Time flew.
-That was the officials' perspective.
Each day dragged on like a year.
-That was Jiang Tinghuai's history of blood and tears.
Over the past two months, the little girl's daily "escape" attempts had gradually expanded from Morning Court to every hour of the day and night. The moment Jiang Tinghuai let his guard slip, she would start scheming for any chance to run.
She no longer even brought her little bundle. As long as she could get away, that was enough.
After two months, he had visibly lost weight.
The little girl, meanwhile...
Had grown increasingly irritable as time passed.
Specifically-
"This subject believes that while His Majesty is away on campaign, our court should keep all things simple, dress frugally, and eat plain meals. This would not only save more silver for military supplies, but also serve as a prayer to Heaven, that it might bless the soldiers of Great Rui with invincibility, free from illness and calamity."
Having spoken, the man bowed deeply, the very picture of a noble official exhausting himself for Great Rui, worrying for his country and its people.
Jiang Tinghuai's expression darkened on the spot.
Yesterday had been the birthday of his eighth brother, Jiang Qiuyu. He had specifically instructed the imperial kitchens to prepare extra food. For once, the little girl had not plotted an escape, instead begging her Uncle Liaochen to take her out of the palace to buy plenty of her favorite little pastries. She had also gathered the brothers and sisters she liked for a proper celebration at Fengjin Hall.
And for that alone, someone had lodged a complaint today.
Jiang Yingcheng was furious with the man, too.
Agitated, she flipped through her information at lightning speed. Within moments, her thoughts were already a stream of "profanity": *[As