Liang Siyin pursed her lips: "It's understandable when you think about it. Mr. Tao is an upright person, and Tao Ning is his only relative, so he will accept his fate."

Kou Yuexi gritted her teeth: "I will never let Tao Ning get away with it!"

After finishing speaking, she slammed the handkerchief, turned and left quickly.

Behind Kou Yuexi, Liang Siyin smiled slightly.

She went to the Palace Affairs Department instead, intending to receive the Liutai Baomo that Gu Nuoer gave her.

But who would have imagined that when he entered the door of the main hall of the Palace Affairs Department, he saw Tao Ning holding that piece of precious ink for viewing.

The aunt in charge of the palace affairs department stood beside her with an apologetic smile on her face.

"Mo is good, I want it." After Tao Ning said, he handed it to the maid beside him.

Liang Siyin frowned and went in: "Why do you say you want it? Your Royal Highness has already given me this ink."

Tao Ning turned his head, with a mocking smile on his face.

"Only you can use such good ink? His Highness Shen is in a coma, and you, as his female history, have nothing to record. Isn't it a waste for Baomo to give you?"

"I'm with His Highness the Crown Prince, just when I need this inkstone, I advise you not to compete with me."

After all, Tao Ning had a strong attitude: "Let's go."

Liang Siyin chased after her, grabbed her wrist, and tried to **** the inkstone held by the maid.

"give me back!"

However, before her hand touched the inkstone, she was slapped on the face by Tao Ning.

Liang Siyin staggered two steps, and the aunt in charge hurriedly supported her.

"You dare to hit me?" Liang Siyin covered her face with anger in her eyes.

Tao Ning raised his head proudly: "So what if I hit you? I told you a long time ago, don't fight with me! Liang Siyin, if you have the ability, ask His Highness Shen to stand up and make decisions for you."

"Now without His Highness Shen's protection, besides begging the princess, who else can you ask for help?"

"However, I advise you to save your energy. Her Royal Highness is so busy and has to deal with your troubles. You are really ashamed to be alive, and you will take up space when you die."

Afterwards, Tao Ning smiled mockingly, turned around and left.

Liang Siyin clenched her lower lip and stared at her back.

The aunt in charge was shocked: "Nv Shi Liang, the corner of your mouth is bleeding!"

Liang Siyin didn't care about it at all.

She gritted her teeth tightly, thinking in her heart—

Tao Ning, you forced me to do this!

…

At this time, Ye Siming returned from outside.

He was entrusted by Ling Ping today to help him see how well the Imperial Guards are trained.

As soon as he returned to Qianli Palace, the maid from the Sifangfang sent over a ball of cotton.

"This is some processed cotton that the prince wants, and it has been tied tightly."

Ye Siming checked with lowered eyes, then nodded lightly, "Thank you."

He walked into the courtyard of Qianli Palace, and when he passed under a sycamore tree, he heard a familiar voice from above—

"Amitabha."

Ye Siming paused.

He raised his eyebrows slightly and looked up.

Sure enough, Kongjue sat on the tree trunk, clasped his hands, and still had that compassionate smile on his face.

"Baldhead, why did you go up there today?" Ye Siming asked with a sneer.

Kong Jue looked down at him: "Master Hou, I have said many times that the poor monk is a monk, not a bald head."

"Sitting here, you can see as high as you can see, without seeing anything in front of you, you will know that the world is full of beautiful scenery."

Ye Siming: ...

He was a little impatient: "Speak human words."

Kongjue smiled: "I can't go down, Lord Hou help me."

Ye Siming sneered, "I knew it."

Afterwards, with a flick of his hand, he grabbed Kongjue's collar and slid him down.