The grand plan to stage an accident and demand compensation had hit a dead end.
Jiang Yingcheng stubbornly got up from the corner, brushed the dust off herself, and craned her neck to look around.
[Which sucker should I pick~] Her inner voice was full of sly mischief.
"!!!"
The ministers who had watched the whole affair hurriedly turned away, each looking at the sky or the ground, refusing to look back.
They feared that a single exchange of glances would get them pressed into service by the little princess.
[Ah!]
The ministers clustered together all shuddered involuntarily, watching Jiang Yingcheng's movements out of the corners of their eyes.
The little princess was moving!
The little princess was running toward them!!
The little princess... had run past them and kept going?!
They let out long sighs of relief, then turned their heads in unison, eager to witness the birth of the unlucky sucker.
"Lord Yuan!" Jiang Yingcheng waved as she ran. "It's me, Lord Yuan!"
[It's your favorite Chengcheng!]
Yuan Liangping was not far from them, so naturally, he had heard her remarks about "finding a sucker." As he turned around, he felt that bitter sense of wanting to cry but having no tears: just as he had expected.
"Your Little Highness," Yuan Liangping said with difficulty, "is there some important matter you need me for?"
One last glimmer of hope remained in his eyes.
Please, say you only wanted to say hello.
"Chengcheng hasn't been to the Academy for two whole days." Jiang Yingcheng smiled shyly, fidgeting. "My craving for studying has kicked in~"
Yuan Liangping: "..."
The ministers eavesdropping nearby: "..."
Do you even believe that yourself?!
Naturally, Jiang Yingcheng did not believe it either.
The moment those words left her mouth, her cheeks flushed crimson, as though