The tyrant is changing the plot madly because of the fake princess's voice

Jiang Yanchuan personally held the lamp and hurriedly walked on the road back to Xianyang Palace. Behind him followed Eunuch Changshun who was jogging all the way, and the secret guard who came ahead to report the news.

"Speak more carefully."

The secret guard made a bitter face: "Yes!"

"The young prince first followed the instructions of His Majesty and played with his toys in the Xianyang Palace. Halfway through the game, he suddenly drove us all out on the pretext that he had a mysterious gift for His Majesty and didn't want us to see it before you."

"About half an hour later, the young prince——"

The secret guard said in a hoarse voice: "He just hugged a small pillow and threatened to accompany His Majesty to handle official business..."

Tears of sadness gathered into a river in his heart, and the secret guard wanted to perform a macho cry show for Emperor Mingze on the spot.

He didn't dare to imitate what the little prince said at that time.

what--

"It's so late, don't the uncles have cute and well-behaved daughters waiting for them at home?"

what--

"Chengcheng wants to see which uncle won't let father accompany Chengcheng!"

what else--

"Chengcheng will take the little pillow to the imperial study room right now, and lie down on the couch as soon as you get there. Chengcheng, let's see who will stop your father from returning to the palace to rest!"

as well as--

[Chengcheng has already checked. There is nothing important happening in the court today. Uncles, there is no need to stay so late today! ]

In order to better protect the little prince, Emperor Mingze gave each of these secret guards a leisurely position of some importance.

On the day the door to the new world opened, people were specially sent to prevent them from making any noise.

——By sealing the acupuncture points all over the body.

The bizarre experience that day is still vivid in his mind when he recalls it today. It is unforgettable.

Jiang Yanchuan tightened his grip on the lantern a little more: "Faster."

The night is dark and windy.

The entire palace was shrouded in the dark moonlight. Even though all the palaces were lit, the view was not as unobstructed as in the daytime.

Jiang Yanchuan was afraid of missing the little guy in the dark, so he had to walk quickly, step by step, along the path the little guy often walked.

The palace is not completely peaceful. It is fine during the day, but at night, he always has to worry a little more.

Fortunately, not long after, a series of "thump thump" footsteps and the little guy's very familiar voice were heard from the corner ahead.

[It’s so dark…]

[Brother Tong, Brother Tong, why does Cheng Cheng feel like… there are suddenly a few more footsteps, wuwuwu——]

[The storybook Cheng Cheng had read before said that most palaces were haunted. Would our place also be haunted? ! ! ]

[Stop talking, Chengcheng—Ahhhhhhhhh!!]

Jiang Yanchuan's heart softened and he quickly quickened his pace.

Just as I was about to turn the corner, I bumped into the panic-stricken little dumpling.

A shrill scream immediately rang out in this small space.

“Ahhhhhhhhhh ghost—”

“You, don’t come over here, ahhhhhhh!!”

The gold satin pillow that the little guy specifically requested was waving around in the air. Jiang Yanchuan took a lot of effort to hold the struggling little guy in his arms.

"Chengcheng," Jiang Yanchuan took off the pillow that the little guy was holding with difficulty, and said softly, "It's father."

Jiang Yingcheng couldn't hear clearly, but fortunately 007 was there to help.

【Eh? ! 】

"Father?!"

The two voices overlapped, and the secret guard's expression obviously cracked for a moment.

Jiang Yanchuan hummed softly, handed the pillow to Eunuch Changshun, wrapped the jacket he brought around the little guy, and slowly walked towards the Xianyang Palace.

"Why are you out wearing so little?"

This is also one of the reasons why he was anxious.

When he met the little guy face to face just now, he saw the little guy's appearance clearly in a flash.

The little girl was wearing the coat that the palace servants had prepared for her to change into before going to bed, and a robe that the secret guards had hastily found for her outside. She was holding her little pillow tightly in her hand.

Her little face turned pale with fright from the ghost story, and her snow-white robe dragged long on the corridor. If someone looked at her at first glance, she would look like a ghost that only traveled in the middle of the night.

Jiang Yingcheng looked up nervously for a long time. After confirming that the father who was holding her was alive and breathing, her stiff body gradually relaxed.

She called out softly, "Father~"

"Are you done?!"

Jiang Yanchuan lowered his head and glanced at the little guy, but didn't say anything at first.

After receiving the message from the palace servant, the entire imperial study seemed to be shrouded in a tense atmosphere.

Everyone was afraid that the little one would hear what they were discussing, so they left in a hurry, leaving their things behind.

Jiang Yingcheng didn't care much when she didn't get a response. She grabbed her father's shoulders and happily leaned on him: "Father, father, mother said that Chengcheng can live in Xianyang Palace all the time recently. Is this true?!"

This time, Jiang Yanchuan hummed and said, "Of course it's true."

Although there were reasons for the child-swap, this was ultimately a crime of deceiving the emperor that was brought to light - at least, it was a crime of deceiving the emperor that was brought to light in front of many people, and the rules that should be followed in the palace still had to be observed.

However, because of the little girl, he would not punish her too harshly. He only said that she would be confined to the Xingshuang Palace with an undetermined return date.

Jiang Yingcheng had no idea of ​​the twists and turns involved. She was just happy that she could always stick to her handsome father.

She unconsciously shook her feet hanging in the arms of her handsome father twice, and said mysteriously: "Chengcheng has a father who is preparing a New Year's Day gift today~"

Jiang Yanchuan raised his eyebrows: "Oh?"

"Father, why don't you ask what Cheng Cheng is?"

Jiang Yanchuan cooperated: "What is it?"

Jiang Yingcheng laughed, "Chengcheng won't tell father!"

Jiang Yanchuan: "..."

He was indeed somewhat curious, but he didn't really need the little guy to answer -

[It’s a super big red envelope! ]

[Although it is still far from the mountains of gold and silver that Prince Xin prepared for his mother, this is all earned by Cheng Cheng himself! ]

Jiang Yanchuan suddenly remembered the little guy blocking the entrance of Yunxi Palace, asking various leaders for New Year's money, and he couldn't help but chuckle.

The little guy mumbled about the interesting things that happened today, and Jiang Yanchuan suddenly thought of what Pan Jifeng said, "the joy of family."

It feels magical.

He had many children, but the one who gave him this warm feeling was that one-in-a-million "fake princess".

Jiang Yanchuan suddenly asked, "Chengcheng, do you want to go out and play?"

The chattering suddenly stopped, Jiang Yingcheng looked up blankly, and repeated unconsciously: "Go out to play?"

"Ah."

"I promised you before," Jiang Yanchuan said, "How about going to Jiangnan?"

The climate there is just right, very suitable for traveling around early spring.

Jiang Yingcheng's almond-shaped eyes slowly opened wide, and all the tiny stars in the sky seemed to be gathered into the pair of dark pupils.

"Go!"

The voice, which had been a little sleepy, suddenly regained its vitality. Jiang Yanchuan pulled his lips slightly and revealed a faint smile.

It was late at night and the dew was heavy. It was not a good time to fall asleep. Fortunately, he had this secret weapon.

The moonlight stretched the shadows of several people very long.

Jiang Yanchuan walked back steadily, holding the little guy in his arms. Even when they had walked a long way away, the sound seemed to be still there.

"Father, Father, can we set off tomorrow?"

"Not tomorrow. There are many things in the palace that need to be arranged in advance."

"What about the day after tomorrow?"

"It depends on the progress of preparation."

"If the day after tomorrow doesn't work, the day after that will also be fine!"

"..."

"What about the day after tomorrow?"

"Father, why are you ignoring Cheng Cheng?"