Transmigrating to the Qing Dynasty: The Beloved Princess Uses a System to Change the Plot

The two started fighting as they were talking.

The palace servants around wanted to step forward to stop them, but they were afraid of hurting the two princes.

Mu Yue watched her two older brothers fight, her small face filled with confusion.

She couldn't understand why her two brothers, who had no apparent conflict, were suddenly fighting so fiercely.

Seeing the eldest prince punch the crown prince in the cheek, Mu Yue quickly stopped them, saying, "Brother Bao Cheng, Brother Bao Qing, stop it! Don't fight!"

The soft, sweet voice, tinged with a hint of panic, reached the ears of the eldest prince and the crown prince.

The two, both in the heat of the moment, ignored the sound and their actions became even more ferocious.

Fortunately, they were still young and not very strong. Their fists left marks on each other, but they didn't injure the other person's body.

Seeing that words could not stop her, Mu Yue pursed her lips, her delicate face showing a hint of urgency. She gritted her teeth and decided to step forward herself to stand in front of her two brothers.

She closed her eyes and rushed between the two.

When the Crown Prince and the First Prince saw Mu Yue appear, they immediately tried to withdraw their fists.

But the anger in his heart had not yet been vented.

After they withdrew their fists, the Crown Prince said to Mu Yue with some impatience, "Yue'er, stay to the side and don't get in the way!"

After saying that, he gave Mu Yue a push.

Mu Yue was caught off guard and never expected the Crown Prince to do such a thing.

She was immediately pushed and landed on the ground, her soft palms coming into contact with the dirt again, causing further damage to her already unhealed wounds.

Her round, almond-shaped eyes immediately filled with a few drops of moisture.

This series of events happened so fast and so suddenly that the palace servants around them didn't have time to stop it.

Chunju only came to her senses when she saw Muyue fall to the ground.

She quickly stepped forward to help Mu Yue up.

Just as I was about to check Mu Yue's wounds, I heard Mu Yue sob and order, "Chun... Chunju, go find the Empress Dowager and tell her what's going on here!"

Chunju was Muyue's personal maid.

She valued Mu Yue more than the Crown Prince and the First Prince.

Seeing that Mu Yue's palm wounds were getting deeper, she was naturally reluctant to leave, and a hint of hesitation appeared on her face.

Mu Yue noticed that the Crown Prince and the First Prince had more wounds, and couldn't help but show a hint of panic.

She disregarded everything else, her soft voice carrying an undeniable air of authority, "Hurry up and go!"

A master is a master; orders cannot be disobeyed.

Remembering the old nanny from before, Chunju hesitated for a moment, then helped Muyue up and turned to leave the Imperial Garden.

Watching Chunju's figure disappear into the distance, Muyue took a few deep breaths, trying to relieve the soreness in her nose, but children's bodies are inherently emotional.

She had no control over it.

Despite the watery fog in her eyes and the pain in her body, she could only step forward again and try to separate her two brothers who were fighting.

Mu Yue was too weak, and the Crown Prince and the First Prince were too entangled.

When she stepped forward, she not only failed to separate the two, but was also pushed down again and fell to the ground.

Her knee slammed into the ground, sending a sharp pain through her.

His already weak body was now completely unable to get up.

The wound on my palm kept sending signals of pain.

The mist that filled her eyes turned into tears, falling to the ground and mixing with the blood flowing from her palms, staining her dusty palace dress.

At this moment, Mu Yue looked more like a beggar on the street than a princess in the palace.

Feeling wronged, Mu Yue bit her lip tightly, silently shedding tears, but her mind was racing, determined not to give up.

Suddenly she remembered the existence of the system.

Perhaps the system can help separate my two brothers who are fighting.

A flicker of excitement flashed in Mu Yue's almond-shaped eyes.

Before she could even ask for help, the Empress's weak but still authoritative voice came from the entrance of the Imperial Garden.

"What are you all standing there for? Go and pull the two princes apart!"

As soon as the Empress's voice appeared, the noisy Imperial Garden fell silent.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, the palace servants quickly stepped forward and separated the eldest prince and the crown prince who were entangled together.

Mu Yue cried and threw herself into the Empress's arms.

The pent-up grievances and fears in my heart finally found an outlet.

As she watched her two brothers fighting, she vaguely saw a future day when they would fight to the death.

She had tried so hard to reconcile the relationship between her two older brothers.

Yesterday, the two older brothers were having a great time together, but overnight they started fighting.

Mu Yue was starting to doubt whether the images in her mind were just her imagination.

The more she thought about it, the sadder she became. Mu Yue wept silently, her tears soaking the Empress's phoenix robe.

The Empress gently patted Mu Yue's back and looked at the Crown Prince and the First Prince.

Her tone was cold yet authoritative: "Who can tell me what happened?"

The crown prince was now completely calm.

Seeing Mu Yue's body convulsing from crying, the Crown Prince remembered that he had just pushed his sister and spoken to her in an impatient tone.

His guilt and regret reached their peak in an instant.

He wanted to make some expressions to please Mu Yue.

But Mu Yue kept her head hidden in the Empress's arms and completely ignored her.

The crown prince panicked instantly and went to the empress's side, trying to say something, but he noticed the empress's cold gaze.

The young crown prince was flustered by the series of events, his eyes reddened, and he felt somewhat aggrieved.

If the eldest prince hadn't suddenly snatched her flowers and said those nasty things, she wouldn't have fought with him.

It won't hurt my sister either.

Even the flowers that had been painstakingly chosen fell to the ground during the fight and mixed with the soil.

The more the prince thought about it, the more aggrieved he felt, and his eyes welled up with tears.

Consort Hui also received the news and rushed to the Imperial Garden.

As soon as she entered the Imperial Garden, she saw her son's face, which was covered in bruises.

A pang of heartache flashed in her eyes, and she hurriedly stepped forward, forgetting to bow to the Empress.

Her tone carried a hint of reproach, "Baoqing, how can you fight with people so casually? If anyone displeases you, just let your servants do it. You are the Emperor's eldest son; to do it yourself is giving those people too much face!"

Upon hearing this, Mu Yue pouted and peeked her head out from the Empress's embrace.

How could Consort Hui say such things? Isn't this setting a bad example for Brother Baoqing?

She secretly glared at Consort Hui.

Consort Hui arrived in a hurry, her hair was a little messy, but her appearance was still quite good, and she had a bit of a heroic air about her.

But what he said didn't quite match up with what she said.

Upon hearing Consort Hui's words, the Empress sneered and rebuked her, "Consort Hui, what you said is truly interesting!"

“The Crown Prince is the ruler, and the First Prince is the subject. There is a distinction between ruler and subject. If the First Prince dares to lay a hand on the Crown Prince today, he will dare to disrespect His Majesty tomorrow.”

The Empress glanced at Consort Hui, her tone carrying a hint of warning, "His Majesty brought the First Prince into the palace to better educate him, not to allow him to behave so recklessly!"

"As an elder brother, instead of protecting his younger siblings, he even resorted to violence. Is this the kind of upbringing the Ulanara family has!"