at all.
It was only after he became emperor that she changed her mind.
Even though Yun Zhiyan was calm and composed, he didn't expect her expression to change so suddenly, and her dark eyes turned cold.
He didn't expect that she was also such a person who had two faces in front of others and behind their backs.
He said nothing more, lowered his head and moved away. The softness that had just emerged in the depths of his eyes disappeared again.
He turned and went up the corridor, intending to return to his bedroom. Before he had taken a few steps, he suddenly heard the palace maids' screams behind him.
"Princess!"
"Go find the imperial physician!"
"Princess, does it hurt?"
The palace maids were terrified and gathered around her.
She held up her hand, which had a tiny bloody mark left by the silk thread, and tears fell from her eyes. The soft flesh on her crying face bulged.
Yun Zhiyan, who was about to leave, stopped again.
How can she cry so much?
Even the Eighth Prince, who was two years younger than her, would not cry as recklessly as she did.
Yun Zhiyan had mixed feelings, a little shocked by her, and a little disgusted.
He put aside his original worry that she was secretly trying to trip him up.
So stupid.
What can she accomplish?
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Yun Zhiyan has reached the age to study in Ruixue Pavilion. Before, no one took care of him, but since he moved to Zhaohui Palace, this matter has been put on the agenda.
Therefore, he spent the past two days studying in his dormitory and learning his lessons in advance.
Outside the carved window lattice, one could only hear Concubine Shen's voice, as soft as the spring breeze, coaxing the tearful little princess in her arms.
"Blow it and it won't hurt. Good boy, don't move around, or you'll get hit again..."
Yu Huan felt terribly hurt, her eyes blurred with tears, and her tears soaked the front of Chen Jinzhi's clothes.
"It still hurts..." She sobbed, her voice muffled.
It's really a bit pitiful.
Before Yun Zhiyan, he had never seen such a gentle girl.
Little sister.
He pondered these words. Although she was a bit bad, she might have really learned her lesson this time. She cried for such a long time and didn't stop. It sounded a bit pitiful.
He was just daydreaming when he heard Yu Huan complaining.
"My brother cut my hand..." Her eyelashes were wet from crying, her voice was choked, but she still didn't forget to play tricks.
Yun Zhiyan had a blank expression on his face, and he retracted the slight softness that had just emerged in his heart.
"It's him. How could he do such a bad thing? Auntie will teach him a lesson and ask him to apologize to Huanhuan, okay?" Shen Jinzhi coaxed her.
Yun Zhiyan's heart gradually grew cold.
"Okay." She agreed in a muffled voice, feeling very aggrieved.
Shen Jinzhi had already heard the whole story from Zhu Ping and knew that this matter had nothing to do with Yun Zhiyan from the beginning to the end, but the girl in his arms was crying so pitifully that he had to comfort her no matter what to prevent her from getting hurt from crying.
Zhu Rong led Yun Zhiyan out.
Yun Zhiyan glanced at Concubine Shen, feeling uneasy, then glanced at the culprit in her arms and gritted his teeth in hatred.
"Your Majesty, the Seventh Prince has arrived."
Chen Jinzhi's voice turned cold, and he scolded Yu Huan in front of him for a long time until he felt that Yu Huan was satisfied. Then he stopped and asked Yun Zhiyan to accept the punishment and stand for two hours.
The imperial concubine did not have the right to directly deal with the prince, but Yun Zhiyan was now just an insignificant prince in the deep palace. Even if he was beaten half to death, I am afraid no one would redress his grievances.
With a pale face, he walked to the eaves and planned to stand there, but was pushed away by Zhu Rong.
"Go back to the house." Zhu Rong whispered to him.
Yun Zhiyan blinked.
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"Where did he go?" Yu Huan turned his head, but didn't see Yun Zhiyan. He was worried that he would be lazy if he didn't watch him.
"I asked Zhu Rong to watch him and make him stand for two hours without a break. Is that okay?" Chen Jinzhi coaxed her while wiping the tears from her eyes with a handkerchief.
"Okay." She agreed and raised her hand to eat the yam cake.
The sounds outside came in.
Yun Zhiyan lowered his head to read, his face expressionless. Zhu Rong poured him a cup of tea while listening to the noise outside.
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