Open the Door! If You've Got the Nerve to Hide My Little Brother, You've Got the Nerve to Open the Door!!

Jiang Yingcheng dragged Jiang Xingran into hiding beside the path the ministers had to take when leaving the palace from Wuyang Hall, her gaze fixed on the minister approaching them.

The dry branches around them had torn several holes in his robe, making Jiang Xingran's perpetually icy little face look even more chilling.

Oblivious, Jiang Yingcheng turned to him and quietly confirmed their plan.

"In a minute, Chengcheng will dart out and lie down right in front of him," Jiang Yingcheng said, her eyes sparkling as they always did when discussing things like this. "Then Chengcheng will start wailing, and you'll come out, Seventh Brother, and accuse him of kicking Chengcheng over!"

"Then we'll use that to force him to take us out of the palace!"

"If he refuses, we'll say we're telling Father and getting Father to punish him!"

"Then he'll be so scared and flustered, he'll definitely..."

"He heard you," Jiang Xingran interrupted coldly.

Jiang Yingcheng said, "Impossible!"

She was speaking so quietly, and that man was still so far away. How could he possibly have heard her?

Reality soon dealt her a heavy blow, however, as Jiang Xingran continued, "He's leaving."

Jiang Yingcheng whipped her head around.

Sure enough, the minister who had been walking toward them had turned around and was hurrying back the way he had come!

"Ah..." Jiang Yingcheng froze for a moment.

That still definitely wasn't because he heard Chengcheng talking! she thought stubbornly.

Jiang Yingcheng refused to give up on this fat sheep practically delivered to her mouth. "Then... while he's still nearby, why don't we chase him down and fake an accident?"

Although this was the path all the senior ministers had to take out of the palace, no one had passed by for ages. Neither of them had any idea