The group's favorite little Fubao has become the most arrogant kid in the whole imperial city

Winter of the ninth year of Tianshuo.

There were bursts of shrill cries coming from the cold palace, which lasted for a long time. The crows flapped their wings and flew high, blowing away the thick snow on the branches.

"Master, the princess is still young, you can't hit her like this!"

Hearing this, Lady Cheng sneered, her eyes full of hatred, "So what if I beat her? She is my daughter, I can do whatever I want with her. If I beat her to death, who knows, His Majesty might come to see me."

"Keep fighting!"

Another little girl was forced to sit on a bench in the middle of the courtyard. Sticks hit her again and again. Her pale face turned even paler. Her cries became weaker and weaker. Suddenly, she vomited blood, fell on the snow, and fainted.

Seeing this, the eunuchs were so frightened that they stopped and looked at Cheng Meiren in the center with horror, "Master, do you want to continue?"

A glimmer of light flashed across Xihe's fingertips, and passed through her tendons and veins through her limbs and bones. The little girl, who was half-dead just now, suddenly fell off the bench, hugged herself and shrank into the corner.

Everyone was startled by Xihe's action, but Cheng Meiren was the first to react. She sneered, "You're really tough. What are you standing there for? Keep fighting!"

Xihe looked around, made a decision immediately, and ran out dragging his injured body.

When Lady Cheng saw Xihe resisting, she became furious and said, "Catch her! Don't let her get away!"

Xihe took advantage of his small size and slipped out when they were not paying attention.

Run, run quickly, only by running away can you survive.

Xihe was originally a minor deity in the spiritual world. Once he was ambushed, he thought he would disappear from the world, but when he opened his eyes, he found himself in a very familiar place.

She traveled into the storybook that she used to read when she was a god.

The Emperor's Strategy

And she was transformed into the poor little princess who could not live past the age of ten.

Xihe ran forward desperately, but she was injured, so how could she possibly outrun those healthy palace maids? Just as she was about to be caught, she suddenly bumped into someone.

"Ah~" Xihe screamed and fell to the ground, the pain in his body increased a little.

"How dare you! How dare you disturb His Majesty? Back off immediately!"

Sanping looked at Xihe's bloody body and his heart beat in his throat.

Emperor Jingyuan was a bit of a germaphobe. Once, a palace maid accidentally knocked over tea, and two drops splashed on Emperor Jingyuan's dragon robe. His Majesty immediately ordered people to drag the palace maid down and cut off his hands.

How could this little kid be so reckless and bump into us? He’s probably going to lose his life!

Emperor Jingyuan looked coldly at the little girl lying at his feet. All of a sudden he found a place to vent his anger in the court.

"Where did this filthy thing come from? Drag it down and chop it up!"

Sanping's heart tightened, and he mourned for the poor child for a moment, then asked the guards to escort the person away.

The little girl who was knocked down looked at the person in front of her curiously, without any fear of death on her face. She climbed up and hugged Emperor Jing Yuan's thigh, with a smile of surprise on her face, and said in a baby voice:

"Dad... Dad, Xiaoliu is not a dirty thing."

The little ball stared blankly at Emperor Jingyuan, as if happy with his own guess.

Emperor Jingyuan frowned. Daddy? Xiaoliu?

Sanping, who was standing next to him, was quick-witted. "Your Majesty, this should be the sixth princess born to Concubine Cheng from the cold palace."

Emperor Jingyuan frowned when he thought of Concubine Cheng in the cold palace, but no matter how much he hated Concubine Cheng, this child was indeed his flesh and blood.