The stunning beauty of Qing Dynasty

"Your Majesty!" Cuiyue jumped and fell into the emperor's arms. The emperor caught her and picked her up.

Seeing the messy hair but not messy clothes, Fulin wanted to teach her a lesson, but he swallowed his anger at the dependent and delighted look in her eyes. Although there was no big punishment, there must be a small punishment. Thinking of this, he looked at Cuiyue seriously: "Why didn't you bring the servants? What if you encounter danger?"

Cuiyue was in the wrong and knew that she had made a big mistake this time. She did not dare to refute the emperor, and she looked much sullener.

Fulin was used to seeing his little daughter's proud and happy look. This was the first time he saw her so dejected. He softened his heart and slowed down his tone, "Don't do this again in the future."

"Yes, Father Emperor, Cuiyue understands." Cuiyue looked up and smiled sweetly. Knowing that Father Emperor would not pursue her matter anymore, she said obediently.

At this time, Concubine Yang, who had been notified, also hurried here. Concubine Yang had a pretty face, and her appearance was not superior, but her temperament was gentle and pleasant. At this moment, the usually indifferent Concubine Yang had tears in her eyes, and she looked somewhat pitiful.

"Yue'er!"

"Mother!" Seeing that it was her mother who came and was crying, Cuiyue couldn't help but want to escape from the emperor's clutches and run to her biological mother.

Looking at the deep affection between mother and daughter, although Fulin did not like women like Concubine Yang, he also understood her anxiety. He handed the restless little girl in his arms to Yang, said a few simple words to Concubine Yang, and then left.

When Concubine Yang brought her daughter back to the palace, it was already dusk. The sun had already set behind the mountain and the sky was gradually getting darker.

After returning to the palace, Concubine Yang looked angrily at her daughter who was standing obediently in front of her.

"Cui Yue, mother knows that you like to play, but how can you leave the servants behind and stay alone? What if...something unexpected happens, what will mother do?" As she spoke, tears welled up on Concubine Yang's face.

Seeing that her mother was about to cry again, Cuiyue hurried forward to wipe her tears.

After all, she was only four years old. No matter how mature she was, she was frightened by her mother's tears. She sobbed and hugged Concubine Yang and said, "Don't cry, mother. Cuiyue will never run away alone again. Cuiyue will be obedient..."

"Wow... Cuiyue."

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Looking at the mother and son crying bitterly, the maids were busy comforting the two masters without saying a word. If the masters hurt their eyes from crying, it would be a great suffering.

The maids finally managed to persuade the mother and son.

Concubine Yang also began to ask about where her daughter disappeared.

"Yue'er, where on earth did you go?"

Talking about the secret base she had discovered, the little girl's red eyes couldn't help but light up. She pretended to be mysterious and whispered, "Mother, Yue'er will tell you a secret. Don't tell anyone else."

Yang Fei raised her eyebrows and asked curiously, "Oh, what secret?"

"Mother, please come closer. I will only tell you."

So mysterious? Seeing her daughter's face full of excitement, Concubine Yang was really curious. She knew her daughter was a little bit spoiled and had a strong possessiveness for the treasures she liked. This could be seen from the fact that she had to keep all the gifts she received when she was a child. Concubine Yang was afraid that her daughter would suffer because of this and wanted to change her temper. As a result, several princesses in the palace passed away, leaving only her daughter, who seemed a little spoiled. The emperor and the queen mother also doted on her, so Concubine Yang indulged her daughter's habits.

Thinking of this, Concubine Yang cooperated and moved closer to her daughter's little head.

Cui Yue's soft body pressed against Yang Fei, and the heat of her voice in the air almost touched Yang Fei's ears, causing her to tremble: "Mother, I found a fairy."

Concubine Yang's curiosity almost reached its peak. After hearing her daughter's confident tone, it was as if a raging fire was extinguished by a basin of water.

Yang Fei: “…”

Cuiyue pouted: "Mother, don't you believe me?"

"Of course not, mother believes Cuiyue's words." It's her fault. She always likes to tell Yue'er fairy stories, which makes the child have too heavy a childish heart, Yang Fei thought to herself, looking at Cuiyue with absent-minded eyes.

Just as Concubine Yang knew her daughter's temper clearly, Cuiyue was also familiar with her mother's temper. She knew at a glance that her mother did not believe what she said. Thinking of this, the little girl couldn't help but pout her lips, as if there was a small oil bottle hanging on her.

Because her daughter's "wonderful idea" interrupted her, Concubine Yang no longer asked where her daughter had gone missing. The Emperor would find out the truth anyway, so she didn't need to pursue it.

Concubine Yang did not plead for the palace maids who were punished because of Cuiyue. It was their duty to take care of the princess, but they could lose a four-year-old girl. Concubine Yang could not help being angry and let them receive the punishment from the emperor.

When Cuiyue asked, Concubine Yang found an excuse to brush it off.

In the cold palace, several women gathered together.

He Zhulan looked at the woman in front of her who was just sewing a purse but was so stunningly beautiful. She thought, "It's true that the emperor is not anxious, but the eunuchs are." She was so anxious that her face turned red, but this woman was still sewing the purse so leisurely.

She said anxiously: "It's already this late, and you're still sewing your purse. If the little princess is sent to the cold palace and is blamed by the current emperor, what will you do?"

Looking at He Zhulan, whose face was red with anxiety, Qing Yin smiled, raised her head, and said, "The little princess sneaked in by accident, and we didn't kidnap her. The emperor is a rational man, and he will never blame us. Besides, in fact, we can even be considered to have made a contribution in this matter."

He Zhulan was sad. Facing Qingyin's teasing eyes, her face turned red. This was because the current emperor was the ninth prince before whom she, a concubine, could not get in touch with. In addition, because of Qingyin, the emperor threw such a stunning beauty into the cold palace. Isn't it the same as being blind and mentally retarded for her to only think about the emperor in her mind?

So she always thought that the blind emperor would blame Wanwan for this matter.

"Don't worry, Sister Alan. I know what I'm doing." Song An looked at He Zhulan, whose face was flushed, and said comfortingly.

"Humph, you two sisters are the only ones who know your limits, and I'm the only one worrying about nothing!"

"Haha, look at Alan, he's even redder than the red fruit I have. I just wonder if it will taste sour."

Qingyin teased He Zhulan, who was blushing with anger, and handed her the purse she had made, winking playfully, "Spring is here, and there are more insects. There are mosquito-repellent herbs in the purse, Alan, try it."

"Just try it." He Zhulan took Qingyin's purse unhappily.

Looking at He Zhulan's actions, several people looked at each other and burst out laughing.

He Zhulan, who lowered her head and put on her purse, couldn't help but curl up the corners of her mouth.

For a moment, this simple and warm palace was filled with laughter.