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

"My son has finally figured it out! Tsk tsk tsk~~!"

The reigning emperor, Qing Tingmo, dressed in a purple casual robe, held up a fan and peered out from outside the golden cage, carefully observing the two people who were still entwined and sleeping together tenderly.

"This is terrible!! I previously thought Yu'er was cold-hearted and indifferent to matters of love and sex!!"

"So Yu'er's been holding back a lot of things; he's really into male-male relationships! Hehehe!! My son is so brave!!!"

Qing Tingmo, now devoid of any imperial demeanor, tucked his fan into his belt, then stepped forward and forcefully pried open a large space in the gilded cage with his bare hands before walking inside.

Emperor Qing Tingmo stealthily approached the two still embracing each other, gently squatted down, stroked his chin, and carefully examined them.

Qianqian's neck was itchy from Qing Tingyu's messy, frizzy hair. She yawned softly, rubbed her sore eyes, and then stretched lazily to her heart's content.

"Ah~ Ha~ Woo~ Ah~ Ha!!!"

After stretching to her heart's content, she shook her hair, which had been ruffled by the little tyrant, and reached out with a wistful and innocent expression to clear away the bangs that were blocking her view.

With her vision cleared, Qianqianluo suddenly saw an unidentified object in front of her lewdly scrutinizing her.

"Young Master Luo~ How are you? Is my son sleeping well?!" Qing Tingmo stood up and asked a question that was full of pressure.

At this moment, Yulan, a palace maid who serves the Crown Prince, along with other imperial maids such as Zhi'er, entered the Dog Palace carrying toiletries.

"I...I am the Emperor?!" Yulan's voice trembled as she saw Emperor Qing Tingmo sneak into the golden cage at some point.

"May my Emperor be well!!!"

"May Your Majesty be well!!!!!"

The deafening sound of kneeling and paying respects came, and Qianqianluo realized that she was not dreaming.

"Waaaaah...May Your Majesty be well!!!"

"This lowly commoner deserves to die! This lowly commoner has laid a hand on the Crown Prince!"

"This lowly person deserves to die! I beg, I beg Your Majesty to forgive this lowly person this time!" Qianqianlu knelt down in a sorry state, kowtowing and begging for forgiveness, deeply regretting her actions.

"Hmm... Hmph! You're a member of the Crown Prince's faction, I have no right to punish you. Let's wait until Yu'er wakes up before making a decision!"

Qing Tingmo picked up Qing Tingyu, who was still fast asleep, and swaggered out of the Dog Palace.

Qianqian stared at the Emperor's departing figure, silently contemplating her possible tragic fate of being beheaded at the Meridian Gate.

"Young Master Luo, Young Master Luo!!!" Miss Shu'er stepped forward and called out to her, trying to bring her back to her senses.

However, Qianqianluo was still immersed in the grief of being beheaded by the little tyrant at the Meridian Gate. Her mind was blank, and she had no idea that Miss Shuer was calling her.

"Hmph, Young Master Luo; you yourself are incredibly audacious, daring to sit on the same ground as the Crown Prince; now that our Emperor has come to question you, you feign sorrow; let alone the lowly commoners of this barbarian land, you are truly two-faced!"

The imperial maid, Zhi'er, held her head high with an air of arrogance. Her eyebrows, which slanted upwards towards her temples, made her appear exceptionally charming, and her head was adorned with pearls, jade, and velvet flowers, exuding an air of nobility.

Zhi'er slowly and impatiently moved to Qianqianluo's side, then, with her bound feet raised, she stomped directly on Qianqianluo's hand, which was hanging on the ground.

"Zhi'er, Zhi'er, what are you doing?!" Upon seeing this, another imperial maid, Jin'er, immediately knelt down and tried to pry Zhi'er's foot off Luo Gongzi's hand.

Yulan raised her eyes to warn the girl, Shu'er, who was about to make a move, and signaled her not to act rashly.

"Jin'er, as a royal maid personally bestowed upon the Crown Prince by the Emperor, how dare this lowly commoner insult the Crown Prince?!"

"I naturally have the right to punish him and make him realize his own status and position!"

"Isn't that right, Young Master Luo?!" Zhi'er breathed out her fragrant breath, so delicate and charming, but her three-inch golden lotus feet exerted even more force, pressing down hard on Qianqian Luo's hand.

"Yes, Miss Zhi'er is right!!" Qianqianluo's face was hidden in her disheveled hair, making her look extremely dejected and lifeless.

"Zhi'er! That's enough!!" Jin'er pulled hard, but Zhi'er still wouldn't let go.

After a few quarters of an hour, Zhi'er, with a disdainful look on her face, shook her head full of jade and left the Dog Palace with a flick of her sleeve.

After Miss Zhi'er left, Yulan and the other palace maids from the East Palace dared to step forward to check the situation.

"Young Master Luo, please don't take it to heart!" Jin'er knelt down, gently smoothing Qianqian Luo's disheveled hair, her tone full of concern and comfort.

"It's alright!" After a long silence, Qianqianluo slowly raised her eyes and smiled as she replied to the nervous imperial maid Jin'er, who was afraid that she might do something rash.

Jin'er was just putting the wooden hairpin in her hair when she heard Wen Chen's smiling reply. She couldn't help but take a closer look at Young Master Luo.

Although she and Miss Zhi'er had been serving at the East Palace for some time, the chances of seeing Young Master Luo's face were extremely rare, let alone seeing it clearly.

As Jin'er sighed inwardly, she looked up and a truly captivating face, like a lotus flower in full bloom, came into her view.

The young man's strong eyebrows slanted upwards towards his temples, revealing his dashing appearance. His fox-like eyes, full of affection and allure, were tinged with a hint of bittersweet red. His lips, though unopened, seemed to be a seductive whisper, as if he wanted to say something but couldn't.

"Jin'er, we'll help Young Master Luo change his clothes. You go and wait to the side!" Yulan and the remaining palace maids from the East Palace quickly helped Qianqian Luo up and pretended to help him take off his clothes and change his robes.

Qianqian stood up, and her sudden rise startled Jin'er, who was still in a daze. She quickly replied, "Okay!" and left the Dog Palace, waiting anxiously outside the palace gate.

"Waaaah! Young Master Luo, please bear with it, Shu'er will apply the medicine for you!!" Shu'er, holding the remaining ointment in the dog palace, tearfully applied the medicine to Qianqian Luo's bruised and festering hand.

"Alright, hahaha, it's just a minor injury, nothing to worry about!!"

"It's normal for a man like me to get a few scratches! But Yu'er, Shu'er, and the remaining palace maids of the Eastern Palace must take good care of themselves!"

She felt incredibly cool and, in a domineering CEO-like tone, ordered the palace maid who was changing her clothes to protect her.

"Thank you for your concern, Young Master Luo. By now, the Crown Prince should be awake by now. Young Master Luo, you should go and comfort him!" Yulan reminded Qianqian Luo, indicating that she should hurry up and apologize to the Crown Prince to reduce the punishment.

"Haha, Miss Yulan is so thoughtful!!"

"Alright! I'll take my leave now!!"

Qianqian, swaying her light green robe, left the Dog Palace while kneeling and paying her respects under the watchful eyes of the palace maids.

The outer hall of Tingyu Hall.

Emperor Qing Tingmo, unusually, stayed at the Eastern Palace, saying he wanted to have lunch with his son.

On the fragrant couch in the inner palace, Qing Tingmo looked at his son, who remained indifferent and expressionless, and couldn't help but ask:

"Yu'er~!! Hehehe! Um, Father, can, can you...!!"

"Father, one should not speak while eating or sleeping. You are not allowed to ask questions!"

Qing Tingyu replied indifferently, her face flushed with the rosy glow of a good night's sleep, looking utterly content.

Qing Tingmo, adhering to the ironclad rule that no one knows a son better than his father, glanced a few more times at his son's smug expression and said, "Look! You're pretending with me again! I am your father, Yu'er...!"

Hearing Qing Tingmo's incessant questions, the little tyrant impatiently put down his chopsticks, took a few sips of the flower tea that Zhi'er had brought for rinsing his mouth, then took a silk handkerchief from the dining table, covered his mouth, and spat the flower tea into the blood jade lotus-shaped rinsing bottle.