The inner voice was overheard, and the whole court was eating melons together

Wang Quan pinched the red envelope. It was so thin, but he knew it contained banknotes. His smile became more sincere.

Minister Song asked cautiously and tentatively:

"Eunuch Wang, what does the emperor mean by this?

Our Yaoyao is only 12 years old. She follows the emperor every day and records his words and deeds. This..."

Wang Quan smiled and said:

"Master Song, you are worrying too much. The emperor asked me to tell you something. Master Song is only responsible for recording the emperor's words and deeds during court sessions and the discussions he had with the ministers. You don't need to worry about the records of other times."

"That's fine, that's fine."

Minister Song wiped the non-existent cold sweat from his forehead.

After Eunuch Wang left, Song Yaoyao had a bitter face:

"Dad, please talk to the emperor. I don't want to go to court.

Besides, the female officials in the palace all stay in the harem and are at the disposal of the Empress. There is no other woman in the court except me, so I don’t want to go.”

Minister Song sighed:

"Yaoyao, there is no way the Emperor will take back his order!

Just follow your father to court obediently. You are only responsible for recording the emperor's words and deeds during court sessions, and his speeches when discussing state affairs with ministers in the court.

The job is relatively easy.”

"Dad, this is not a question of whether the job is easy or not, I'm only 12 years old and I really don't want to go to work!

Dad, I beg you, please go talk to the emperor and ask him to revoke his decision, okay?

What does the emperor like about me? Can't I change it?"

"The imperial decree has been issued, and you have no right to disagree!"

Minister Song felt a headache when he saw his unreliable little daughter. He just threw his sleeves and left.

Dad is gone, but mom is still here, right?

Song Yaoyao seemed to have no bones, hanging on Madam Song.

Mrs. Song poked Song Yaoyao's forehead with her finger and said:

"How old are you? You can't sit properly or stand properly. Can you stand properly?"

"Can't? I just like leaning on mom.

Mother, can you ask Dad to talk to the Emperor..."

Before Song Yaoyao finished speaking, she was interrupted by Madam Song:

"No, once the imperial decree is issued, even if the king of heaven comes, you have to go to court.

Okay, mom will ask the kitchen to make you your favorite braised pork tonight, is that ok?"

"Mom, I still want to eat squirrel mandarin fish!"

"Okay, I'll do it for you tonight!"

"Okay."

Song Yaoyao also knew that the imperial edict had been issued, and no matter how reluctant she was, she had to go to court obediently!

She is only 12 years old. How can she have to live the life of a worker without knowing it?

Yaoyao is so depressed! Yaoyao is so sad! What should I do?

Serve it cold! Serve it dry! You name it!

In the evening, Song Yaoyao got to eat her favorite braised pork and squirrel fish as she wished!

After dinner, Song Yaoyao went straight back to her room, walked to the bed, took off her shoes, and lay down on the bed. She took out a book from under the pillow. On the cover of the book, there was a line of words written: "A Few Things That Must Be Talked About Between the Elegant Scholar and the Pretty Young Widow".

Gua Gua looked at the book that the host took out, and his eyes twitched involuntarily, but he still asked curiously:

[Host, did you ask the shopping woman to buy this book from outside? ]

[Yes, Gua Gua, let me tell you, this pretty widow is very fierce. She directly pushed the handsome young scholar next door against the wall. When she teased the scholar so much that his heart was fluttering, she pulled away.

Damn girl, why did you leave?

I took off my pants, that's it? 】

[Host, do you remember that you have to get up early at 5 a.m. tomorrow to attend court? ]

[I know. Don't rush me. I'll watch it for a while.]

Guagua stopped talking, and Song Yaoyao's voice was heard again in the room:

[This pretty widow is not good. It seems that she just likes to flirt and doesn't dare to do anything practical. ]

【Hey, if you like me, come on! 】

[I feel anxious for the pretty widow when I see this! ]

……

Before she knew it, it was already very late and Song Yaoyao fell asleep without knowing when.

Song Yaoyao felt that she had just fallen asleep for a short time when Bitao was already calling her to get up in her ear.

Song Yaoyao turned over, with her back to Bi Tao, and said in a daze:

"Don't make any noise, let me sleep a little longer."

"Miss, you can't sleep any longer. Hurry up and get up. You still have to go to court with the master today!"

Song Yaoyao only felt the noise in her ears and buried her head in the quilt.

Bitao was still calling her, but Song Yaoyao just wanted to sleep.

At this moment, Minister Song's voice came from outside:

"Yao Yao."

Bi Tao hurried out, "Master."

"Is the lady awake?"

"No, I called for a long time, but the lady didn't get up."

Minister Song said to the two maids at the door:

"Go help Bi Tao and make sure to wake up the young lady."

"Yes."

Bitao and the other two walked into the room and forcibly pulled Song Yaoyao out of the quilt.

Song Yaoyao didn't even open her eyes. Two maids supported her and kept her sitting. Then Bitao began to help her dress, wash and dress up.

Song Yaoyao's official robe was delivered yesterday along with the imperial edict. It was a little big, so Madam Song had to ask someone to alter it overnight before she could wear it.

When Song Yaoyao went out, she was supported by Bitao and the maids, and her eyes were closed the whole time.

Minister Song looked at Song Yaoyao like this:

"Yaoyao, wake up!"

Song Yaoyao didn't even open her eyes:

"Dad, I'll take a nap for a while."

Minister Song looked at Song Yaoyao like this, shook his head helplessly, resigned himself to his fate, carried Song Yaoyao on his shoulders, turned around and left.

Song Yaoyao felt a sudden sense of weightlessness, woke up, saw that she was being carried by her father, and closed her eyes with peace of mind.

Song Yaoyao was carried to the front of the carriage and stuffed directly into it. Only then did Minister Song get on the carriage himself.

In the carriage, Song Yaoyao had found a comfortable position and fell asleep.

Song Yaoyao smacked her lips from time to time: "Delicious, really delicious."

Saliva flowed down the corners of her mouth. Song Yaoyao seemed to feel something, reached out and wiped the corners of her mouth with her sleeve, and continued to sleep.

This is simply unbearable to watch!

Minister Song resisted the urge to kick his little daughter out of the carriage and closed his eyes.

If he looked at it a few more times, he would definitely not be able to suppress his primordial power and would explode!

How could he have given birth to such an unreliable daughter?

He and his wife are a perfect match. Their two sons are outstanding men, and their eldest daughter is also a famous lady in the capital. Only the youngest daughter looks like a dandy!

She is already 12 years old and will be of marriageable age in a few years. Can she still get married in her current state?

I can’t think about it, it gives me a headache!

The carriage swayed forward, and Song Yaoyao slept even more deeply due to the swaying.

After driving for an unknown amount of time, the carriage finally stopped.