For the rest of the journey, Jiang Yingcheng followed her handsome imperial father in unusual silence, neither crying nor making a fuss, and focused entirely on brainstorming.
The methods she came up with for escaping punishment were as varied as flowers in bloom, including but not limited to-
Feigning unconsciousness, feigning illness, and looking pitiful.
Clumsy as these tricks were, against someone like her imperial father, who had seen every kind of devious scheme, they would surely work wonders... right?
Jiang Yingcheng lifted her moist, almond-shaped eyes and stole one glance after another at her handsome imperial father.
Having listened the whole way as the little girl planned how to deal with him, Jiang Yanchuan finally raised his hand when she glanced at him, bent a finger, and lightly flicked her smooth forehead.
Little rascal.
"Ow!"
Jiang Yingcheng covered her flicked forehead, utterly heartbroken: [Boohoo, Father doesn't care about Chengcheng anymore, boohoo-]
She would have to think of a new plan!
Luo Fuying and Sheng Shixu woke up just as they returned to the Cold Palace.
Sheng Shixu rubbed his terribly sore neck and shoulders a couple of times. His eyes shifted, and he pieced together almost everything that had happened before he lost consciousness. After casting Jiang Xingran a resentful glance, he obediently followed the others.
The whole group was deathly subdued until Luo Fuying opened her eyes.
She had already been scared out of her wits in the Underground Palace, then suddenly knocked unconscious by Yu Xingmian just before they left. The moment she woke, her gaze collided with Jiang Huai'an's as he poked his head through the doorway to look inside.
Under this succession of blows, Luo Fuying pointed toward Jiang Huai'an, let out a shriek, and fainted again.
An even more indescribable, deathly silence fell