The Marquise: I Earn My Own Worship

The sky was as dark as ink, and with the help of sporadic lights between heaven and earth, it could be vaguely seen that the entire capital was covered with snow.

The cold wind was blowing gently, and Kang Ge'er was holding a small heater in his hands, but it still couldn't resist the cold that kept coming.

When he reached the door, Kang Ge'er saw two sedan chairs and his fourth uncle was talking to a servant beside them.

"Four Uncle"

When Duan Jing'an saw Duan Chengkang coming out, he urged him to get into the sedan chair.

There was a charcoal stove in the sedan chair, which made it warm inside. After a while, Duan Chengkang fell asleep while being rocked.

"Brother, wake up!"

Duan Chengkang woke up in a daze, still a little confused, and looked at the roof of the sedan in confusion.

When Xiaoqin came in to tidy up his clothes, the cool air she brought in made him feel a little more awake.

"Xiaoqin, are you there yet? Where's Fourth Uncle?"

"Si Ye saw that you were still asleep, so he went to court first. Eldest Master, please get up quickly. It's very cold out there. We'll be walking over soon, don't catch a cold."

Duan Chengkang was helped out of the sedan chair by Xiaoqin, and the sudden cold snow blew on his face.

Xiaoqin adjusted Duan Chengkang's hat and put on a fox fur cloak. Then a servant came up and carried Duan Chengkang on his back.

There was no way around it. There were rules in the palace. Even if the Left Prime Minister came, he still had to go in without the Emperor of Chu's order.

The snow on the ground was as high as a child's knee. If Duan Chengkang went down, his entire calf would sink.

"Xiaoqin, it's snowing really hard today."

Duan Chengkang's muffled voice sounded

"Young Master, please hold on a little longer. Maybe it will be better if you enter the inner palace."

Xiaoqin was wearing a hat and holding Duan Chengkang's back with one hand.

Duan Chengkang hugged the servant's neck and squinted his eyes to look ahead. There was only a straight road leading into the darkness.

As soon as he entered the Zhangchao Gate, he was immediately surrounded by palace maids.

"This servant pays respects to Young Master Duan."

Duan Jing'an looked at the group of people holding lanterns. He had seen the eunuch in the lead. He was from Empress Ning's palace.

"Eunuch Gao, it's you. Have you eaten?"

"Have you eaten?" is a classic question Duan Chengkang learned from his grandmother, and it has now become his catchphrase.

When Eunuch Gao heard the familiar question, he stepped forward with a smile and said:

"Thank you for your concern, Young Master Duan. I have already eaten breakfast. Has the young master had breakfast yet?"

"I had some snacks. I'll wait for your brother to eat some later."

"Okay, Her Majesty instructed the kitchen to prepare your favorite meal yesterday. My dear young master, please get into the sedan chair. Her Majesty specifically ordered me to wait here."

Duan Chengkang was carried into the sedan chair, while Eunuch Gao outside was still saying:

"Please don't blame me, young master. We palace servants are not allowed to leave this door. I'm sorry to trouble you to go through this door, but please don't get cold, otherwise I will be guilty of a serious crime."

"I don't blame you at all. Eunuch Gao is the kindest eunuch I have ever met."

"Hey, young master is always teasing me. I haven't seen you in the palace in recent days. The maids down there are missing you."

"Really? A few days ago..."

Duan Chengkang leaned against the windowsill, chatting idly, but he couldn't fall asleep at this time.

The only sounds on the entire palace road were the rustling of footsteps and the conversations of children and delicate voices.

Duan Chengkang was playing with the tassels in the sedan chair out of boredom, and couldn't help but think of the first time he entered the palace last year. It was his grandmother who held his hand and walked with him there.

At that time, the palace road seemed so long that his legs ached from walking, but he still hadn't reached the destination. Now, only a year later, he was being carried into the palace in a warm sedan chair.

Is this what the Master meant by bad luck, oh no, fate playing tricks on us?

Kang Ge'er's little head began to feel a little worried. He slightly lifted the curtain and looked outside. It was all white and there was no sound at all.

Cheng Xi: Bad luck?! I've learned so much from the book!

After a long time, they finally arrived. Duan Chengkang rushed out like a bird that had been released.

"Your brother!"

"Brother Kang!"

Chu Qinling ran out, followed by a group of palace maids.

"Sixth Prince, don't run. You can't go out. It's cold outside. Don't catch a cold."

Chu Qinling ignored him and ran straight to Duan Chengkang.

The two children hugged each other, shouting, laughing and twisting their bodies.

The palace maids standing by were all thinking: The Sixth Prince finally smiled. Only when he saw Young Master Duan would the Sixth Prince be so careless about his manners.

Zhilan was the last one to come out and urged the two children into the inner room.

As soon as he came in, the palace maid brought the clothes that had been fumigated long ago and changed Duan Chengkang's clothes.

Chu Qinling was half coaxed and half tricked by Zhiyu into drinking a bowl of ginger tea. Chu Qinling was a little impatient, but still drank it reluctantly.

"Your brother, your cold hasn't healed yet?"

Chu Qinling took a health-preserving pill and swallowed it with milk.

"I'm fine now. Mother has been keeping you very busy these past few days. If I hadn't begged Mother, I wouldn't have been able to see you today."

"It's fine if you're well. I brought you some good stuff. If you're not well, you can't play."

After Duan Chengkang finished packing, he ran to Chu Qinling and poured himself a cup of milk tea.

Looking at Duan Chengkang drinking like a cow, Chu Qinling felt a little depressed.

"You also said that you haven't been here for a while and I'm bored to death."

"Oh, that's not the case. A few days ago, my grandmother detained me and forced me to practice basic skills with Master Han Yang. It was only because of the heavy snow in the past few days that Master Han Yang's old injury relapsed or something, so he was released."

Seeing Chu Qinling looking unhappy, You quickly said, "I was just wondering when I would enter the palace, and you wrote me a letter. Isn't that a coincidence?"

Duan Chengkang laughed awkwardly, but Chu Qinling believed it a little.

"Really?"

"How could I lie to you? Listen to me, I brought you something good. I've been collecting it for a long time."

As he said that, Duan Chengkang was about to take Chu Qinling over to see him, and Zhiyu stepped forward.

"Sixth Prince, Young Master, would you like to have breakfast first? The Queen is waiting over there!"

"Oh, yes, I haven't paid my respects to Empress Ning yet. Let's go."

Duan Chengkang pulled Chu Qinling and ran to the side hall. The palace servants followed them as usual.

Concubine Ning, who was stirring the food herself, heard a hurried sound of footsteps running in.

"I pay my respects to Empress Ning!"

Concubine Ning turned around and saw that it was indeed the boy from the Duan family.

"What a rare guest! Young Master Duan, it's been a long time since we last met. You look even more handsome than ever."

Concubine Ning smiled and said this while holding her handkerchief, her tone very intimate.

We have to be intimate with each other. Duan Chengkang has a talkative little mouth and is quirky and lovable.

Song Shengfu would send in some food supplement recipes from time to time, which made Ling'er's body stronger and stronger.

Also, which woman doesn't love beauty?

Some beauty and skin care recipes were also sent in. Concubine Ning used them herself and the results were amazing.

"Y-really?"

Duan Chengkang touched his face shyly. He was praised by the beautiful lady. Wuhu! Today is another beautiful day!