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

The eldest prince wasn't angry at Mu Yue's words, but he felt a little wronged.

He vaguely remembered that he hadn't touched the prince's abdomen, but he was afraid that he might accidentally hit the prince's head and actually punch him in the abdomen, so he was in a dilemma.

He secretly glanced at the Crown Prince.

But she noticed the Crown Prince's sly smile.

His narrow, phoenix-shaped eyes widened immediately, his sense of grievance intensifying.

That kid's faking it!

He must have come up with this terrible idea because Yue'er had just ignored him.

If Bao Cheng is exposed, Yue'er's favorite brother might become herself.

Thinking of this, the eldest prince seemed somewhat excited.

He is an impulsive person; if he has an idea, he will do it.

He immediately pointed at the Crown Prince and said, "Sister Yue'er, don't be fooled by this treacherous Crown Prince. My fist didn't even land on his stomach, so how could he possibly have stomach pain?"

Mu Yue was so focused on stopping her two brothers from continuing to fight that she didn't notice where their fists landed on each other.

Upon hearing the First Prince's words, her eyes seemed somewhat dazed, her gaze darting back and forth between the two of them, as if trying to ascertain whether what the First Prince said was true or false.

The moment he was exposed, the crown prince felt a strange sense of guilt.

But he was afraid that if he admitted it, his sister would be even less willing to talk to him, so he could only continue to pretend that he was seriously injured and in unbearable pain.

He didn't defend himself, and continued to roll around on the bed, clutching his stomach.

Mu Yue was closer to the Crown Prince after all, so she immediately chose to believe him.

She tried her best to look fierce, glaring at the eldest prince, "Brother Baoqing is really going too far!"

"You started it, hurt Brother Baocheng, and then slandered him. Yue'er will never speak to you again. You're a bad brother!"

Mu Yue has a pair of round almond-shaped eyes, with clear black and white pupils that are slightly reddish. When she glares at people, she has no intimidating power at all.

But the eldest prince felt inexplicably nervous because of her words.

There weren't many children in the palace, and even fewer who were old enough to play with her.

The Crown Prince and Mu Yue were already close, and he had to put in a lot of effort to get the chance to play with them.

Unexpectedly, just for saying a few wrong words, he would be disliked by his younger sister, and the eldest prince's mood immediately soured.

He didn't care about anything else and immediately started circling around Mu Yue.

My not-so-bright brain is working at lightning speed, trying to find a suitable reason to justify my recent behavior.

Seeing his eldest son's anxious and flustered appearance, the Crown Prince breathed a sigh of relief.

He was somewhat relieved that he was smarter than the eldest prince and that his acting skills were decent; otherwise, he would be the one looking so flustered now.

He relaxed for a moment, his body went limp on the bed, and he forgot to pretend to be in pain.

Mu Yue appeared to be talking to her elder brother, but out of the corner of her eye, she did not miss the Crown Prince lying on the bed.

Seeing the Crown Prince's relieved expression, she immediately realized something was wrong.

She turned her head sharply, her gaze, filled with suspicion, immediately falling on the Crown Prince.

"Is Brother Baocheng really experiencing abdominal pain?"

She asked out of the blue.

While waiting for the Crown Prince's reply, she kept her eyes fixed on the expression on his face.

A look of panic appeared on the Crown Prince's face.

He tried to act like he had just done.

But Mu Yue wasn't fooled this time.

She wasn't actually that stupid; she was just too worried to notice the Crown Prince's obvious acting.

Now that she has realized something is wrong, she will naturally not be fooled by the Crown Prince's acting skills again.

Under Mu Yue's burning gaze, the Crown Prince's movements became increasingly stiff.

Finally, he remained in a twisted position on the bed, about to roll over but not quite.

Fortunately, children's bodies are more flexible, and they can easily do some of the more contorted postures that adults cannot do.

Otherwise, given the Crown Prince's current movements, he would definitely injure his back.

The Crown Prince's reaction at this moment seemed to confirm Mu Yue's suspicions.

All the negative emotions that had just been suppressed surged up again.

Mu Yue's already swollen eyes filled with tears again, and she burst into tears.

At the same time, she couldn't help but sob as she accused the Crown Prince, "Brother Baocheng is the worst!"

"You pushed Yue'er... and you even acted to deceive Yue'er... Yue'er will never talk to you again..."

As Mu Yue spoke, she cried and ran towards the Empress.

When Mu Yue asked the Crown Prince if he had an abdominal discomfort, the Empress already foresaw what would happen next.

After all, the two children are the same age and both are very smart, so it's hard for them to be fooled by each other.

She glanced helplessly at the prince, who was flustered and unsure of what to do, and opened her arms to welcome Mu Yue, who was running towards her.

Noticing that Mu Yue's eyes were red from crying, and worried that her daughter's eyes would be affected, she half-huddled Mu Yue and gently said some comforting words.

But Mu Yue couldn't listen to any of that at the moment.

The only sound in the entire inner hall was Mu Yue's aggrieved sobs.

The prince quickly rolled over and got out of bed.

His movements were too large, and he accidentally aggravated the wound on his arm, causing him to let out a faint cry of pain. However, this time he did not receive any response from Mu Yue.

He realized that if he didn't do something, he probably wouldn't be able to coax his sister back, so he quickly ran towards Mu Yue's direction.

"Yue'er... Brother Baocheng knows he was wrong... He will definitely not lie to Yue'er again. Yue'er, please forgive Brother Baocheng?"

As Mu Yue listened to the Crown Prince's anxious apology, her feelings of grievance grew stronger.

She moved her head and stretched out her hand, which was wrapped tightly in bandages, trying to cover her ears and prevent the prince's voice from reaching them.

However, her hands were wrapped into a ball, making it impossible for them to perfectly fit the shape of her ears and block out the prince's voice.

She could still hear a faint whisper of the Crown Prince's apology.

The Empress looked helplessly at Mu Yue, who seemed to want to hide her whole body in her arms. With a hint of indulgence, she half-embraced her, her slender, translucent fingers slowly combing through Mu Yue's somewhat messy hair, patiently waiting for her emotions to calm down.

After resolving Consort Hui's matter, Emperor Kangxi was preparing to visit the injured children.

Before even entering the inner hall, they could hear Mu Yue sobbing incessantly, and the Crown Prince apologizing beside her.

He was unaware of what had happened inside the palace, and immediately strode to the Empress's side, asking, "What happened? Why is Bao Cheng apologizing to Yue'er?"

The Empress looked somewhat helpless. Just as she was about to briefly recount what had just happened, the eldest prince, unable to contain his excitement, began chattering about how the Crown Prince had feigned injury to deceive Mu Yue.

As the eldest prince recounted his story, Mu Yue, whose sobs had subsided somewhat, cried even louder.

The Crown Prince tried to coax his sister for a long time without getting a response. To make matters worse, the First Prince told him about his acting in front of his most respected father, the Emperor. He felt extremely embarrassed and glared fiercely at the First Prince.

The eldest prince was not to be outdone and glared back.