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

The dim palace lanterns in the outer hall cast a shadow, and tiny specks of dust swirled and danced in the light, seemingly having a great time!

Qing Tingyu flicked his cold sword, and the sword energy and sound immediately slashed and cut off the light, scattering the fine dust in all directions, its whereabouts unknown.

"Come here, my dog ​​servant, bark a few times for me!" The little tyrant propped his head up with his hand, lazily reclining on the silk couch, pointing the tip of his sword at Qianqianluo's throat.

"Waaaaah, Your Highness, you're so lowly...!"

"What are my orders? They are to make these dog servants bark! Not to make them speak human language!"

"Young Master Luo's mouth can never utter what I want to hear! And his ears, they can never understand what I'm saying!"

Qing Tingyu slowly pressed the tip of the cold sword against Qianqian's delicate, inconspicuous throat, and then slowly applied force, stimulating her senses.

Qianqianluo dared only straighten her body and crane her neck so that the little tyrant's sword tip could accurately find her throat.

Qing Tingyu snorted a few times, his eyes dark and unreadable as he stared at the red and purple bruises that Qianqian had been pricked by the kite coils during the day.

The tip of the sword was stained with crimson, and the little tyrant laughed wildly, laughing so hard he nearly fell over: "Hahaha~!!!"

Upon hearing this laughter, Qianqianluo dared not move again and took a step forward, abandoning her idea of ​​entertaining the little tyrant.

She froze, too afraid to move. Cold sweat from her forehead trickled down her cheeks and onto the cold sword the little tyrant was thrusting at her throat.

"Drip! Drip! Drip!!" Cold sweat rolled in circles, then mischievously dripped onto the back of the sword.

In the dim light, Qing Tingyu calmly focused his narrowing gaze, piercing through Qianqianluo's still alluring and seductive demeanor:

Cold sweat trickled down her chin, bathed in the dim light, dripping onto her delicate collarbone, gathering more and more, pooling in the hollow of her collarbone, inviting one to inhale.

The red bruises from the kite strings, soaked in sweat, formed a patch of purplish-red that continued to spread downwards.

The tip of Qing Tingyu's sword also moved lower and lower along with the rampant crimson stain...!

"Your Highness!!!" Just as the sword tip was about to slice into her chest, Qianqianluo immediately stood up and took a step back.

"Hahaha, what? I can't even joke with this dog servant?!"

"Come here! I won't scare you anymore!!"

"Come here!!!" The little tyrant put the cold sword into its sheath and waved to Qianqian.

Qianqian was in a daze for a while, then she dismissed the terrible thought she had and slowly and tentatively walked towards the little tyrant.

"Hmm~ Do you know what I want to do most right now?!" The little tyrant got up from the bed and walked to Qianqianluo's side.

Qianqian lowered her head and met the cold, brooding gaze of the little tyrant who was shorter than her: "Your Highness, this lowly subject is filled with fear and unease!"

"This lowly person dares to guess that you intend to cut off this lowly person's mouth!"

"Hmph, Young Master Luo has become so clever again?!" Qing Tingyu returned to his couch and glanced indifferently at Qianqian Luo in front of him.

Finally, she slowly uttered, "Eat! I've already eaten!!"

"Yes, this lowly commoner thanks Your Highness for your grace!" Qianqian knelt at the foot of the little tyrant's bed, took the snacks, meat, and fruit soup that the little tyrant had casually overturned the porcelain bowl and jade bottle, and ate them with her hands in a very disheveled manner.

Qianqian, disheveled and embarrassed, ate the dinner that had been carelessly spilled below, while the little tyrant muttered to himself:

"Fanfan is afraid of ferocious beasts and dogs because when I was a child, I was attacked by wild wolves, and Fanfan single-handedly stood in front of me and fought against the pack!!"

"I was so weak and incompetent back then. It was only by paying the price of having my whole body torn apart by wolves that I managed to save my worthless life!"

Upon hearing this, Qianqian paused in her act of taking the snacks, realizing that she had crossed the little tyrant's line today.

"So, how dare you, a lowly commoner, speak ill of my savior behind his back? Have I been too good to you? Or have I been too lenient with you?!"

"Your Highness, please, please cut off my mouth! I know I was wrong!!"

"This lowly person truly knows her mistake, Your Highness!" Qianqian, tears welling up in her eyes, tearfully tugged at the hem of the little tyrant's python robe.

"Hahaha~ Young Master Luo is an honored guest of the Emperor, and will be participating in the Spring Hunt soon. How dare I touch you?!"

"I noticed that Young Master Luo has no appetite tonight. Someone, bring him some meat!"

Qing Tingyu's face was cold and stern. After giving the order, some of his personal guards brought up a plate of well-cooked meat.

The guards, heads bowed and faces expressionless, placed a plate of meat beside Qianqianluo.

Bang! ! !

The jade bowl smashed on the ground with an unusually loud sound.

"Eat!!" Qing Tingyu used his cold sword to stab a piece of meat, his face contorted as he handed it to Qian Qianluo.

Qianqian was overwhelmed by fear. She couldn't smell anything, her mind was blank, and she opened her mouth and trembled as she bit into the flesh lying on the tip of the sword.

Watching Qianqian kneel down, her face pale and expressionless as she chewed, Qing Tingyu clapped his hands in delight and cheered.

"Young Master Luo, isn't the meat of these fierce dogs and beasts exceptionally delicious?!"

"Hahaha, it wasn't for nothing that I've raised Ah Huang so meticulously for so many years. Tonight, it's a fitting end for it to be enjoyed by Young Master Luo!"

"Zifeng used the Fallen Prince's Robe to calm the fierce lion down, then lured it to the fire to be roasted alive!"

"Guards, distribute the remaining scraps of meat from this fierce lion to the guards on night duty at the Eastern Palace, and throw the remaining bones into the back mountain to feed the wolves."

"Yes, sir!" The guards received their orders and left the palace.

Qianqianlu knelt blankly beside His Highness the Crown Prince, unable to move for a while, her whole body stiff.

"Hmph!!!" Qing Tingyu glanced coldly at the lowly commoner's appearance, then flicked his sleeves and entered the inner hall.

……

"Young Master Luo, it was I who used your robe to lure Ah Huang into the fire! Kill Zifeng!"

The flames roared and burned fiercely in the East Palace. Qianqianluo could not hear any sound. She covered her mouth and ran to the side, vomiting violently.

Outside the fire, the guards, who had been ordered to do so, were wielding machetes and vigorously devouring the sizzling remains of Ah Huang's roasted flesh.

She smelled the suffocating aroma of meat in the air, and then vomited until she felt dizzy and disoriented.

"Young Master Luo! You, you should go back to the inner palace to rest!" The guard Zhuangba helped her up and made a move to lead her away.

"Ugh!!! Cough cough cough cough cough!" Qianqian's body went limp, and led by her guards, she vomited bile all the way.

"Young Master Luo, are you alright?!" When Shu'er, who was outside Tingyu Palace, saw Qianqian Luo being supported by the guards and unable to speak, she quickly stepped forward to express her concern.

"Shu'er, step back!" Yulan finished burning ambergris in the inner hall, picked up a palace lantern, and dismissed the young lady Shu'er.

"Jin'er, help Young Master Luo to the bath in the back hall to cleanse himself. Don't let his filth stain His Highness the Crown Prince!"

"Yes!" Jin'er lowered her head and took Qianqianluo from the guard's hands.

Young Master Luo was covered in the smell of vomit, her body soaked in sticky bile that glistened in the light; there was no foul odor, but rather a cool fragrance.

The hot spring pool area inside the East Palace.

In the misty, natural spring pool, the imperial maid Zhi'er, with a shy expression, served His Highness the Crown Prince as he undressed and bathed.