The fool has become a spirit, and she can speak

As soon as he entered the palace, Qiao Rong secretly grabbed Cheng Youning's sleeve. He lowered his voice anxiously, "Your Highness, the Emperor won't kill me, will he?"

Cheng Youning was also uneasy, but he was not as panicked as Qiao Rong. He endured the pressure and comforted Qiao Rong, "It's okay. You will soon put all the blame on me and say that I forced you to go to Bianjing with me. If you want to punish me, let me be the only one to punish you. If you want to spank me, let me be the only one to spank you."

Qiao Rong became even more uneasy after hearing this: "Your Highness, how can that be possible?"

"Why not? Anyway, I will definitely be beaten. I knew this day would come before I left. But this beating was not worth it. This prince was escorted back by the master without even seeing the shadow of Dalang. It's a pity. But there is no need to be afraid. It is clearly written in the "Prince's Instructions" that if the prince leaves the city without permission, he will only be beaten with fifty sticks and confined to his house for a month. This month, this prince will just treat it as a rest. I have also thought it through. Lying in bed is not bad. It is better than being comfortable with Song Ting."

Cheng Youning, who was righteous and awe-inspiring, said comforting words, but he was actually afraid of the fifty lashes. Thinking about how he had just been beaten with the stick last month and was going to be beaten again, he felt timid in his heart. It really hurt when the stick hit his buttocks. Thinking of this, Cheng Youning's buttocks were already hurting in advance. Under the heavy pressure, Cheng Youning walked unconsciously and looked a little lame.

Qiao Rong knew that Cheng Youning was protecting him, but could he do so this time? He said anxiously, "Your Highness, if I put all the blame on you, wouldn't that be..."

Qiao Rong was interrupted by Cheng Youning before he could finish his words. "Qiao Rong, you're good in every way, but you're too indecisive. Instead of both of us being punished at the same time, I'd rather suffer alone."

"But Your Highness..."

"Don't say but. Going out to play was originally my decision, so you, Qiao Rong, can't be punished. Just listen to my instructions. When you meet my grandfather later, just follow my instructions."

Qiao Rong suddenly burst into suppressed tears, "Your Highness, your legs are already lame before you even get beaten. If you get beaten with a stick, you'll be crippled."

Cheng Youning looked at his legs and asked, "Am I lame?"

"Lame."

Cheng Youning sighed, still speaking in a tough tone, "I'm not afraid of being spanked, but my butt is afraid of it." Cheng Youning raised his hand and patted his butt, "It has its own thoughts, too."

"Hahaha, if you're scared, just say so. Why bother saying all those empty, high-sounding words? Just limp in. Your little grandfather might let you go if he feels sorry for you." The speaker was the follower walking in front. He had already noticed the two children whispering to each other in the back.

Hearing this, Cheng Youning was overjoyed. He slapped his forehead excitedly and said excitedly, "Master, you have reminded me."

So Cheng Youning hurriedly pulled Qiao Rong over and said, "Stop crying and bend down quickly."

Qiao Rong sniffed and asked puzzledly, "What are you doing?"

"carried me."

"Carry you?"

Cheng Youning said confidently: "Yes, I want to do it in one go and make little grandfather completely soft-hearted and reluctant to hit me."

After thinking of the method of playing the victim, Cheng Youning, who was lost in pride and joy, lost the haze on his face. He was no longer worried, his legs were no longer lame, and he looked full of energy as if he had had good news.

As nimble as a swallow, Cheng Youning climbed onto Qiao Rong's back with one leg lifted, grinning triumphantly. He thought his cleverness could fool everyone, but in fact, the old butler who came to greet him had already seen his every move. However, the old butler still ran up to Cheng Youning with concern, surrounded him and began to ask about his well-being, "Hey, Your Highness, where are you hurt?"

Cheng Youning called out "Hi, Hi" twice, "Old housekeeper, don't worry, I just hurt my leg."

The old butler cooperated and looked at Cheng Youning's two strong legs, his face and eyes full of anxiety and worry, "Oh, how did your highness hurt your leg?"

Cheng Youning lied without hesitation: "I was in a hurry to come back to see my grandfather, and I accidentally fell off the horse."

"Oh, what should I do?"

The old housekeeper pretended to be at a loss while arranging for a doctor. Cheng Youning became anxious when he saw this. "Old housekeeper, why do you need a doctor? My leg can heal itself."

The old housekeeper pretended to be skeptical and asked, "Can it heal itself?"

"Yes! I know my body best. Call that person back quickly. Don't go get the imperial physician. Nothing is more important than seeing my little grandfather."

In the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, Cheng Youning was carried in front of Wan Lianxing by Qiao Rong. Before he got off Qiao Rong's back, Cheng Youning's mouth flattened, his eyelids turned red, and he started crying "Ahhh". His strength was still as strong as before. In just a moment, the whole Yangxin Palace was echoed with Cheng Youning's miserable cries, as if this person had suffered a great injustice.

Wan Lianxing had never expected Cheng Youning to come back and see him like this. He knew his injury was fake and his crying was just to avoid punishment, but this trick still worked in front of Wan Lianxing, an elder. Wan Lianxing threw all the scolding aside and turned to ask with concern: "Why is the prince crying so loudly?"

Cheng Youning burst into tears due to excessive expression of true feelings. He wanted to stop but couldn't. He sobbed for a long time before speaking, "Grandpa, I miss you."

Wan Lianxing frowned. Shouldn't the child have said his leg hurt? He hadn't seen him for a few days, and he'd learned to be insincere and play hard to get. Since he wouldn't say anything, Wan Lianxing had no choice but to ask, "Prince, what's wrong with your leg? Why do you need someone to carry you?"

Cheng Youning reached out and touched his right leg, then he started crying again, his voice full of tears and sobs as if he was disabled. "Grandpa, my grandson's leg... this leg... ahhhh..."

"What happened to your leg? Is it injured or disabled?"

"Grandpa...I'm not disabled. I was anxious to come back to see you and accidentally fell off my horse."

He had to include Wan Lianxing in every lie he made up. If Wan Lianxing didn't know the truth, he would have believed it.

The child had only been in the house for a moment when Wan Lianxing was shocked by his thunderous cry. He was completely defeated by Cheng Youning. Wan Lianxing waved at him, "Come here, let grandpa see you."

Cheng Youning slowly slid down from Qiao Rong's back and, supported by Qiao Rong, walked slowly towards Wan Lianxing. After taking just three or four steps, Qiao Rong noticed something was wrong. He quickly turned to Cheng Youning's right and whispered, "Your Highness, that's wrong. You just said you had a leg injury."