Jiang Yingcheng was overjoyed.
All along the way, she happily swung her little legs inside her imperial father's Imperial Carriage, her thoughts chattering away without pause.
[Ahh, ahh, the air outside is so fresh!]
[Chengcheng is breathing fresh air while Seventh Prince and the others are studying. Good heavens, that's double the happiness!]
[Where should I go play next? Maybe I should go find the one in the Cold Palace-]
"Yingcheng," Jiang Yanchuan suddenly said, "I'll have an Imperial Physician examine you shortly. If nothing is wrong, you can go back to the Academy."
Jiang Yingcheng abruptly froze, as though an electric current had shot into the tips of her toes, which had been swinging just a moment ago, and raced through her entire body.
She swayed and collapsed against her handsome imperial father, saying weakly, "D-dizzy..."
Jiang Yanchuan: "..."
Jiang Yanchuan took her straight to Wuyang Hall.
A Shadow Guard had hurried over earlier to report that Jiang Huai'an had barged into the little one's classroom with his men and seemingly intended to attack her. He had therefore left all the ministers in the hall and gone to the Academy himself.
The ministers were still standing where he had left them. Astonishment covered their faces as they watched Emperor Mingze carry the little princess all the way to the Throne atop the dais.
The ministers: "..."
They had thought the exclusive favor he had shown her during morning court was already the limit. Apparently, he could still exceed their wildest expectations.
Still, everyone who had climbed to this position was shrewd. They calmly lowered their heads and eyes, continuing their previous discussion as though they had seen nothing.
Quite a few of them still opposed attacking Beiming.
They cited the classics and dissected the problems of the day, yet