Jiang Yanchuan was reviewing memorials.
Although he had granted his ministers three days off, that did not mean he could relax completely and take a break himself.
He was only halfway through when the little one, who had declared she was going out to play, came charging in, puffing with anger. She did not even bother lifting her skirt as she stumbled over to his side and grabbed his robe.
She said nothing, her face full of hurt.
"What happened?" Jiang Yanchuan put down the Cinnabar Brush and bent down to scoop her up, teasing, "Who upset Great Rui's most beloved Little Princess?"
He knew why the little one had left the palace and could more or less guess why she was reacting this way, but wisely chose to keep himself out of the line of fire.
Jiang Yingcheng promptly buried her head in her beautiful imperial father's chest and let out a muffled, drawn-out "Mmm-"
The scene of utter pandemonium from earlier replayed in her mind.
She knew she could not really blame her uncles, but having those mountains of gold and silver fly away when they had been practically within her grasp still left her terribly upset!
[My money's gone!!]
[Boohoo, Chengcheng's money's gone, waaaah-]
Jiang Yanchuan's movements froze suspiciously for a moment. After a long pause, he slowly reached out and patted her back.
He changed the subject. "Did you give everyone their presents?"
Jiang Yingcheng still did not lift her head. Keeping her face buried against him, she drew out her words, sounding utterly aggrieved. "I gave them out-"
Although she had her own little schemes for today's trip outside the palace, she had not forgotten to bring along the gifts she had picked up on her travels for her uncles and aunties.
Remembering her uncles'