"What are you waiting for? If you don't hurry, you won't even get near the emperor's horse's legs. You'd better wise up, get over there, show your loyalty, and make it clear you're close to Jiang Shuyue. As long as the emperor likes you, no one can do anything to you."
Luck points were what mattered.
Besides, the punishment was hanging over her. Even if she couldn't get a reward, she didn't want to be electrocuted again.
Lan Ruoyue took the diagrams for the new weapon and headed for the Imperial Palace.
The business at the clinic was just small potatoes. Even if she lost the bet, as long as she remained useful, the Fourth Prince would protect her.
If the emperor protected her too, even the Marquis of Zhennan would have nothing to say.
Lan Ruoyue spurred her horse on and hurried over.
Half an hour later, Huahua shook the half-asleep Jiang Shuyue awake: [Wake up, wake up! The emperor landed on his face and took a spectacular tumble!!]
By then, they had finished distributing medicine, and everyone had returned to the Marquisate of Southern Pacification for a small gathering.
Only Jiang Wujie had accompanied Fang Moting home.
While Jiang Shuyue had been dreaming earlier, her head had been full of hot pot, and Huahua had been chattering beside her about beef tripe, beef, and little meatballs. For some inexplicable reason, everyone had ended up craving the same thing.
They had originally wanted to invite the emperor over for a few bites too, but when they heard he had fallen, everyone... was actually rather pleased.
"Brother Murong, my imperial brother actually fell over-and landed on his face! Can you believe it?"
That served him right for running and bouncing around in front of him every day. He wondered how