After the incident in the underground secret chamber ended, Jiang Yingcheng's beautiful imperial father expressly forbade her from leaving the palace until the New Year's Banquet was over.
Jiang Yingcheng did indeed stay "obediently" in the palace for a few days.
-"Obediently" was her own description.
Ever since she had seen the roomful of gold, silver, and jewels Prince Xin had prepared for his mother inside that cenotaph, her mind had begun whirring.
Although her imperial father and mother were both still alive and well, she very much wanted to give them that much gold, silk, pearls, and jade too.
As it happened, the New Year's Banquet was approaching, and officials from every ministry had plenty of matters to report at the palace at any given moment. This also made it convenient for Jiang Yingcheng to intercept the uncles she knew along the way.
"Make money?"
Jiao Hongmiao, the Minister of Revenue, looked in bewilderment at the little girl before him, who was bundled up almost into a ball, and instinctively began pulling out his purse. "Have you run out of pocket money for pastries, Little Highness? I happen to have brought some spending money today-"
"No, no!" Jiang Yingcheng hastily waved her hands. "Uncle Changshun prepared lots of pastries!"
Jiao Hongmiao lowered his gaze and finally took in the scene before him.
The little girl had brought a small folding stool and stationed herself on the route officials had to take when entering or leaving the palace. Two charcoal braziers stood beside her feet, while the Four Great Guards behind her carried several food boxes and blankets. Clearly, she intended to keep intercepting people here for quite some time.
Jiao Hongmiao shuddered, a sense of imminent danger surging through him. "How about this? Once I've finished handling my affairs