Guagua patted his little chest. Thank goodness, thank goodness-his little life was safe at last!
His host could be terribly petty. If he angered her, getting her to spend anything with him would be nothing but a fool's dream!
Without her spending, how was he supposed to earn energy? How was he supposed to woo Lingling?
Thank goodness he was quick on his feet!
Song Yaoyao had been enjoying a rather leisurely few days, but life had been far less pleasant for the Second Prince and the others in the palace.
Back when he helped his imperial father handle state affairs, he had only been responsible for one area. Now he had to do everything himself. It was exhausting him to death!
If he hadn't brought two advisers along to help, he wouldn't even have had time to eat.
Thinking of how his imperial father used to stay up until midnight every day before he could sleep, he began to feel sorry for him!
He had only been doing this for a few days, and his body was already struggling to hold up. His imperial father did it every single day. He truly had worked hard!
No wonder Princess Jiahe had run off so quickly!
Once his imperial father received news of Illusion City's downfall, he would surely send more people over. Then he wouldn't be so exhausted.
Meanwhile, as Song Yaoyao and the others patrolled the streets that day, they heard someone cursing from a distance:
"You little turtle-spawn! You stole my food, and you still had the nerve to complain about this and that.
You ate radishes for free and still complained they were too spicy!
You little punk, don't let me catch you, or I'll break your legs!"
As Song Yaoyao and the others approached,