Baby, don't be afraid, I'll accompany you to the heavens and the seas!

Princess Zhi frowned, her small face covered in sweat, which soaked her face and formed a thick layer of mist.

Qianqian looked at Qingtingzhi, who had the mind of a child, and felt a mix of emotions. Perhaps, perhaps, this was a kind of luck amidst all the ups and downs.

She gently smoothed away Princess Zhi's furrowed brows with her hands, and then used her blood-free white robe to wipe away the thin mist covering Qing Tingzhi's face.

After the princess finally let out a soft sigh, her brows and eyes softening and calming down, Qianqianluo steadied her steps and slowly left Jinhuan Palace.

As always, the palace roads of the Eastern Palace at midnight were shrouded in an indelible darkness. The imperial guards on midnight duty hung long lanterns for lighting on the upturned eaves of the main palace gates.

The palace lanterns, adorned with feather bells, danced in the night breeze, their soft glow flickering against the darkness like the dim light of an aging firefly, its strength failing to match its own.

Qianqian lay on the glazed tiles of the East Palace, looking at the sea of ​​lights formed by countless swaying palace lanterns outside the palace gates. She felt that there was never a way home for a wanderer in this imperial palace.

She ignored the arrow wound on her right shoulder, letting it bleed, clot, and ache.

Qianqianluo wanted to back out, after all, she hadn't even entered the court yet, but had become a pawn or even a discarded piece in someone else's power struggle.

The system didn't tell her what would happen next in the novel's plot, so where did she get the courage to deal with the little tyrant?

This little tyrant is only eleven or twelve years old, yet his deep cunning, meticulous thinking, and ruthless heart make her feel inferior.

If the young tyrant is like this, how much better could the previous dynasty have been!

Qianqianluo felt a headache coming on when she thought about these things, so she simply stopped thinking about them, lay down on the glazed tiles of the East Palace wall, and closed her eyes to rest.

The little tyrant also lay on the fox fur chair in the East Palace Star Gazing Pavilion, staring at Qianqianluo, who still bore the arrow wound, all night without sleeping.

The next day! ! !

She rushed back to the Dog Palace at the hour of Mao (5-7 AM) to treat the injury on her shoulder before allowing the palace maids to come in and help her change clothes and wash up.

"Young Master Luo, these are new clothes, freshly tailored by the Imperial Textile Bureau from the brocade bestowed upon you by the Emperor!!!"

"Hahaha!! Young Master Luo, this crimson short-sleeved round-necked robe truly makes you even more handsome and noble!!" The palace maid Shu'er stood on tiptoe to smooth the wrinkles on Qianqian Luo's shoulders, full of praise.

"Hahaha, I'll straighten it myself! No need to trouble Miss Shu'er, how could your hands straighten the robes of a lowly commoner? It would be too much of an honor for you!!"

Qianqian paused, took a step back, and grabbed Shu'er's hand to prevent the female assassin from touching the wound on her right shoulder.

Shu'er, whose thin shirt was open at the chest, hurriedly pulled away from Luo Gongzi's hand, bowed with her hands at her sides, and left the Dog Palace in a panic.

"Oh dear!! Shu'er, why are you in such a panic?!" Yulan, who was waiting outside the palace gate, asked.

"Sister Yulan, look at the shyness on Shu'er's face. It's obvious she's fallen for this Young Master Luo!" Zhi'er, the palace maid whom the Emperor had just bestowed upon the Crown Prince, said sarcastically from the other side of the palace gate, not forgetting to throw the dirty clothes that Qianqian Luo had changed into to Shu'er.

"Zhi'er, don't do this!!" Jin'er, who was also a palace maid bestowed upon the Crown Prince by the Emperor, spoke softly and quickly stepped forward to pick up Young Master Luo's dirty clothes.

"Shu'er, are you alright?! Zhi'er was just saying it casually!!!" Jin'er took the dirty clothes and stepped forward to comfort her.

"Hmph! Jin'er, you dare to take the clothes of this lowly commoner from the Dog Palace? Aren't you afraid of getting your hands dirty?!"

"I see this young master Luo living with beasts day and night, and eating his meals on the ground. He's truly bizarre and despicable!"

Qianqianluo had just tied her long hair up high with a vermilion brocade ribbon and steadied the crimson headband that Shuer had put on her head. She had just stepped out of the palace gate when she heard these words.

"Greetings, Young Master Luo!!" Jin'er quickly pulled Zhi'er to kneel down and bowed to her.

"Greetings, Young Master Luo!!" On the other side, Yulan, along with Shu'er and her maid, also knelt down to pay their respects.

"It's alright, I've kept you ladies waiting. I'll take my leave now!"

"The palace steps are cold, please rise quickly!!!" Qianqianluo propped herself up and waited until all the palace maids had risen before she turned and went to Tingyu Palace.

"Hmph!! You lowly commoner!!" Zhi'er stood up angrily, flicked her sleeves, and made a show of leaving in a huff.

"Oh no!! Zhi'er!!!"

"Miss Yulan, I'm going to catch up with Zhi'er first!" Jin'er also jogged and caught up with Zhi'er, who was stomping her feet angrily.

After the two imperial maids left, Yulan immediately signaled her men to enter the Dog Palace to search for the cold arrow that the Crown Prince wanted.

"Shu'er, you've worked so hard!" Yulan comforted Shu'er beside her, patting her head.

“Sister, Young Master Luo avoided touching me. I wonder if he has an injury on his right shoulder?” Shu’er asked, looking up.

"It's alright, let's go to the kitchen and get some more food!"

"Yes!!!"

The palace maids held their breath and left the dog palace like corpses, heading towards the kitchen.

Tingyu Palace!!!

This time, the Crown Prince didn't let Qianqian fall into the fire, but instead made him finish the leftovers from his breakfast.

The prince's personal guards and imperial maids were also very puzzled when they heard his order.

Qianqianluo has a tall and slender figure. This morning, she changed into a vermilion brocade robe, and her long black hair, tied up high, swayed flamboyantly in the air, exuding youthful charm.

Looking at Qianqianluo in her new robe, Mei Ziye sighed inwardly, "Clothes make the man."

As soon as Qianqianluo stepped into the Tingyu Palace at the hour of Mao (5-7 AM), she instantly attracted the attention of countless people.

The little tyrant, slumped in his tiger-skin chair, placed the ancient book on the low couch beside him and asked casually, "Young Master Luo is quite the dashing one, dressed in a brocade robe. I almost thought he was a noble scion of some powerful family visiting my Tingyu Palace!"

Compared to Qianqianluo's youthful charm, Qingtingyu, dressed in a crimson python robe, appeared cold and alluring. The young prince's face still had some baby fat, and the childishness in his eyes had not yet faded.

"This lowly commoner is terrified!! It is all thanks to the Crown Prince's great favor that this lowly commoner has been able to wear new clothes and become a living person!"

After hearing the little tyrant's extremely sarcastic, cold, and murderous praise, Qianqianluo immediately kowtowed to express her gratitude.

The incense in the outer hall of Tingyu Palace had been burning for a while, its heavy smoke swaying through the golden silk gauze curtains in the inner hall, and constantly drifting and gathering around the Crown Prince through the dragon-patterned perforations woven into the curtains.

As Qianqian smelled the increasingly rich and intense fragrance, she felt as if she was about to collapse from its embrace.

The little tyrant lazily nibbled on the pastry offered to him by the imperial maid, tapped the back of his chair, and propped his head up while staring at Qianqianluo kneeling in front of him.

Qianqian, caught in the corner of her eye as she kowtowed and bent over, saw only the little tyrant's black boots, embroidered with dragon patterns and wrapped with gold and jade, trembling in front of her.

As the incense trembled, the scented oil that had sunk below was also shaken up to below her nose by the little tyrant's shaking feet.

"Ah!!! Ah! Achoo!! Achoo~≈~"