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

"Hmph, it seems Young Master Luo will one day be released from his cage and run for his life!!!"

"I thought you'd been dead for years! What? Someone who's been dead for years still knows how to return to the Eastern Palace?!"

"Tsk tsk tsk~ In my opinion, this isn't Young Master Luo at all~, it's clearly his ghost~!!"

Qing Tingyu leaned against the gold-threaded couch brought out by her personal guards, sipped a spoonful of flower tea that Yulan offered to her lips, propped her head up with a fan, and stared at Qianqianluo who was climbing over the palace wall again.

Qianqianluo had just returned to the capital. During the day, she and Guining'an played and frolicked outside the capital. At night, they also saw the bustling and decadent night market.

It wasn't until dawn that the young master Luo, still caught up in the fun, remembered that he hadn't returned to the Eastern Palace to report to the little tyrant.

Emboldened by the promise of alcohol, the little tyrant, perhaps fueled by a mysterious speculation and courage that she might have felt compelled to stay at the outer residence to keep her beloved by her side, drank several jugs of strong liquor under Gui Ning'an's influence.

Finally, Qianqian beat Gui Ning'an, who had taken advantage of her, into a pulp and threw him out of the tavern before scaling the walls of the East Palace.

"Your Highness, Your Highness! You've grown so much!!"

As the young master Luo arrived under the moonlight, his face flushed red. Slightly tipsy, he leaped across the moat with great wit.

"I, Qianqian, am not afraid of these 108 palace steps! Don't scare me~!!" Qianqian shook her head and pointed at the little tyrant on the high platform of the imperial palace, her face full of disdain.

Dragging the kite she bought from the night market, Qianqianlu stepped onto the palace steps, feeling as if the entire East Palace belonged to her.

"Oh~ Is that so? Then tell me, Young Master Luo, when have I ever scared you?!" The Crown Prince, wearing black boots adorned with gold thread and jewels, had a royal maid fan him.

"Young Master Luo, you're drunk. Let Zifeng help you downstairs!"

“Yes! Young Master Luo, let Shu’er help you down!” Mei Zifeng and Miss Shu’er quickly helped Qianqian Luo, who was about to fall down the palace steps, and then pretended to take her down to rest.

On the imperial platform, Mei Ziye, who was standing behind the little tyrant, covered her face, unable to imagine what would happen to Qianqian Luo the next morning.

The imperial maid, Zhi'er, fanned the Crown Prince with a cold smile to quell his anger.

"Young Master Luo, you're drunk. Let Ziye take you to rest!"

Seeing that Qianqian was about to step onto the last palace step, Mei Ziye rushed forward to block her, gritting her teeth and pulling her away from the imperial platform.

"Yes! Young Master Luo, you are drunk. We will take you to rest!" Seeing the tense atmosphere, the imperial maid Jin'er stepped forward to help Young Master Luo.

"Make way, make way!! I, I have something for the little tyrant, everyone make way!!!" Qianqian suddenly crouched down and squeezed out of the crowd.

"Your Highness, please calm your anger!!"

"Your Highness, please calm down!!!" A voice rang out from the little tyrant, and everyone knelt down to beg for forgiveness from Qing Tingyu.

"Hahaha, Ayu, I, ah!!" Qianqianluo was about to hand the kite to His Highness the Crown Prince when Zhi'er tripped her up.

Qianqian tripped and fell on Qingtingyu, but she was still happily grinning like an idiot.

The servants who were kneeling immediately bowed down and kowtowed 180 degrees to beg for forgiveness.

A whiff of wine wafted into the little tyrant's nostrils. He propped up the drunken young master Luo, placed his fan under the couch, and picked up the plain white kite that Qianqian Luo had bought from the night market with obvious disgust.

"Why isn't this kite painted?!" The little tyrant patiently lifted her chin and asked calmly.

"I'll buy it for Yu'er Miao~ Hahahaha!"

"Yu'er, don't be afraid, I will always be there for you as you grow up; the kite you've always wanted to fly in Mobei, I've found it for you!" Biting the Crown Prince's ear, Qianqianluo blurted out all her thoughts.

"Is that so? Young Master Luo is truly my lackey! But my earlobe hurts so much from your biting!"

"It doesn't hurt anymore, Yu'er, let me blow on it for you!!"

Qianqian pinched Qing Tingyu's increasingly thin face with both hands and breathed her mouthful of alcohol fumes at him.

Qing Tingyu stared thoughtfully at the drunken young master Luo, unable to look away.

*Smack! Smack! Smack!*

"Hahaha!! The Crown Prince's mouth is soft, the Little Tyrant's mouth is sweet, hahaha~ The Crown Prince smells of milk, the Crown Prince's…………!!!"

Mei Zifeng, who had fought on the battlefield for many years, panicked and lost his composure tonight. He raised his hand and struck hard, knocking Qianqian unconscious, who was still talking to herself, laughing foolishly, and shouting.

Mei Ziye had already hidden his head below the palace steps, trembling all over. He had even already imagined His Highness the Crown Prince's order and actions to massacre the Eastern Palace, leaving no one alive and exterminating nine generations of their families.

"Hmm! Young Master Luo is drunk; Yulan, help Young Master Luo back to my inner bed to sleep!" Qing Tingyu, holding a plain white kite, flicked his sleeves and left the imperial platform, while Zhi'er followed him to serve him.

"May the Crown Prince be well!!"

"His Highness the Crown Prince is wise!!!"

"May Your Highness be well!!!!!"

After the little tyrant left, Yulan, with a broken heart, took the unconscious Qianqianluo from Mei Zifeng's hands.

"Shu'er, Jin'er, help me carry Young Master Luo to His Highness the Crown Prince's bedchamber to rest!!!"

"Yes, Your servant obeys!" Shu'er and Jin'er supported Luo Gongzi on either side, following behind Yulan, and gradually disappeared into the night that covered the steps of the high platform.

"Phew!!!" Mei Ziye let out a long sigh of relief, then stumbled and fell onto the high platform of the imperial palace, unable to straighten up.

"Ziye, you've worked hard!!"

Mei Zifeng stepped forward, her hands trembling, and slowly carried her younger brother, who couldn't straighten up, on her back. Then, she led the remaining, still-shaken guards away from the high platform.

The dragon's blood incense in the Crown Prince's inner bed was replaced again by the palace maids waiting outside. Countless curtains made of gold silk gauze were covered with jade and pearls, which jingled and tinkled as they were lifted one after another.

Qing Tingyu had his jade-like, slender hands behind his back. He was barefoot, his feet resting on the silk-covered carpet, when he slowly lifted the last curtain of the inner bed.

"Your Highness, this servant has already removed Young Master Luo's robes and boots and settled him on the couch!" Yulan, with her hair styled in a topknot, carried a palace lantern, bent down, and lifted the curtain covering the couch.

Furong's face was flushed from drinking, and Qianqianluo, with a slight pout, was sleeping soundly on the Crown Prince's bed, unaware that danger was slowly approaching.

"Okay, go down!" The little tyrant waved his hand, and all the palace maids serving in the inner palace were sent to the outer palace.

The imperial maid, Zhi'er, also lowered her head obediently and followed Yulan, holding her breath as she quietly retreated.

"Hmph! You damned lackey, sleeping so peacefully!!!"

"You were truly carefree and unrestrained during your trip to Wuzhou, having a wonderful time with the eldest son of the Gui family and the youngest daughter of the Gui family without any worries!"

Qing Tingyu raised his hand and gently stroked Qianqianluo's flushed face, using his jade nails, which had grown quite well over the past few days, to scratch Luo Gongzi's face, which rivaled the spring scenery of the entire capital.