The Adventures of the Crying Princess

next morning

Yuwen Ji woke up slowly and saw Yi Tong humming a little tune while wiping his sword. He couldn't help but curl his lips, "What's the matter? Why are you so happy?"

"Master, you're awake!" Yi Tong put away his careless look and hurried forward to serve, "Are you thirsty or hungry? Otherwise, shall I ask Doctor Guo to take a look?"

"No need, I am still..." Yuwen Ji propped himself up slightly, startled for a moment, and then reacted. How could he sleep so well tonight after being beaten so hard yesterday?

Not only that, after waking up, he felt that his injuries had mostly healed. "Divine Doctor Guo is getting more and more amazing. I feel much better now."

Yi Tong was overjoyed, "That's good, that's good. Your Majesty, are you hungry?"

"A little bit." Yuwen Ji nodded slightly, "Did Xiaobai get scared last night?"

Yi Tong felt a little guilty and didn't know how to respond. He stood up and wanted to escape, "Your Majesty, I forgot that there is medicine brewing in the kitchen."

"Come back here..."

Before he could finish, Yi Tong had already rushed out.

After a cup of tea, Bai Yimeng kicked the door open and threw a basket of herbs on the table.

Perhaps he did not notice Yuwen Ji, as he sat down on the ground, fanning himself with a palm-leaf fan.

"The ground is cold, get up." Yuwen Ji originally didn't want to see her in this state, but when he saw her like this, he couldn't help but find it funny.

"you're awake?"

"Well, where have you been? Are you so tired?" Looking at Bai Yimeng's sweaty face, he felt both distressed and amused.

“Collecting herbs!”

Yuwen Ji chuckled, perhaps because he moved too much and stretched his wound, his face instantly twisted into a ball.

Bai Yimeng got up and handed him a pill, "Take it!"

Yuwen Ji hesitated for a moment, took it and swallowed it, "What kind of medicine is so bitter?"

"Poison, intestinal poison." Bai Yimeng sat at the table with his legs crossed. "Tell me, have you ever done anything bad in your life? Tell me, maybe when I'm in a better mood, I'll give you the antidote."

"Xiaobai, were you scared last night?" Faced with Yuwen Ji's non-answer, he asked instead.

Bai Yimeng pretended not to hear and suddenly said after a while, "By the way, I avenged you last night. You're welcome."

After hearing this, Yuwen Ji lost his composure, "Xiaobai, what did you do?"

"I beat up the stone lions at the gate of Prince Mu's mansion." Bai Yimeng lowered his head and deliberately avoided looking at Yuwen Ji.

How could she possibly tell Yuwen Ji that she had disguised herself as Marquis Zhenbei and chatted with Emperor Chengde last night?

"Tell me clearly, what exactly did you do?" Yuwen Ji knew Bai Yimeng too well. The more lightly she spoke, the more serious the problem was.

"I didn't do anything, just focus on your recovery."

Yuwen Ji was so anxious that he fell off the bed. He touched the wound and sweated from the pain.

"Why don't you lie down?" Bai Yimeng helped the man up with difficulty.

"Tell me carefully, where did you go last night?" Yuwen Ji gritted his teeth, endured the pain, and held her hand.

"I...I just went to scare the old man. I didn't do anything bad."

Yuwen Ji felt dizzy after hearing this. After a long while, he finally caught his breath and asked, "Why do you do this?"

"Who told him to lose his temper and hit people..."

Yuwen Ji was so angry that he couldn't speak. He lay back on the bed and turned his head away from her, "I owe you this. You deserve whatever you do.

Just one thing, can you please let Father go? He really had his own reasons. If you really can't swallow this, then just blame me."

Bai Yimeng said nothing and turned to leave Lanyue Pavilion. Prince Yi was injured, and no one in the palace paid attention to her, so she simply left Prince Yi's palace.

Bai Yimeng admitted that if Emperor Chengde had not said, "Zi Chen, you are here," she would have really beaten up the old emperor last night.

Zichen was the nickname of her father, Marquis Zhenbei, and no one knew this nickname except their closest relatives.

That whole night, Emperor Chengde said a lot of things.

From their youth studying, to their joint expeditions to quell rebellions. From licking blood on the sand, to their joint efforts to revitalize the country.

It turns out that when they were young, they did so many crazy things. It turns out that Emperor Chengde still remembers all of them.

She chatted with the old emperor and suddenly felt good to be with her father.

For a moment, Bai Yimeng even felt that his father, who commanded a large number of troops at the time, did not need to die.

At that moment, Bai Yimeng seemed to understand his father, and he used his father's tone to tell him what happened that year and what his father was thinking.

Emperor Chengde burst into tears after hearing this. This was the first time Bai Yimeng saw an emperor cry, and he cried so ugly.

It would have been better if the old emperor didn't cry, because his crying alarmed the guards. Fortunately, with the experience from last time, Bai Yimeng had already prepared to escape before he came.

Collecting his thoughts, Bai Yimeng suddenly wanted to pay tribute to his father and mother.

I had just bought a lot of snacks and when I looked up, I saw Yi Tong, staring at me with his big eyes.

Bai Yimeng stiffly handed him a piece of milk puff pastry and said, "Would you like some snacks?"

"Eat, eat, eat. All you do is eat. The prince is so anxious. And you, on the other hand, run out to eat some snacks. When you go back, you'll see how the prince will deal with you." Yi Tong carried the package in one hand, pulled Bai Yimeng with the other, and returned to Prince Yi's Mansion.

Yuwen Ji saw Bai Yimeng and felt angry and pity for her. "I scolded you and you ran away, didn't I?"

Looking at Bai Yimeng with cake crumbs all over her face, Yuwen Ji almost laughed out of anger.

"I didn't run away. I'm just hungry. Is that okay?" Bai Yimeng was not pretending to be stupid. He was just feeling aggrieved, an inexplicable grievance that had nothing to do with anyone.

"You still dare to be stubborn? Come here and tell me why you are running around." Yuwen Ji waved his hand, motioning Bai Yimeng to come over.

Bai Yimeng didn't want to go over there. She hadn't forgiven this big-tailed wolf yet. Seeing Bai Yimeng's hesitation, Yi Tong pushed her tactfully. Then, he sensibly withdrew and closed the door.

Yuwen Ji grabbed Bai Yimeng's hand and said, "Your hands are so cold, just for a snack? Whatever you want to eat, the kitchen can make it, or you can ask someone to buy it. Why go there yourself?"

"I don't want to care about you!" After he said that, the grievances from before came flooding back. Tears flowed down my face uncontrollably.

She didn't do it for food, nor for being scolded. She just felt that she had been wronged along the way.

Looking at the aggrieved little girl, Yuwen Ji felt like he was back in his childhood. He tugged at her clothes and said, "Okay, I was wrong just now. I shouldn't have been so fierce. Tell me, how did you scare father?"

Bai Yimeng didn't want to pay attention to him. She really didn't forgive him. Unable to resist, Yuwen Ji coaxed her with a playful smile. Bai Yimeng opened her palm and suddenly imitated the tone of the female ghost, "That's how you scare me!"

Yuwen Ji chuckled, "You are lying, it must not be that simple."

Seeing that someone was willing to listen to this, Bai Yimeng wiped away her tears, moved a stool, sat cross-legged on it, and recounted what happened last night in a vivid manner.

It talked about how she pretended to be a hanged ghost and how she frightened people. But it didn't say that the prototype of the hanged ghost was her father, the Marquis of Zhenbei, nor did it say that she chatted with Emperor Chengde all night.

Yuwen Ji took a deep breath and smiled as he tucked Bai Yimeng's hair behind her ears. "Then what is your reaction, father?"

"He looked quite scared..." Bai Yimeng felt a little disappointed when she said this. She lied. Emperor Chengde was not scared last night. On the contrary, he seemed happy.