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

So this is what the bodies of ancient imperial maids were like? They even seemed to exude the scent of incense that their masters burned daily?

Qianqianlu was holding Jin'er, feeling sentimental! She raised her hand to wipe the two long snot that were about to flow from her nose, when a cold, sandalwood incense scent suddenly entered her nostrils, which she was opening and closing forcefully.

"Ah, ahhhhhh! Ahhhhhh!!"

"Young Master Luo, are you alright?!" Jin'er stepped out of her arms and hurriedly went to check on the poor child.

"No, ahhh, yawn~ It's nothing!!"

"Hahaha, Miss Jin'er, this humble one is fine!" Qianqianluo awkwardly took a few steps back and glanced at Jin'er suspiciously.

Jin'er also raised her beautiful eyes and met Young Master Luo's hesitant and inquisitive gaze. She covered her lips, feeling slightly sad.

"Young Master Luo, Jin'er is a royal maid personally assigned to His Highness the Crown Prince by the Emperor. Naturally, she will also warm His Highness's bed at midnight when he is studying and has not yet returned to his bed. So, so...!"

Jin'er was explaining with her eyes down and biting her lip when Zhi'er, who had rushed over, heard this and immediately pushed away Qianqianluo, that scoundrel.

"Hmph, Jin'er, have you been dawdling for so long? Are you just trying to explain to this lowly commoner why you have the Crown Prince's perfume on you?!"

"This is utterly absurd! Come with me, don't embarrass yourself here!"

Zhi'er, who had come to the palace to find scriptures for the Crown Prince, angrily grabbed Jin'er and sternly rebuked Qian Qianluo: "You licentious scoundrel, I will report to His Highness the Crown Prince today that you were embracing a royal maid!"

"Alas! Zhi'er, Luo, Young Master Luo has not violated me, please do not disturb His Highness the Crown Prince!"

Jin'er's hair was slightly disheveled, her beautiful eyes were filled with anger, and she anxiously tried to pull Zhi'er's hand away.

"I said come with me, Jin'er! Stop embarrassing yourself, okay?!"

Zhi'er angrily scolded, making Jin'er's heart tremble. She could only resign herself to her fate, furrow her brows, and grit her teeth as Zhi'er dragged her away.

"Oh, oh, oh! Weaver Girl, Weaver Girl!!"

Qianqian watched as the two slender, soaring figures at the end of the Emperor's Steps gradually disappeared. She could only clench her outstretched hand into a fist and then pulled it behind her back, her right hand remaining clenched in a fist for a long time.

In the Xizheng Hall at dusk, Zhi'er was crying to Qing Tingyu, who had just seen off his white moonlight, saying, "What a dissolute young master Luo is!"

"Waaaaah~ Your Highness, this lowly commoner has such audacity! How dare she, dare to harass a royal maid!"

Zhi'er knelt before the Crown Prince, tears streaming down her face, panting as she clutched the little tyrant's trailing python robe, sobbing uncontrollably.

"This scoundrel dares to hold Jin'er and not let go, not only is he disrespecting you servants, but he also dares to scold Jin'er for having the Crown Prince's incense on her body!"

As Zhi'er spoke, she became more and more agitated. Covering her mouth and nose, she tried to pull out the jade hairpin from her hair and commit suicide: "Having been humiliated like this, you servants have no face to live in this world!"

"Miss Zhi'er, please don't be angry!" Yulan stepped forward and snatched the jade hairpin, then took out a clean silk handkerchief and gently wiped away her tears.

The young tyrant's emotions were unclear. He slumped in a large wooden chair inlaid with silk pillows and soft satin, his jade-like, bony hands idly flipping through a yellowed, wrinkled scripture.

The only sound in the deathly silent Xizheng Hall was the rustling of pages being turned. The Crown Prince's feet swayed in rhythm with the sound, right in front of Zhi'er's eyes.

Sobbing and crying, Zhi'er dared not make a sound. She clutched her silk handkerchief tightly, bit her lower lip, and knelt motionless in front of the Crown Prince's swaying black boots.

"Hmm~ What do you all think?! That son of a foreign race is my Emperor's man, how could I possibly dare to punish him?!"

Qing Tingyu placed the scriptures on the low table, then slowly got up and walked to Zhi'er. He squatted down again, propped his head up, and looked at the servant who was still crying in front of him with a hint of helplessness.

"Don't cry, you'll hurt yourself. How will I explain this to the Emperor?!" The little tyrant patted Zhi'er's lowered head in a comforting manner, then turned and left the Xizheng Hall.

Zhi'er, kneeling in reverence, blinked her almond-shaped eyes, which were full of charming smiles, and reached out to touch her head, which had been patted by His Highness the Crown Prince, in disbelief.

Zhi'er covered her visibly shy face with a silk handkerchief, standing blankly outside the palace gate, watching the departing figures of the Crown Prince and his entourage with a dazed look.

Qianqian, who had been snitched on, wiped her snot from the cold wind and lay down on the glazed tiles of the Xizheng Hall, forcing a smile.

"Look at you, you look like you haven't been with a man in years. I'm letting it slide because you're young! But I can't believe you're so narrow-minded and yet so nosy!"

Qianqian, baring her teeth, smashed a piece of glazed tile from the Xizheng Hall with her bare hands, then used the shards to forcefully strike Zhi'er's knee, who was still infatuated with Zhi'er.

"Ahhh!! It hurts so much!" Zhi'er inexplicably bent over and fell outside the palace gate, losing her balance.

Seeing Zhi'er curled up in a ball, crying and rolling around in pain, Qianqianluo turned over, squinted her eyes, and wanted to continue lying on the glazed tile to bask in the sun and sleep.

As Qing Tingyu was riding in the palace carriage back to Tingyu Palace, a deluge of broken tiles and dust fell from the sky, covering his entire body in a gray haze.

When the guard Mei Zifeng saw the Crown Prince on the palace carriage with his head covered in dirt and pebbles, he was so shocked that he almost knelt down and apologized.

"Shh!!" Qing Tingyu had his guards alight from the sedan chair and gestured for them to be quiet.

The unlucky girl, Qianqianluo, was still basking in the sun, squinting her eyes and yawning contentedly, completely unaware that His Highness the Crown Prince was staring at her coldly from under the eaves.

"Are the glazed tiles on the eaves of my Xizheng Hall so easy to break?!"

Under the eaves of the palace, the young tyrant sat on his palanquin, fanning himself, and asked the young master Luo, who was fast asleep with his eyes closed, in a daze.

"Hmph, it's not just easy to crush, if I use just a little force, I'm afraid I'll have overturned this Xizheng Hall long ago!" Qianqian muttered, then crushed another piece of glazed tile with her bare hands.

The sky was filled with dust and rubble once again, raining down on Qing Tingyu under the eaves. The swish, swish, swish! sounds made the hearts of the attending guards shatter once more.

"Is that so? Young Master Luo is quite skilled!"

Raising his hand to shield himself from the flying rubble and dust with his fan, Qing Tingyu gritted his teeth and flicked the fan at the leisurely Qian Qianluo.

*Snap!* Qianqian smiled and caught the plain fan with a single hand, easily blocking the fierce force.

"Hahaha, you've got to practice more! With that kind of strength, you think you can ambush someone? Brother, you're still too young!"

The unlucky girl, Qianqianluo, disdainfully took the plain white bone fan, stood up, narrowed her fox-like eyes, and looked at her brother under the eaves with a mocking smile.

In an instant, her youthful smile froze, and only the phrase "If you're bad, practice more!" echoed repeatedly in her mind.

"Really? The more you practice, the better?! I should really thank Young Master Luo for this selfless suggestion!!"

"Prepare the carriage to return to the palace!!"

Suppressing his anger, Qing Tingyu closed his eyes and raised his hand to order his guards to continue walking.