After rebirth, the empress was spoiled by the emperor's uncle like a little girl

Pei Guichen said in a gentle voice: "Your Highness has taken care of Guichen for many days. Now it is time for Guichen to take care of Your Highness."

As he spoke, he glanced at the sky and said, "Your Highness has not had lunch yet. Gui Chen will make a bowl of porridge for Your Highness. Your Highness, please wait for a moment."

Without waiting for A Bao to answer, Pei Guichen got up and left.

As soon as the door was closed, A Bao immediately went to see Xuanyuan Fengran.

This glance was simply uncanny. Xuanyuan Fengran was staring at the silver sword in his hand, as if thinking about something.

A Bao felt uneasy, so he laughed and said, "Haha, what is the little uncle thinking?"

“The royal uncle was thinking that little Abao is really good at speaking. Just a few words can make people’s hearts flutter.” Xuanyuan Fengran stroked the scabbard and slowly turned his head to look at Abao.

"Do you like Pei Guichen?"

A Bao was about to deny it, but when he noticed someone outside the door, he immediately changed his tone.

"Little uncle, don't ask such questions. I'm shy."

After saying that, the person outside the door left.

However, Abao knew that it was useless for her to explain to Xuanyuan Fengran that what she had just said was a lie.

Unless she reveals all her plans.

But obviously not, because now is not the most appropriate time.

A Bao looked at Xuanyuan Fengran. His pair of charming and smiling black eyes were very calm at this moment.

He was so calm that she even sensed a hint of his helpless indulgence of her.

She had been thinking for a long time about how to break the awkward silence. Xuanyuan Fengran suddenly lowered his eyes and continued to massage her knees with just the right amount of force.

During the next three days, the atmosphere between her and Xuanyuan Fengran became weird.

Speaking of closeness, Xuanyuan Fengran personally took care of her knee injury, applying hot compresses and giving her massages. Under his careful care, she recovered quickly.

To be honest, Xuanyuan Fengran no longer joked or made fun of her.

A Bao racked her brains to think of something to start a conversation with Xuanyuan Fengran, but Xuanyuan Fengran always easily avoided her words.

No one knew what he was thinking, and he had a gloomy face all day long.

Ah Bao saw this and felt anxious.

She knew he wouldn't hurt her, but she always felt that Xuanyuan Fengran was holding back a rage in his heart.

Xuanyuan Fengran doesn't get angry easily.

But she thought back to her past life and every time he got angry, something bad would happen.

A Bao couldn't help but wonder, what would Xuanyuan Fengran do this time to quell his anger?

The closer it got to the plum blossom viewing banquet, the more active the young men from the noble families became, and the more messy things became in the Eastern Palace.

A Bao used the excuse of being injured to stay in the Imperial Medical Bureau to recuperate.

Three days later, Abao's knee injury had fully recovered, with only a slight soreness remaining.

And the plum blossom viewing banquet also arrived as scheduled.

Early in the morning of that day, Concubine Wen sent someone to the East Courtyard to help Abao dress and change clothes.

The tedious process tortured Abao for half an hour.

Afterwards, A Bao rode in the Crown Princess' sedan chair and headed to the Yuji Palace in a grand procession.

But when the procession passed Kunming Lake, it was stopped.

"Your humble servant Xuan Changdu requests to see Her Royal Highness Princess Diyang."

A Bao lifted the gauze curtain of the sedan chair and glanced at the person who blocked the road with cold eyes: Xuan Changdu, the prince of Pingyue.

He was dressed in a dark blue robe with dark patterns, his hair was tied up with a jade hairpin, and his eyebrows and eyes were handsome and gentle.

A Bao felt that the Prince of Pingyue did not look like a son of a noble family. Instead, he looked more like an elder brother who grew up with him from a neighboring family. He was very approachable and it was difficult for people to feel hostile towards him.

So she waved away the imperial guards and called Xuan Changdu to come forward.

"Prince of Pingyue?"

"Your Highness Princess Diyang." Xuan Changdu bowed and said, "I have the audacity to stop Your Highness's procession because I have a favor to ask of you."

Po was quite curious, "You have something to ask me? Tell me."

Xuan Changdu was quite straightforward. "Since ancient times, marriage has been based on mutual affection. I only respect Your Highness, the Princess, and do not have any romantic feelings for her. Please, Your Highness, give me your jade token."

In this Eastern Palace election, the names, birth dates, and family backgrounds of all the candidates from noble families were engraved on jade tablets and placed in the Yuji Palace.

Losing the jade token means losing the election.

A Bao stroked the gold-embroidered round fan in his hand without saying a word, and thought for a long time with his eyes closed.