Time travel is risky, and love requires caution

Ling Qiqi has completely set up camp in the Empress Dowager's De Shou Palace.

It’s so great to have a big shot protecting you.

Material things were secondary, since she was just a little kid now, and her needs were limited, just eating, drinking, defecating, urinating, and sleeping. But she felt comfortable psychologically, because at least compared to being in the cold palace, her future had more possibilities.

Apart from eating and sleeping every day, she would be taken to spend some time with the Empress Dowager to enjoy family happiness. She also tried her best to act cute and well-behaved to please the Empress Dowager.

Of course there wasn't much she could do, just smile and wink, and I kept going.

Ling Qiqi had never cried since she was left with the Grand Empress Dowager. First, she was afraid of disturbing the old lady's peace and being disliked by the Grand Empress Dowager, and second, she was afraid of ruining the auspicious and likable persona she had worked so hard to create.

The Grand Empress Dowager did like her more and more because of her quiet and cheerful personality. So she had to make persistent efforts to cultivate a deep palace friendship with the Grand Empress Dowager, so that the Grand Empress Dowager would not want to throw her back to the cold palace, a place like that where no one lives.

Although Ling Qiqi is currently unable to speak, lift or walk, she has a clear mind and insatiable desires.

She faces the same mental torture several times every day.

For a baby, the most satisfying and happiest thing is to breastfeed. But for Ling Qiqi, it is just the opposite.

In this era, there was neither milk powder nor milk bottles and pacifiers. So Ling Qiqi had to face real people feeding several times a day, but she really couldn't do it.

She also doesn't like the taste of human milk. It's much worse than the milk mixed with water sold in supermarkets and tastes fishy.

Every time she was fed, she would spit up the milk, which was a physiological and psychological reaction. But if she didn't drink, she wouldn't be given anything else to eat, so she couldn't starve.

Ling Qiqi was tormented between survival or destruction, drinking milk or going on a hunger strike. She almost counted every day, hoping to be weaned as soon as possible.

When Ling Qiqi was six months old, she finally grew her first baby tooth in this life, which made her very happy.

Finally I have enough money to eat something dry.

She always smiled at people with her only big tooth bared, fully demonstrating her eating ability.

Although I only gave her some rice porridge later, it was better than drinking breast milk all day long.

There is hope for weaning.

Ling Qiqi's daily life was arranged very regularly, so regularly that she thought she was repeating the same day. These monotonous days passed by quickly, and in the blink of an eye, Ling Qiqi was already three years old and could run around the yard, playing with cats and dogs.

It’s not that Ling Qiqi likes to be naughty.

First of all, she looked down on the toys given to her by the palace maids, thinking they were childish.

Secondly, the Empress Dowager also liked to see her playing with cats and dogs in the yard, looking full of energy.

So she just treated it as exercise.

Although she was able to express herself fluently, she seldom spoke in order to avoid accidentally saying something shocking.

Even when speaking, the words should be as simple as possible, and reduplication is always used to sound cute.

For example, eating, sleeping, and covering yourself with a blanket...

Sometimes, even Ling Qiqi herself felt that what she said was too stupid, so she just said less.

Over such a long period of time, although Ling Qiqi's range of movement was limited, she had heard all kinds of gossip inside and outside the palace. After careful analysis, she finally came to a conclusion that the dynasty she was currently in had nothing to do with the Chinese history she had learned in her nine-year compulsory education.

She had read a few short online novels about time travel when she was bored before, and she felt that there were generally only a few types of time travel.

According to time, it means traveling back to the past or to the future.

In terms of space, in addition to the three-dimensional real world, it can also be two-dimensional virtual games, animation or novels.

In Ling Qiqi's limited understanding of time travel, if it was to travel through time to a game, there should be a mission mechanism, but now, let alone a mission, there is not even a hint.

Therefore, Ling Qiqi felt that she was most likely transported to a fabricated ancient novel, and this novel was not very popular.

Because she hasn't seen it.

After figuring this out, Ling Qiqi couldn't help feeling a little discouraged, so when she had nothing to do, she would think about life. After all, she had too much free time.

After much thought, she faced only two options.

One way is to do things in a high-profile manner. Make full use of her precious knowledge in the previous life to ride the wind and waves and overcome all obstacles.

There are too many exciting dramas and stories on the Internet about newbies and weaklings who travel through time or are reborn to become Long Aotian, and then level up and fight monsters, turn over a new leaf, take revenge, and finally get married.

So Ling Qiqi knew very well that there was a shortcut in front of her.

With his modern and uninhibited soul, he can use a wide variety of scientific and cultural knowledge to beat his peers in this life and become a child prodigy praised by everyone. After that, if he occasionally transfers some poems, songs, inventions and creations, he will surely be able to lead the way and enjoy the pleasure of being sought after like a star.

But this kind of thing is fine just to think about it. Ling Qiqi is a little unsure about putting it into practice.

Although the shortcut is fast, it does not mean there are no thorns.

Although he stood high, he fell really hard.

What's more, she is now living in an era where men are superior to women, and it is definitely not a good thing for women to be too prominent.

Ling Qiqi has always been self-aware. She is lazy and afraid of death. Although she may not bully the weak, she is definitely afraid of the strong.

Besides, she is a pessimist. She thinks that life cannot always be smooth sailing. If something goes wrong one day, it could be fatal in this era of limited human rights and lack of women's rights.

Ling Qiqi didn't want to easily end this princess' life that she had obtained inexplicably.

So there is only one way left, which is to be a low-key person. Make full use of her more precious material wealth in this life, waste it, eat and wait for death.

In the harem, a place of life and death, where people fight overtly and covertly, and are full of intrigues and deceptions, being a "child prodigy" is just an empty title. Although everything is fleeting, gold, silver, jewelry, and delicacies are not brought with you when you are born and cannot be taken with you when you die, but precisely because they cannot be taken with you when you "die", she should make the most of her "this life" to make the temporary title of princess worthwhile, so that she will not regret it when she dies and goes back to her mother's body. The most painful thing in life is this - people die and the money is not spent.

Just do it.

Ever since Ling Qiqi made up her mind to follow the ten-point principle of "keeping a low profile to ensure safety, and enjoying wealth and honor" in her life, she has stayed at Deokshou Palace all day, being the darling of the Empress Dowager.

Whenever the emperor, empress or other people came to Deoksugung, she would act extremely shy, and after crying for a few times, the Empress Dowager would no longer ask her to come out to greet them.

She would pretend to be sick and miss all the activities in the harem.

Over time, people in the palace only knew that there was a shy and weak Seventh Princess, but they didn't even know what the Seventh Princess looked like.

In this small world of Deoksugung Palace, she asked her maids to dress her up beautifully every day, and she spent money crazily and retaliatorily in various ways, not seeking the best but the most expensive.

She also became more and more picky about food, only eating things that she had never seen in her previous life or that she had seen but was reluctant to eat, and finally she became fatter. But as the saying goes: People are afraid of being famous, but not afraid of being fat. If she gets fat, the worst thing she can do is chase cats, play with dogs, and run a few laps.

In the past, Ling Qiqi never considered herself a gold digger. Now, she thinks that the reason she doesn't worship money is because she has no money to spend. With money, she can never lose anything.

Just when the first bud appeared on the peach tree in Deokshou Palace, news came that Ling Qiqi's biological mother had passed away.

She was taken to the cold palace to mourn her mother.

This was the second time Ling Qiqi saw her biological mother in this life, but she never thought it would be the last time.

It was still the woman in my memory, only this time she was paler and colder, more concrete and real than last time.

Facing the death of a person, no one would remain calm. Ling Qiqi would naturally feel sad, but not too much, after all, she had no emotional foundation with the mother.

My mother's remains had obviously been carefully prepared, giving her the last dignity in her life.

She lay quietly in the coffin, her clothes spread out neatly, like a butterfly specimen frozen in a certain space.

Death could not untie her slightly furrowed brows, but the corners of her lips were paradoxically raised, as if she was relieved after just walking out of a nightmare.

She must also want to get out of this nightmare-like cold palace. Now no one can trap her in it anymore.

Ling Qiqi suddenly understood why some people said death was a relief. She used to think that it was just an excuse for the weak to escape fate.

Ling Qiqi was guided to pay her respects to her mother when suddenly someone whispered that the emperor had arrived.

No way, this is the cold palace!

It was somewhat abnormal that the emperor would come to the cold palace to mourn a demoted concubine.

There must be a demon in the abnormal situation.

Ling Qiqi saw the emperor rushing over, with a dignified face, although he looked neither sad nor happy on the surface. But she still keenly caught the two barely visible emotions of regret and hatred in his eyes.

Ling Qiqi wondered if she had seen it wrong. Why was she feeling regret and hatred?

The deeper the hatred, the deeper the love; the deeper the love, the deeper the blame.

Could it be that the emperor loved her mother deeply? Then why would he be so cruel as to let his lover suffer in the cold palace?

Ling Qiqi's gossipy heart was stirring, and there was a struggle between her conscience and her conscience in her little head.

A voice said: I’m so curious, I’m so curious…

Another voice said: It’s none of my business, it’s none of my business. . . . .