graceful

I don't know how many wounds there are.

Fortunately, no bones were broken.

Tang Yu whispered, "Okay, stop talking. I can't help you find a doctor, but I have some medicines that I used before. I'll apply them to you. You don't have to work for the next few days. Take care of your injuries. The Crown Princess will probably not remember you."

Xiao Tao nodded with tears in her eyes, then limped away with Tang Yu's support.

Walking outside, there were several maids surrounding the tent.

Everyone looked anxious and wanted to look inside but didn't dare.

Everyone was terrified when they thought of the Crown Princess's usual appearance.

But I'm worried.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief when they saw Tang Yu helping Xiao Tao out.

They all came forward to express their condolences.

Tang Yu signaled for silence. Now that Ke Xin was dead, she was the only senior maid in the Crown Princess's palace.

Several maids covered their mouths and dared not speak, for fear of disturbing the cruel Crown Princess inside.

Seeing Xiaotao so miserable, everyone was indignant.

They were maids. They sold themselves to become maids because their families were poor.

But he is also a human being.

The Great Yan Dynasty was not so harsh on maids, and even concubines were not allowed to beat or scold maids at will.

Why doesn’t the Crown Princess treat them as human beings?

Especially, there is almost no good spot on Xiaotao's body.

Tang Yu ordered, "Alright, go get two people to clean up the room, so that the Crown Princess won't be unhappy tomorrow morning. Remember to be careful."

"I'm taking Xiao Tao to apply medicine. You guys stay here. I'll be back soon."

Several maids thanked him repeatedly.

Ever since the bully Ke Xin died, Tang Yu has been the head maid.

Their lives were much easier, especially the Crown Princess, who was cruel and treated human life as nothing.

They disliked the Crown Princess even more and wished someone could share her favor.

Privately, they also talked about how the Crown Prince had poor eyesight and liked the Crown Princess, a vicious woman with a hypocritical heart and a sweet mouth.

After everyone had left, several maids gathered together to discuss.

"In my opinion, it would be great if Sister Cui Liu could become the Crown Prince's concubine. If she could take us all over, we wouldn't have to worry about being beaten to death in the future."

"I think so too. To be honest, Sister Cui Liu just doesn't like to look up. In fact, she is much prettier than the Crown Princess. I don't know if His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is blind. Why can't he see Sister Cui Liu? Sigh."

"Yes, now my head is tied to my belt. Every day is so hard. I am afraid that if I make someone unhappy, I will be beaten to death."

"I don't know how the hunting will go tomorrow, sigh."

Several little maids were talking at once, worrying about their own fate.

I wish Tang Yu can reach the peak of his life and take them away from Tang Mingzhu, the cursed old witch.

Even worried about the hunting situation tomorrow, the little maid looked up at the moon.

My heart is full of expectations.

The next day.

The sky is cloudless, the air is clear, the breeze is just right, and the sun is not too hot.

The galloping horses neighed, the clatter of their hooves stirred up flying sand, creating a spectacular sight.

In his previous life, Tang Yu either stayed in the Prime Minister's Mansion, or never walked out of the square cage in the Prince's Mansion until his death.

Seeing this scene, her heart was filled with blood.

If I knew how to ride a horse, I would really like to whip the horse and feel the galloping spirit.

The emperor looked majestic and domineering in his black and gold robe with a five-clawed golden dragon, and majestic in his riding suit and armor. Even though he was over forty, he was still tall and handsome.

One can vaguely see some similarities between his face and Chu Xiaohe's.

Chu Xiaohe was wearing a black and gold four-clawed dragon robe, a prince's outfit, and armor on the outside. His long hair was tied up high, and the ends of his hair fluttered in the breeze.