Light Dance Jiajing

Mei'er didn't like her mother's smug look, but she was indeed happy. Kangpin, her, and Zaihou, their fates were destined to be closely linked. They would prosper together and suffer together. Even if Kangpin didn't say it, she would protect Zaihou and even do her best to push him to the throne of the crown prince. But what about Zaiji? Thinking of Zaiji, Mei'er's heart trembled.

In a blink of an eye, Zaihou was two years old. Kangpin obviously spent more time on Zaihou than on Meng'er. Zaihou's eyes were very much like his emperor father, especially when he was silent, his narrow gaze made people feel oppressive. His other facial features were more like Kangpin's. Kangpin loved this child very much, and Meng'er also doted on Zaihou. Zaihou always liked to chase Meng'er like her little tail, but her emperor father didn't care much about Zaihou. After Meng'er's efforts, the emperor father still ignored Zaihou. Meng'er thought that maybe when Zaihou grew up a little more, he would learn to please his emperor father.

"Hou'er, we're going to see the emperor later, and you have to do this," Hu'er stretched out her arms, making a hugging gesture, and Zaihou followed her and stretched out his two chubby arms, "Well, that's it, you have to go in front of the emperor, and don't hide behind me like last time." Zaihou hung his head.

Kangpin smiled and picked up Zaihou, "Be good, Hou'er, don't be afraid. Your father likes you the most. You must listen to your sister." Zaihou shrank timidly in Kangpin's arms. Kangpin sighed. She wished that her son could be as sensible as Meng'er. She looked at Meng'er and sighed helplessly.

Outside the Qianqing Palace, Meng'er pulled Zaihou up the stairs with a smile, "Hello, Eunuch De, it's your turn to be on duty today."

When Xiao Dezi saw that it was Meng'er, she also bowed with a smile and said, "This servant greets the princess and the third prince."

"Hehe, is Father here?"

"The beautiful lady is waiting for you now. Princess, please wait. I will pass the message to you."

"Thank you, Eunuch De." Little Dezi was just a little eunuch on duty guarding the gate. There were many eunuchs serving the emperor, and it was not his turn to compete for favor. Perhaps in the palace, only Meng'er was so polite to him. The little eunuch was flattered and ran into the hall.

Meng'er led Zaihou and followed him in without waiting for the order. Meng'er looked up from a distance and called out in a baby voice, "Father."

Mei'er pulled Zaihou who had been shrinking back. The emperor's face was still as cold as an iceberg. Even if he smiled at her occasionally, it was only occasionally. Among the children, only Mei'er was immune to his cold face. Mei'er pouted her lips and said coquettishly, "Father hasn't visited Mei'er and my brother for a long time."

The emperor's expression softened a little. Concubine Yu, who was standing beside him, was pregnant with a five or six-month-old belly. She had just arrived and brought over some bird's nest that had been stewed for half a day. The emperor hadn't even had a sip when Meng'er and the others arrived. Concubine Yu couldn't continue to be so attentive, but now she looked at Meng'er and had to put on a loving and fond expression on her face. The emperor glanced at Concubine Yu and said, "You go down first." Concubine Yu hesitated for a moment, but finally bowed and retreated.

"Father, this is a kite that Hou'er and I made. I'm giving it to you." Meng'er pulled out a small kite with a small eagle on it from behind her. The emperor took it and said, "What's the use of giving it to me?"

Mei'er blinked her big eyes and said timidly, "Father, please take Mei'er and Hao'er to fly a kite!" Then Mei'er looked at her emperor father nervously. The emperor father seemed a little absent-minded. He was not in a very good spirits today. Maybe he was too tired recently. Mei'er didn't get a reply for a long time and lowered her head dejectedly.

"I'm a little tired, let's do it another day!" Mei'er raised her head excitedly and stretched out a little finger, "Father has agreed, pinky promise, father, please don't forget it." The emperor touched her little head, "I know, I won't forget it."

Mei'er happily pulled Zaihou out of the palace gate, "Hou'er, father has agreed to us." Mei'er picked up Zaihou and spun him around. Zaihou was too young and only understood that he could fly a kite. Mei'er was happy, so he also giggled.

"Where is my father? I want to see him." The familiar voice startled Mei'er. She turned around and saw it was Zai Ji. He was alone, without the eunuchs serving him. He was breathing heavily, and it was obvious that he had run a long way.

"The Emperor has just gone to bed, Your Highness, please go back." Xiao Dezi lowered his head and looked docile, but his tone was extremely impolite.

Zaiji became anxious when he heard this, and was about to rush in, but was stopped by several eunuchs. Tears fell from Zaiji's eyes, "My mother is dying, she...she...keeps calling for father." Zaiji was only five years old, but there was a maturity in his eyes that was different from other children of the same age.

Several young eunuchs looked at each other. Xiao Dezi weighed the pros and cons. Concubine Yan had been out of favor for five years. The emperor probably didn't want to pay attention to her. He sighed, "Your Majesty has been busy these days and has just rested. He ordered that we should not disturb you. I can't afford to go in now."

"Let me go." Zai Ji pulled and bit like crazy. Zai Hou shrank into Mei'er's arms in fear. Mei'er didn't know why her heart began to ache. Zai Ji's despair deeply hurt her.

"Let my brother go." Mei'er stood up, and the crazy Zai Ji calmed down temporarily. "Brother, wait a moment, I'll go see father." She seemed to have made a great decision.

Xiao Dezi kindly reminded Meng'er, "Princess, the emperor has ordered that you cannot see anyone, so you cannot go in now."

Meng'er was nervous, but she forced a smile to everyone, "My father loves me the most. He will never blame me even if he is angry."

After saying that, without waiting for everyone's reaction, she turned around and pushed the door and entered the emperor's bedroom. The bedroom was silent. Meng'er held her breath, feeling her heart about to jump out. She tiptoed into the inner hall. The emperor had indeed fallen asleep. It seemed that he was really tired. At this time, accompanied by a slight snoring, Meng'er's palms were sweating. In fact, she was very afraid of her emperor father. Meng'er had always understood that even if her emperor father loved her more than other children, he was still extremely ungrateful. He couldn't even be said to like her at all. It was just that she had always been more well-behaved and knew how to please. Meng'er's desperate and helpless expression of Zai Ji appeared in front of her eyes again. She had to risk it all and help Zai Ji.

"Father, Father..." Meng'er lay down beside the bed and called softly. Why didn't he wake up? She had no choice but to stretch out her little hand and gently push him. The moment the emperor opened his eyes, he sat up suddenly. Meng'er shuddered with fear. When he saw Meng'er clearly beside the bed, he let out a long breath, and his face immediately collapsed, "Who let you in?"

He had never spoken to Meng'er in such a tone before. Meng'er shrank and knelt down, "Father, please go see Concubine Yan. She...she is dying."

"Get out." Although Mei'er couldn't see the emperor's icy face, she could hear impatience in his voice.