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

Yu Zhu gazed at Yang Guifei for a long time, then lowered her head as if resigned to her fate, offering her apologies to Yang Huibao.

"Greetings, Your Highness!!"

"Hahaha!! Imperial Concubine!!" Green Sleeves rushed forward excitedly to hug Yang Huizhang as soon as she saw her.

"What are you doing, Greensleeves?!"

"The Imperial Concubine is pregnant with the Emperor's child! Don't be so reckless!!" Upon seeing this, Yuzhu yanked Green Sleeve away from Yang Huizhang.

"Oh oh oh oh!"

"I forgot, hahaha!!" Green Sleeves scratched her head awkwardly and stood behind the Imperial Concubine.

"It doesn't matter!"

"By the way, did you bring the Ministry of Rites' roster?!" Yang Huizhang asked, touching his protruding belly and looking down.

"Your Highness, the roster!" Yu Zhu bowed and presented the roster, then stepped back to Yang Huizhang's side to support her.

"Good, I'm glad you brought it. Green Sleeves, Pearl, I'm a little tired. Help me back to the front hall to rest!"

Yang Huizhang did not take the roster, feeling that having it was enough to complete his task.

The attentive maid knew her beloved concubine's unassuming and indifferent nature, and that she did not wish to compete for favor.

Fortunately, with the imperial heir now in the palace, the Imperial Concubine's life has become much easier. Two maids helped her walk slowly towards the inner palace.

Prince's East Palace.

On the training ground of the Eastern Palace, Qing Tingyu, dressed in a tight-fitting outfit, wielded a cold sword and practiced martial arts with his personal guards.

Swish swish swish swish!!!

The fierce wind of the punches scraped through the air, and in no time, the guards were used as human punching bags by Qing Tingyu, and were kicked several meters away from the high platform of the training ground.

"Your Highness, take care of yourself!!" Mei Ziye draped a warm outer robe over the little tyrant, her face full of worry.

"It's alright, you've all been going easy on me, how could I possibly get hurt?!" Qing Tingyu took the outer robe, jumped off the fighting arena in the training ground, and said sarcastically to the guards behind him.

"Your Highness, please forgive me!!!"

"Your Highness, please forgive me!!!!"

The moment the little tyrant uttered his sarcastic tone, the guards who had just gotten up were so frightened that they knelt down again.

"Humph!!!"

"Your Highness, this is the roster sent by the Ministry of Rites!" Mei Zifeng, who had just returned from the Ministry of Rites, changed the subject and presented the roster to Qing Tingyu.

"Really? Let me see how many more corpses will be buried in this Qingting Imperial Palace?!"

Qing Tingyu slumped lazily against the large wooden chair brought by the guard, squinting her eyes as she impatiently flipped through the roster.

The slender, jade-like hands paused at the very end of the last page of the roster, their trembling slightly.

"Hahaha, Your Highness, it's Miss Fanfan!!"

"Great! Miss Fanfan has come to the capital too!" Mei Ziye naturally caught sight of the name on the Crown Prince's hand. When he saw the name clearly, he shouted excitedly.

"Ziye! Watch your step!!" Mei Zifeng coldly reminded his younger brother to be mindful of his status and not to overstep his bounds.

"It's alright! Ziye, go and find out who arranged this connection!"

"How could the Mo family, who have been stationed at the high tower in the northern desert for generations, be dragged into the struggle in the capital?!"

Qing Tingyu, with a cold and stern expression, closed the roster thoughtfully and then casually tossed it into the stove on the ground.

Seeing the Crown Prince's actions, Mei Ziye, who had been overjoyed, immediately fell silent and dared not say another word.

"Yes, Your Highness!! This humble servant will go and do it immediately!!" Mei Ziye bowed respectfully and left with his personal guards.

On the vast training ground, the fire in the furnace grew wildly with the strong wind, and flames continued to spread out.

Qing Tingyu turned his ring, his long, narrow phoenix eyes, set with red pupils, were dark and silent, making it impossible to discern his emotions.

"What about the lowly commoners?!" After a long while, the little tyrant opened his lips and asked Mei Zifeng behind him in a low voice.

Crackle! ...

The embers of the firewood in the stove crackled and popped, the sound clearly audible in the still of the night.

Mei Zifeng frowned and thought for a moment, then bowed to the Crown Prince and said, "It's alright, I've already instructed Miss Yulan to take good care of her!"

"Hmm!!" The prince gasped upon hearing this.

"Fanfan is coming to the capital. You all must take good care of him in secret and ensure his safety!!"

"Anyone who threatens Fanfan, kill!!!"

Qing Tingyu stood up with a flick of his sleeve, issuing orders with an overbearing and obstinate air.

"You must all protect Miss Fanfan!!"

The guards knelt down and declared their resolve to die for their cause.

The atmosphere here was very passionate and stirring, while the atmosphere here was very tragic and miserable.

Qianqianluo, who had just woken up, was weak all over and her face was eerily pale.

Upon realizing that she had unknowingly returned to the Dog Palace, Qianqianluo immediately lowered her head to check her body, fearing that her gender would be exposed and bring disaster upon the Qian clan.

"It's...it's alright!!"

"Fortunately, I have a special constitution, and these pseudo-male characteristics of mine will only disappear when I reach adulthood!"

Qianqian sighed and rubbed her forehead in exasperation.

She stared at her androgynous body, seemingly perfect but actually empty shell, and felt fortunate.

She glanced at her clothes again; her outer robe had been removed, leaving only her undergarments.

Curious, she pressed the sword wound on her right shoulder, and gasped in pain: "Ouch! That hurts!"

"Ouch! That really hurts!"

Ah Huang has been sent back to the golden cage and is shaking off his muscular body as he walks toward Qian Qianluo.

Qianqian looked at the fierce lion lying beside her, its big head propped up, rubbing against her and she felt inexplicably moved.

"Ah Huang, I'm alright!!"

"Hahaha~"

"You haven't seen me for so many days, don't you miss me?!"

"Once I'm healed, I'll sneak you out of the palace, okay?!" Qianqianlu forced a slightly pale but genuine smile and rested her head on Ah Huang's head.

"Waaaaah!!!" Ah Huang, lying on the ground, whimpered in agreement.

"Young Master Luo! Young Master Luo, are you resting?!" Upon hearing Miss Shu'er's voice, Qianqian Luo gestured for Ah Huang to stay put and then got up to leave the cage to greet Miss Shu'er.

"Wang! De! Fa! Ke!"

Qianqianlu pulled hard on the small gold lock and chain that secured the gold cage, her expression full of confusion and surprise!

"This, this is, is it to protect against Ah Huang??"

"Still, or are you trying to protect yourself from me?!" Qianqian scratched her head, looking completely puzzled!

"Young Master Luo, are you resting?!" Shu'er was still calling softly from outside the Dog Palace.

"No, Miss Shu'er, I haven't rested yet!!"

"That's wonderful, Young Master Luo! Shu'er is coming in!!"

Shu'er carried the congee and fruits and vegetables that she had specially ordered the kitchen to cook, and slowly approached as Qianqian Luo kicked the chains.

"Young Master Luo, these chains are made of ancient cold iron; you can't break them!"

"Please don't overexert yourself and hurt yourself. This is dinner prepared by the kitchen!"

"You've just woken up and are still weak. Let's have some nourishment first!"

After placing the dinner outside the golden cage, Miss Shu'er shyly muttered to herself and ran out of the dog palace.

Qianqianlu was just about to ask Miss Shuer some questions when she ran out of the Dog Palace.

She remarked that the little tyrant and his subordinates were all love-struck fools, truly proving the saying true!

"Playing pure love in a melting pot! Eight-pack abs digging for wild vegetables!"