Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

   Chapter 773 The Tyrant's Little Princess (25)

  Black and White Duanzi turned around, "Oh?"

  The sunlight outside shone on its chubby head, and those beautiful jewel-like tiger pupils were actually more pure than the blue sky outside.

   Its forelimbs rested on the window sill, and its hind legs stepped on an antique vase.

  The tail is upturned, vivid, and has an excellent sense of balance.

  The Son of Heaven came slowly with his hands behind his back, opened the window sill a little, and said in a flat tone, "If you don't have a place to live, you can come to me."

   "Even if it is, thank you." He looked at it quietly with his dark phoenix eyes, speaking concisely.

  “.” It quietly looked back.

  Late at night, after taking a bath, Princess Chu Yang lay on the soft silkworm ice mat, looking at her bandaged hands, lost her mind.

  Her hands are thin, with white fingertips. Under the light of the sleeping lamp, they are like porcelain, so white that they reflect light.

  The nails on the fingertips are crystal clear, half-length but not long, and somewhat sharp.

  The wound on her palm had healed, but she still didn't take off the bandage Que Yan had tied on her.

  When Yingchun asked, she only said that she was accidentally scratched by a flower branch, which frightened all the maids and even called the imperial physician.

  Yun Si lay on the bed, thinking about what Que Yan said during the day.

  He said that if you have nowhere to go, you can go to him.

   Does that mean she can go to sleep with him?

   Yun Si was a little moved.

  Since she returned to the palace, Que Yan seems to have forgotten about her, and has never summoned her.

  Although the maids in Changle Palace are very dedicated, and the office in charge also delivers daily necessities with the best specifications, but...

  He doesn't look for her.

  Although Yingchun mentioned to her that the emperor's family relationship is weak, he would never maintain the so-called brother-sister relationship.

   Those princesses before were even worse than her.

  A majestic princess can’t even take a step in the palace, and there are special guards every day, let alone meeting the emperor.

  As she listened, she still had a glimmer of hope in her heart, thinking that living in the palace, she might be able to see each other from time to time.

   Or just meet once in a while.

   But obviously, she was wrong.

  Although she lives in the West Palace now, the emperor has no concubines at all, not even a court lady to warm the bed, so he will not enter the West Palace at all.

   Now, the chance of the two meeting by chance is zero.

  Plus, she is just a little princess now, and he doesn't take it to heart if she speaks lightly.

  So, unless he specially summoned her, she couldn't go to him rashly.

  Yun Si rolled over on the big bed, looked at her bandaged hands, and sighed.

  But now. If you use the identity of a tiger.

  She was thoughtful.

  After a quarter of an hour, the woman on the bed disappeared.

  The quilt is covered, with a slight bulge in the middle. If you don't look carefully, you will only think that the person on the bed is fast asleep, and you won't find that there are only pillows inside.

  At the door, the maid guarded quietly, not daring to make a sound.

  Until a shadow fell, at the linden tree next to the palace wall, one of the maids took out the daily records that had been written and sent them over.

  The maid next to her looked forward, as if she didn't see it.

   "The princess' right hand was injured today." The maid handed the record to the guard and said in a low voice.

   "The tying style is double-layered and curved. According to predictions, it should be made by His Majesty."

  The hidden guard did not make a sound, took the record and left like a shadow.

  The maid also lifted her skirt and quietly returned to her seat.

  The others were also all quiet, guarding the Changle Palace.

  (end of this chapter)