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

"Before drinking, I belonged to the Crown Prince; after downing a jug of strong liquor, the Crown Prince is mine!!!"

Urged on by her ancient biological clock, Qianqian rubbed her sore and dull eyes and woke up at noon under the watchful eyes of Mei Ziye's personal guards.

"Not enough sleep? Young Master Luo can sleep a little longer. After all, the road to the Yellow Springs is long, so becoming a sleepyhead is not a bad choice!"

Mei Ziye joked as she picked up the bedding that Qianqian had thrown aside and then covered her with it again.

Qianqian looked at the suddenly heartwarming "eyeless" guard with great confusion and bewilderment.

"Yes, what happened? I, didn't I climb over the wall and cross the moat to go back to the Dog Palace to rest? What? What? Did I end up in the Crown Prince's inner palace again?!" She scratched her head, asking Mei Ziye with great confusion.

"Qianqianluo, stop pretending! You're about to die! Do you know that?!"

"Ziye, His Highness the Crown Prince has invited Young Master Luo to fly kites on the Imperial Platform!" Zhi'er's voice came from the outer hall, conveying the little tyrant's order.

"Alright, I'll take Young Master Luo there right away!" As soon as she finished speaking, Mei Ziye pulled up Qianqian Luo, who was lying peacefully in bed sleeping.

"Hey hey hey hey!! What?!"

"Why do you want me to put on my shoes?!"

"You didn't open your eyes? Are you crazy? Let me go!" Before Qianqianluo could even put on her boots and wash up, she was dragged to the Emperor's Platform by Meiziye, who was half a head shorter than her.

"What Happend!!!" Qianqian was pushed down by the guard and fell in front of the little tyrant. With her hair disheveled, she pouted and put on her boots and tidied her hair.

"Young Master Luo!!!" The delicate Mo Fanfan and the little tyrant sat together on the soft couch inlaid with gold thread. As soon as Mo Fanfan saw her, she greeted her.

"Oh, Fanfan?!"

Qianqian was puzzled to see Mo Fanfan appear in the East Palace. Then, when she looked up and met the fierce gaze of the long-unseen little tyrant, she was so frightened that she immediately kowtowed and thanked him.

"Your Highness, may Your Highness be well!!"

"May Miss Fanfan be well!!!"

"This servant has offended two noble sirs. This servant deserves to die. I beg Your Highness to spare this servant's life!!"

"Ayu, don't scare Young Master Luo! Didn't we agree to fly kites together?!" Seeing Qianqian Luo kneeling and kowtowing, Mo Fanfan quickly tried to persuade her beloved with gentle words.

"Of course! I specially invited Fanfan and me to watch kites today. As for the kites, Young Master Luo will personally fly them for Fanfan and me to see!"

"Someone, please let Young Master Luo fly a kite!!!" Qing Tingyu twirled the blood-jade ring on his right ring finger, put his arm around Mo Fanfan, and signaled his guards to make the move!

"It's just flying a kite, why are you in such a hurry?!" Qianqianluo said calmly, pursing her lips as she prepared to take the plain white kite that Zhier handed over.

"Hey! What, what are you doing?!"

Young Master Luo was about to reach out and catch the kite when his hands were held down by a bodyguard in full armor.

"Young Master Luo~~ This kite isn't flown by hand~!"

"Your Highness, this is how you want to fly it!!" Zhi'er wrapped the kite string around Qianqianluo's pale, delicate swan neck, wrapping it more and more, faster and faster!

"Are you sick?! Get out of here!!"

Even Qianqianluo, who was usually honest and never resisted, got angry. She kicked Zhier, who had an inexplicably smug look on her face, to the ground, and then ruthlessly knocked down the guard who was holding her.

"Qianqianluo!! Don't be presumptuous!" Mei Zifeng stepped forward and grabbed her arm, signaling with his eyes for her to stay put and not to make a move.

"Hmph, it seems Young Master Luo is unwilling to perform kite flying for me and Fanfan?!"

"Didn't Young Master Luo promise last night to accompany me? What? You're making excuses just because I wanted to see a kite?!"

Qing Tingyu spoke coldly, and in an instant, Qianqianluo's still aching head was flooded with memories of the drunken slip of the tongue last night, memories that could have been enough to behead her at the Meridian Gate.

It looks like she kissed the little tyrant three times!

She seemed to have said something like a promise or something.

She seems to still...

"Your Highness, please forgive me! That was not my doing! I was just performing wrestling to amuse Your Highness!"

Zhi'er, who had been kicked over, and the guard lying on the ground shook their heads, utterly speechless: So! You were just kidding?!

Avoiding several scorching and suspicious gazes, Qianqianluo quickly got up and wrapped the kite string around her neck again and again.

The little tyrant slowly stopped wiping the cold sword with his hand, sheathed it, and put his arm around Mo Fanfan, watching "flying a kite" with great interest.

The wind blew gently across the sky, and the white kite, which had been drooping, was slowly lifted up and floated leisurely in the air.

Outside the official residence in the capital, noble ladies and gentlemen were also flying kites.

All sorts of exquisitely painted kites crowded the sky outside the palace gates, while inside the palace gates, only this plain white kite danced and swam alone.

The little tyrant was overjoyed to see the kite soaring higher and higher. He hugged Mo Fanfan and clapped his hands in delight: "Fanfan, look! This kite is flying so high and so far!"

"Ah Yu, the kite flying in the air is indeed very beautiful! But, but, Young Master Luo...!!!"

"Alas, Fanfan! He's just a lowly commoner, yet he gets to live in the Eastern Palace and perform kite flying for me and you! This is a blessing he's accumulated over several lifetimes!"

"Don't you like the gift that Ayu prepared for you? Isn't this a surprise?!" The little tyrant looked at Mo Fanfan with a pitiful expression, and upon closer inspection, his eyes were still filled with tears.

"Is this a surprise? This is fucking a shock!!" Qianqian's neck was marked with bloody marks and drops of blood from the kite string. The higher the kite flew and the farther it drifted, the more intense the suffocating feeling in her neck became.

"Hahaha, look, Fanfan! The kite has gone up even higher! It's so beautiful~!!" Qing Tingyu clapped his hands in delight, carrying Mo Fanfan away from the soft couch and getting closer to Qianqianluo.

Although Qianqianluo had already turned around and tried her best to avoid contact with the little tyrant, as the suffocating sandalwood incense got closer and closer, Qianqianluo felt that the little tyrant was getting closer and closer to her.

To avoid the little tyrant getting close to her, Qianqianluo pretended to be pulled down by the damned kite that was flying higher and higher, and fell down the 108 palace steps that she had boasted about last night, saying she would never be afraid of in her life.

Bang! Bang bang bang!!!

"Luo, Young Master Luo!!!" Seeing Qianqian Luo's deliberate and violent fall, Mei Ziye admired him even more: Young Master Luo is a ruthless person, when he wants to fall, he really does it!

"Young Master Luo!!!"

"Ayu, you, you really went too far today!"

"Let me go!" Mo Fanfan said angrily, getting off Qing Tingyu and wanting to immediately go down the palace steps to check on Qianqianluo's condition.

Qianqianluo, who had just slammed down the last palace step, was afraid that the little tyrant would not be satisfied. So she rolled over again and rolled into the fast-flowing moat.