Chapter 791 The Tyrant's Little Princess (43)

  The next second, Yun Si appeared in her Changle Palace, lying on the bed.

  The sky outside has gradually turned gray, and the maids who got up early are already sweeping the floor.

  Yun Si, who hadn't slept all night, was lying on the bed, unbelievably quiet.

   After a long time, until the sun came in from the window, she slowly closed her eyes and retracted into the quilt.

   One sleep, no dream.

  During this period of time, above the court, the subjects found that the emperor, who had always been cloudy and uncertain, was even more terrifying and moody, as if he had fallen in love with a killing game.

  The Minister of the Household Department was greedy for some small money, so he killed him.

  The servant of the Ministry of War is lustful, he opened casinos and brothels privately, killed, and strangled.

  The youngest son of the Grand Master’s family robbed the women of the people, was thrown into the court, and was sent directly to the frontiers, exiled into the army, and could never return to Beijing.

   The punishment was ten times heavier than before.

  For a while, everyone in the court was in danger, and those who made small movements did not dare to move at all during this period, for fear that the emperor's killing intent would come upon them.

  The emperor was in a bad mood, but the worst thing was actually the eunuchs who were accompanying him.

   When serving, I didn’t dare to breathe heavily, even when serving tea and water, I was very cautious.

  Poor Wang Gonggong is so old that he can't shake his hands when serving tea. Every time he comes out of the study, there is a burst of cold sweat on his back, which drenches his clothes.

   All the little eunuchs under him, especially, raised their heads in fear every day, for fear that they would fall off if they were not careful.

  While serving, the prince was trying to figure out what the emperor was thinking.

   Having been by his side for many years, he can roughly figure out a thing or two on weekdays, but this time, he really doesn't know why.

   After contemplating for a long time, the prince still didn't dare to talk nonsense, and only served him wholeheartedly every day, trembling.

  Changle Palace.

  Yingchun walked into the hall with red dates and bird's nest soup, and then gently placed it on the table.

  The maid following behind carried the fruit basket and followed suit.

   "Princess, the dining room has brought freshly cooked bird's nest, would you like to eat some?"

  The beauty who was reading a book on the bed took a look, then put down the book, "Can you add sugar?"

   "Don't worry, Your Highness, the people in the dining room know that the princess likes sweets, so they have added enough sugar."

  She hummed casually and put down the book.

   "What kind of fruit did you give this time?"

  The maid saluted respectfully, and replied respectfully, "It's a winter jujube, just picked, and it's very sweet. Try it, Your Highness, and if it's delicious, I'll go get some more."

   "Well, back off."

  Beauty was pampered to become more and more bright and tender. With one arm supporting her face, she scooped up the bird's nest in the bowl with a porcelain spoon, and ate it in small mouthfuls.

  The bright red lips were quickly moisturized like flower petals.

  The soup is very sweet, which is the sweetness she likes. The people in the dining room really put a lot of thought into it, and no one can find fault with it.

  After eating quietly, she wiped her lips with a handkerchief.

  Afterwards, he randomly took two dates, lay lazily on the bed, and ate while reading.

   Quietly, but also have a leisurely life.

  The maid saw that she had finished eating, so she stepped forward to clean up.

   Lian'er saw that she was always so lazy, so she couldn't help but say, "Your Highness, the sun outside today is very good, would you like to go out for a walk? Take a break?"

"Need not."

  She didn't lift her eyelids, and her voice was cold.

  (end of this chapter)