After the divorce, the princess was forced to raise a sickly villain

"Chu Qinghuang." Chu Tianzheng saw that she was silent again, and he didn't know what she was thinking, and he became more and more angry, "You--"

"The Imperial Guards are coming! The Imperial Guards are coming!" The long-lost voice of a baby girl rang out, instantly pulling Chu Qinghuang back to her thoughts.

She looked up and didn't see any small animals or birds, but she was sure that this "little demon spirit" should be next to her. The voice sounded particularly clear, soft and tender, and very cute.

"Chu Qinghuang, what are you looking at?" Chu Tianzheng saw that her movements were different, and he couldn't help but follow her line of sight. He only saw a blue sky and white clouds. When his eyes turned, tall and dense branches and leaves came into view, and there was nothing else.

Chu Tianzheng frowned, and couldn't help but suspect that Chu Qinghuang was playing tricks again.

"The Imperial Guards are here." Chu Qinghuang retracted her gaze and reminded indifferently, "I advise you to go back with them obediently. Your father may just give you a small punishment or a severe warning, otherwise..."

"Chu Qinghuang!" Chu Tianzheng rushed over, "You——"

"Your Highness the Fifth Prince." A sound of footsteps came hurriedly, and Chu Xuanyi's calm and cold voice sounded, "The Emperor has ordered us to take the Fifth Prince back to the palace immediately."

Chu Tianzheng's steps froze in an instant, and he turned his head in disbelief and saw Chu Xuanyi and the imperial guards with swords in yellow armor behind him.

Chu Xuanyi waved his hand, and the Imperial Guards immediately surrounded Chu Tianzheng: "Please ask the Fifth Prince to come back to the palace with us."

Chu Tianzheng turned his head to look at Chu Qinghuang, his face livid: "What did you complain to your father?"

Chu Qinghuang sat under the sycamore tree without moving, her posture was leisurely and lazy, and she had the demeanor of a mastermind: "Go back to the palace and explain to your father. If your father orders a caning, I will go to plead for you later."

Chu Xuanyi and the Imperial Guards understood that the Princess wanted the Fifth Prince to be caned.

After they returned, they would truthfully report the Fifth Prince's offense and rude behavior to the Princess, and they would definitely fulfill the Princess's wish.

So Chu Tianzheng was forcibly taken away by the Imperial Guards in such an embarrassing manner, and while walking, he angrily scolded Chu Qinghuang for being an unfilial and rebellious girl, an ungrateful wolf, and a lunatic.

Chu Qinghuang didn't care.

The more fiercely he scolded, the heavier the punishment he would receive after returning to the palace.

"Fu Cang." Chu Qinghuang put down the teacup, leaned lazily against the tree trunk, and looked at Fu Cang who had returned from completing the mission, "Am I too cruel?"

"The master is not cruel." Fu Cang walked over, knelt down in front of the table, and poured a cup of tea for Chu Qinghuang, "The master is the most gentle master in the world."

Chu Qinghuang's eyes were subtle, the most gentle master in the world?

She really wanted to know how he could say such an evaluation against his will?

"But Chu Tianzheng said that this palace is a demon god, a female Rakshasa."

"The master is not." Fu Cang insisted.

"Not what?"

"Not a demon god." Fu Cang lowered his eyebrows, "The master is very gentle."

Chu Qinghuang raised her hand and rubbed her eyebrows. She was unworthy of the word gentle, and she really didn't dare to apply it to herself.

If Fu Cang was not a person who was not good at lying, she would definitely ask him if he would feel guilty for saying this? But well, he thought she was gentle, probably because the original owner was an extremely cruel person. In comparison, her attitude towards Fu Cang was indeed somewhat gentle.

"Let's continue practicing the piano."

Fu Cang was silent for a moment: "Master, don't you want to search the Ling family?"

Chu Qinghuang raised her eyebrows: "Do you want me to search the Ling family now?"

Fu Cang didn't say anything, his drooping eyelids concealed the coldness in his eyes. Thinking of the painting and those hobby tools found in Ling Jing's room, murderous intent resurfaced.

"The Ling family deserves death." His attitude was respectful and gentle, but his voice was as cold and poisonous as ice, "Everyone deserves death."

Chu Qinghuang raised her eyebrows slightly.

Painting?

What painting?

She looked at Fu Cang thoughtfully, not ignoring the murderous intent emanating from him, and was silent for a moment: "It's only a matter of time before the Ling family is searched, but most of the Ling family's embezzled proceeds are sealed in the warehouse. The warehouse has eight doors and eight keys. This palace needs to get these keys in advance before going to search the house."

Ling Ancheng is more cautious in doing things, and he won't be as careless as Minister Hong. It's inevitable that there are some talents who are good at mechanical arts under the generals, and the eight doors are not so easy to crack.

"I will go get the key tonight." Fu Cang said, hesitating slightly, "I just need Hongyu's help."

"Hongyu?" Chu Qinghuang raised an eyebrow.

"He is good at soul-stealing and can find out the whereabouts of the key more quickly."

Chu Qinghuang was silent for a moment, and said meaningfully: "Fu Cang, you know these servants in my backyard very well."

Fu Cang was stunned and fell silent instantly.