Jiang Yingcheng ventured, "Uncles..."
"Little Highness!" Dong Kangsheng, the Illustrious Might General, exclaimed in alarm. "You slapped the floor several times just now, and your hands are all dirty. I'll find a palace maid and get you a damp cloth to wipe them!"
Jiang Yingcheng raised her hands in bewilderment and looked. There was indeed a very obvious layer of black dust on them, so she nodded. "Okay, thank you, Uncle Dong~"
Dong Kangsheng breathed a sigh of relief, turned, and left.
Jiang Yingcheng turned her gaze toward the man beside her. "Then, Uncle..."
Yan Yuebin, the Mighty Martial General, felt his scalp tighten. "Little Highness, I just saw a palace servant bring in some freshly steamed cakes. I'll fetch you a couple!"
Jiang Yingcheng looked up at the long table on the other side of the hall reserved for pastries, and her eyes lit up. "Yes, yes! Thank you, Uncle Yan!"
Yan Yuebin shot his colleagues a look that told them they were on their own, then hurried away.
"Uncle Zhu..."
"Are you thirsty, Your Highness? Would you like a nice, warm fruit drink?"
"Uncle Gao?"
Every excuse Gao Siyuan had thought of had already been used by the men called upon before him. After struggling for a long while, he finally managed, "I'm rather worried about the Virtue-Returning General's condition. I'd better go check on him first!"
"Oh, okay..."
Yan Yuebin wandered back and forth around the pastry table, as though trying to pick out the two most delicious pieces.
Zhu Qian personally picked up the hot drinks and tasted them one by one, seemingly intent on finding the cup best suited to the little girl.
Dong Kangsheng went so far as to follow a palace maid out of Cloudbrook Hall, apparently off to prepare a damp towel