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"I was just worried that Little Jing would be bored eavesdropping outside alone. If you were worried, you could have come in."
"Who's worried about you! I'm afraid you might have some ulterior motives towards Little Eight!"
"I'm telling you guys..." Facing the people in front of him...
Love and hate
The male-male duo, Zhu Bafu tried to interrupt...
"Ah? Is that so... I did indeed have ulterior motives. Little Eight is more and more lovable the more I look at him. So small and soft, so cute that even if he were a boy, I would still show him some favor."
"You dare call me 'Little Eight'?"
Okay, obviously, interrupting was pointless; nobody paid her any attention. One guy was worried he'd said something too harsh and didn't want to let her in to comfort the poor guy, so he just sat there drawing circles by the door. And the other guy, knowing someone was eavesdropping, deliberately said ambiguous things to annoy him... Young Master, Your Majesty ... she didn't care about your love-hate relationship, but this kind of nonsense was going to ruin her, okay?
"Young Master, Your Majesty..."
"I've decided to make that Pig Kid my brother-in-law. From now on, he and I will be family, much closer than you!"
"Hmph! Who cares! Close relatives can't marry anyway."
"... You still want to get married?"
"What? It's not allowed?"
"So, I can turn my brother-in-law into that kind of person?"
"... You two, get this over with!" Seriously! Don't they respect her opinion at all? Do they think she's some kind of tough guy? They're brazenly discussing marriage with her right in front of her! "Your Majesty, Young Master, please listen carefully to what this humble commoner has to say!"
"... Little Eight?"
"Brother-in-law?"
With a slight curve of his red lips, Zhu Bafu laughed heartlessly, each word and lip movement perfectly executed.
"My Zhu Household has had only one son for three generations. Passion for Cut Sleeves Longyang, my family's cigarettes don't want that!"
"..."
"..."
The main street outside the palace is some distance from the back gate. It is heavily guarded after nightfall, with Night Cavalry Patrol making rounds to prevent unscrupulous individuals from approaching the palace.
They escorted His Your Majesty to the main street outside the palace, stopping there to prevent the Night Cavalry Patrol from mistaking them for criminals and shooting them on the spot. Zhu Bafu looked at His Your Majesty with concern, "You really... will go back, won't you?"
"Don't worry. Since I promised my brother-in-law, I will naturally keep my word."
"... Tch, who knows, he might slip away to a brothel and be with a woman the moment we turn our backs," Li Chenjing, standing to the side, couldn't help but complain.
"Hehe. Little Jing, have some common sense, okay? There are plenty of women out there if I want to hug someone. I don't need to go to a brothel. Since I promised my brother-in-law, I will return to the palace properly." With his Imperial Noble Consort on his head, His Your Majesty smiled innocently.
"Alright. Then the Young Master and I will see you off here." With a sigh, Zhu Bafu stepped back to leave, but suddenly remembered something and turned back. "Your Majesty... there's something else..."
"So, Little Eight Prince is also reluctant to part with me and wants to return to the palace with me? Very well!"
"I told you, you can't call him 'Little Eight'!"
Ignoring His Your Majesty's wild imagination and the Young Master's complaints, Zhu Bafu, with a solemn and stern expression, clasped his hands together and raised them above his head, "I beg Your Majesty to make sure you report to the three Noble Consort Empress, lest this humble subject lose his head."
With a gentle smile, His Your Majesty nodded in agreement, "Alright, for the sake of Little Eight, I will go and report to them one by one. I'll trouble my Imperial Noble Consort to accompany me."
"Meow--" The Persian Cat lazily above my head hummed.
The Night Cavalry Patrol were patrolling in their direction. The man with the cat on his head didn't flinch, but turned and strode out. The night breeze gently blew his brocade robes, and the red lanterns of the night street flickered across his figure. The dozens of riders stopped abruptly upon seeing him. The lead horseman hurriedly dismounted and led the rest of the riders to kneel respectfully in salute, waving his hand with an air of noble authority. He mounted the lead horse, spurred it on, and galloped to her side. He tightened the reins and looked down at the two people standing before his horse's hooves with a condescending smile. He was completely different from the Young Master Piao who had been befriending them in the marketplace. His innate imperial majesty almost blinded Zhu Bafu.
"I returned to the palace in high spirits today, and my two beloved ministers have served me well in accompanying me." The Your Majesty spoke softly from his tall horse, his gaze lingering on her several times before turning to the Young Master beside her. Finally, he smiled and said, "We will discuss and reward those who have rendered meritorious service on another day."
He uttered a resounding, imperial remark, and before she could even kneel in gratitude, he immediately turned his horse around and galloped towards the palace gate.
The dragon Qi that emanated from the whipping of its tail was not something she had seen described in books or plays, nor was it something she had heard her Old Man recount. It turned out that the "dragon Qi" her Old Man spoke of truly existed, and it was enveloping this guy who hid in brothels, indulging in debauchery, and keeping a Persian Cat that roamed around aimlessly.
Could it be as Father said, that the current emperor is born with the dragon Qi, and although he may seem absent-minded and cynical, he is actually very perceptive and discerning, a hidden dragon waiting to be unused, and if one day he can break through his shackles, he will surely become a wise ruler for all time?
A wise ruler for a lifetime... If His Your Majesty can truly ascend to the throne and rule personally, wouldn't the injustice suffered by the Zhu Household finally be redressed? As long as the Zhu Household is cleared of all charges and is no longer considered guilty, she can suggest that her father resign and return to his hometown, leaving this place of trouble as soon as possible. Then she and Xiaojiu wouldn't have to live such a hard life anymore.
Is he really that good-looking?
Suddenly, her waist tightened, and she was pulled into the man's arms behind her. Her thoughts were abruptly disrupted, and she heard the Young Master's muffled complaints in her ears. She turned around in a daze, and a warm breath rushed from her shoulder. The Young Master's nose and lips suddenly loomed in front of her. His delicate lip lines brushed past her nose and landed directly on her lips. Her pupils dilated, and when she blinked, her eyelashes brushed against his eyelids.