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

"Wow~ Ninety-nine percent is a rare item~ Proclaim it~!!"

Qianqian took a deep breath of the robe that His Highness the Crown Prince had once used to cover his lower body, and walked barefoot towards the inner palace, calling out "Xuan~ Xuan~ Xuan~" all the while.

Mei Zifeng was standing guard outside the inner curtain of the Crown Prince's bed when he saw Young Master Luo passionately sucking on the Crown Prince's underpants. Mei Zifeng blushed and lowered his head.

"What are you yelling about? Stop making noise!" Qing Tingyu, with her bare, pink toes, impatiently lifted the curtain.

Well, even the little tyrant was stunned!

After taking a deep breath, Qianqian looked up and awkwardly met the Crown Prince's astonished gaze.

"Get out of here! Get out of here!!"

"Outrageous! Utterly absurd! Guards, throw this dog servant out of here!"

"Your Highness, Your Highness, please take care of yourself!" Mei Zifeng hurriedly stepped forward to support the little tyrant, whose hands were trembling with anger.

Qianqianluo was secretly thrilled: Hmph, hehehe, even His Highness the Crown Prince, high above the nine heavens, has a day when he's afraid!

You scared me to death! I'm so scared!

If you've run into a monster like me, who's even more monstrous than you, you've really messed with me!

"Yulan!! Quickly help His Highness the Crown Prince to his bedside to rest!" Mei Zifeng saw the Crown Prince clutching his chest in discomfort and frantically called out to the palace maids.

"Ah! Your Highness, bring warm water, quickly bring warm water!"

Yulan helped the little tyrant, who was suffering from another chest ailment, and hurriedly patted his back.

Young Master Luo scratched his head, indicating that it couldn't be that he was really that angry. "Your Highness, are you...are you alright?"

Qianqianlu tentatively stepped forward and spoke, feeling somewhat guilty and wanting the little tyrant to know that she had done it on purpose!

"Get out, cough cough!! Throw this dog servant out of here, cough cough cough cough cough!!"

The little tyrant leaned over his thin body, his red eyes fixed on Qianqianluo who still dared to step forward, his hand trembling as he pointed at her nose and yelled at her.

"Your Highness, please calm your anger. Guards, escort Your Highness to your inner bed to rest!"

Yulan and Mei Zifeng glanced at the two helplessly, then helped the little tyrant and huffed and puffed as they walked into the inner bed.

Qianqian grinned, threw the very new robe and trousers onto the low table, then hopped away from Tingyu Palace with her hands behind her back.

On the way back to the Dog Palace, the wind blew freely.

Qianqian happily hummed a little tune as she walked along the road. Once inside the dog palace, she pounced into the golden cage and fell fast asleep with her head covered!

Meanwhile, the Tingyu Palace next door was unusually busy tonight.

When the imperial physicians received news that His Highness the Crown Prince had relapsed into his old illness, they quickly put on their official robes and rushed to the Eastern Palace.

Now they were all kneeling neatly outside the curtain of the Crown Prince's inner bed, holding their breath and not daring to say a word.

Upon hearing the news, Emperor Qing Tingmo, embracing the pregnant Empress Lin, rushed to the East Palace in an urgent carriage.

"What do you think? I'm asking you all a question!!"

The emperor, with an imposing air despite his lack of anger, questioned the group of physicians kneeling beneath the soft couch, then lifted the curtain to visit the crown prince.

"Reporting to Your Majesty: His Highness the Crown Prince is fine. His old heart ailment has subsided and will not harm your health!"

Doctor Ma, with only enough heads to chop off one, tremblingly raised his hand to wipe the cold sweat that kept seeping from his forehead.

"Truly nothing wrong?! Have you all thoroughly investigated the cause of the illness? If anything happens to His Highness the Crown Prince, I will have your entire family, including your nine generations of relatives, executed!"

Empress Lin sat on a soft, gold-threaded couch outside the curtain, her lips parting gracefully, her bright red fingernails pointing at the kneeling physicians.

"Your Majesty, please forgive me. Your Majesty, your humble servant and the physicians have examined you carefully. Your Highness is indeed in good health!"

Physician Huang crawled to the Empress's feet and presented her with the medical records that the physician had kept that night.

Empress Lin calmly took the medical record book and quietly turned the pages.

"Yes! Keep a close eye on the medical records!"

Lin Qinrou patted her pregnant belly, returned the medical record to Physician Huang, and then, supported by a palace maid, walked into the Crown Prince's inner bed.

"Yu'er, are you alright?"

Qing Tingyu lay on the back of the couch with a cold and sullen expression, staring at his father and mother who had come to visit him with a playful look in his eyes.

"Hmph, Your Majesty and Empress, rest assured, Yu'er should be able to hold on until the day you all return to the earth!"

The little tyrant turned the pages of the scriptures on his own, a childlike, innocent smile on his face.

Consort Yang, who had rushed over, also heard the Crown Prince's treasonous words.

Suppressing her fear, she laughed awkwardly and walked steadily into the Crown Prince's inner bed.

"Haha, Your Highness the Crown Prince hasn't lost your childlike spirit; you still love to joke around!"

"My Emperor, Yu'er is just like you when you were young, always so humorous and witty!"

Yang Huizhang stood beside the current emperor, smiling sweetly as he patted Qing Tingmo on the shoulder.

Empress Lin, who was seated at the same table as the emperor, glanced at Consort Yang's increasingly protruding pregnant belly and angrily tore at her silk handkerchief under her robe.

"Hahaha, Zhang'er is very clever! Come, let me hear if these twins are kicking you again?!"

Qing Tingmo leaned his head against Yang Guifei's pregnant belly, looking up at Yang Huizhang with obvious affection, making quite a scene.

"Hmph! Your Majesty~ You only ever look at Sister Zhang'er, while Rou'er is also carrying the imperial child!" Lin Qinrou wiped her peach blossom eyes with a handkerchief, full of grievances.

"Hahaha~ Good, good, good! I was wrong, my good Empress, please don't be angry!!"

Qing Tingmo gently took the Empress's hands from beside her and patted them reassuringly.

"Alright, I'm tired!" His Highness the Crown Prince said calmly, issuing the order to leave.

"Your Majesty, let His Highness the Crown Prince rest early!" Yang Huizhang echoed, his voice trembling.

"Yes! Eunuch Kang, escort the concubines back to the palace!"

Qing Tingmo raised his hand to give orders to the eunuchs behind him, his gaze fixed on the Crown Prince lying on the sickbed.

"My...My Emperor, you...?!" Empress Lin anxiously grabbed the Emperor's hand, somewhat terrified.

"Alright! Rou'er, be a good girl!!"

"Yes! Your Majesty, I thank you! May Your Majesty be well!" Empress Lin suppressed the irritation deep within her heart, and followed Grand Eunuch Kang with her phoenix robe in hand.

After the concubines were all removed, only the two monarchs of the Qingting Dynasty remained on the inner couch.

"Yu'er, I heard that your heart ailment relapsed because of Young Master Luo? Come and tell your father, what happened between you two?!"

The emperor, handsome and dashing, sat on the crown prince's couch, propping his head up with his hand and watching his son with a gossipy expression.

The young tyrant ignored his father, simply shrinking into the bedding and yawning.

"Yu'er! Quickly tell your father! Yu'er! Yu'er!"

The Emperor kicked off his black boots and crawled into the Crown Prince's bed, excitedly tugging at Qing Tingyu's arm.

"Father! I'm sleepy, please stop fooling around, ha~ yawn!"

The young tyrant yanked his father's hand away, turned to his side, and tried to close his eyes, forcing himself to fall asleep.

"Very well!! Yu'er has grown up, Father can't control you anymore, hmph!"

Like an uncontrollable pig during the Lunar New Year, Qing Tingmo angrily turned over and faced away from Qing Tingyu.

After a long while, the two monarchs of the Qingting Dynasty, who had slept in the same bed, were separated by a Milky Way.

The current monarch gritted his teeth silently, then reluctantly turned over and asked with a pitiful expression:

"Yu'er, stop holding it in, just tell me what happened!!"

boom! ! !

The young tyrant had just started to feel sleepy when he was woken up by his gossipy father. Unable to bear it any longer, he kicked Qing Tingmo off the bed.

"Yu'er! I'm leaving! I'm leaving, okay? Waaaaah~"

Qing Tingmo clutched his wounded heart, covered his trembling lips with his hand, and couldn't believe that his son was so impatient with him!

The emperor covered his face and wept, then hurried away from the inner bed.

He glanced back at the little tyrant several times, hoping his son could persuade him to stay.

If possible, please tell him exactly what happened between him and Young Master Luo? (Don't mess with the gossip-loving masses who are obsessed with the truth! They'll expose you completely!)