The system takes the poor cub to find his father

Ming Jiang was held steadily in Wang Fu's arms and slowly walked out of the emperor's bedroom.

Following them out were two palace maids and four guards, all of whom were people Ming Yunqi had personally ordered to take care of Ming Jiang.

Qiu Sang and Pei Lan stood respectfully on both sides, holding lanterns steadily in their hands, and the soft light dispelled some of the gloom of the night.

The remaining four guards stood tall and followed closely behind Wang Fu, paying close attention to the movements around them with vigilant expressions.

Ming Jiang laid her small body on Wang Fu's fat shoulders, staring at the emperor's bedroom. As she watched the majestic palace gradually disappear into the distance, she couldn't help feeling confused.

"Why would that person have any effect on the injury to my soul?"

Ming Jiang was a little confused. He remembered that 8517 seemed to have said before he fell asleep that there would be someone in this world who would serve as his guardian.

After 8517's explanation, Ming Jiang understood the meaning of guardian, which is a role similar to that of a father.

"Could it be... that man that the palace people feared, could he be my father?"

As soon as Ming Jiang thought of this, the image of the disgusting man in his previous life who made him extremely disgusted suddenly appeared in his mind.

"If this master realizes that I am abnormal, will he imprison me like Jiang Mian did in my previous life?"

Thinking of this, the little cub's cheeks puffed up with anger and he buried his head deeply in Wang Fu's shoulder.

However, Jiang Mian did not have the ability to help him repair his soul. In contrast, this person now had unique abilities.

Forget it, he might as well use this adult to repair the trauma of his soul. After all, he is no longer the original Ming Jiang, and Xiao Qi is still sleeping in his body. Xiao Qi promised to send him back after he wakes up.

Therefore, I will stay here for now, and have more contact with that dignified man, so as to repair the injuries of my soul as soon as possible. When that time comes, if I want to leave, how can he stop me?

Thinking of this, Ming Jiang felt relieved.

Suddenly, Ming Jiang felt something twisting restlessly in his arms, and he came back to his senses in an instant.

He moved his body slightly, reached out and took out the little tail hidden in his arms.

This little guy has been extremely restless since he returned to his hands. Just now at the door of the palace, if Ming Jiang hadn't reacted quickly, it would have almost jumped into the man's arms and acted coquettishly.

Ming Jiang held the little tail tightly with both hands, his round almond eyes widened, and warned sternly:

"If you dare to run around again, I will set you on fire!"

Hearing Ming Jiang's threat, the little tail twisted more violently. At the same time, a childish and dissatisfied voice rang in Ming Jiang's mind:

"Do you think you can scare me? I'm not afraid of your anger! Let me go, I want to go find my daddy to stick with me, you bad boy, you separated me and my daddy, no wonder no one likes you, bad boy, bad boy!"

A hint of gloom flashed across Ming Jiang's eyes. He looked coldly at the arrogant little tail and snorted:

"Don't forget, you are just a little tail now, a monster. No one likes me, let alone a monster little tail."

Upon hearing this, the little tail's movements suddenly stopped, and then it slowly stopped struggling. The whole tail drooped down weakly as if it had suffered a heavy blow.

Ming Jiang looked at the injured little tail and opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but when he thought of the hurtful words it had just said to him, his heart instantly hardened. He turned his head away, no longer looking at it, and casually threw it into his pocket, leaving it alone in silence.

At the same time, Ming Jiang herself became depressed.

"Little Prince, what's wrong with you?" Wang Fu noticed that the originally happy little cub suddenly became listless, and he felt a little worried.

Ming Jiang buried her head in Wang Fu's shoulder again, shook her head gently, and did not answer.

Wang Fu was a little confused when he saw this, and could only look to the palace maids on both sides for help.

Qiu Sang and Pei Lan looked at each other. This was the first time they met the young prince and they didn't know his temperament well, so they didn't dare to say anything rashly.

Ming Jiang's palace was just in front of them. The floor heating in the room had already been heated up by Li Defu. When everyone stepped into the palace, a warm breath hit them in the face.

The small palace was no longer as deserted as it had been when I first arrived in the morning. There were many exquisite decorations everywhere.

Ming Jiang had not carefully looked at the room at noon, so she did not notice the new items. But when Wang Fu walked into the palace, he was stunned.

"Your Highness, I will prepare hot water and help Your Highness to rest later." Qiu Sang bowed and said softly.

Peilan, who was standing by, walked to Mingjiang's dormitory cubicle and lit the wick. The bean-sized candle flame jumped happily, casting a bright and warm light.

"Yeah." Ming Jiang responded, and sat down on the couch obediently, holding tightly the hand warmer that Pei Lan had just stuffed into his arms.

Wang Fu stood quietly by and looked at him worriedly.

Ming Jiang raised her eyes and happened to meet Wang Fu's face full of concern, and a complex emotion suddenly surged in her heart.

His eyes fell on the red marks left on Wang Fu's body from kowtow. He pursed his lips, then casually took out a small transparent porcelain bottle from his arms.

"Fu Fu, here's the medicine for you. Apply it on your forehead before going to bed, and it won't be swollen tomorrow. Today... I'm sorry for making you worry."

Ming Jiang had never said such considerate words before, and for a moment, her fair cheeks blushed slightly. But what happened today was indeed his fault.

"No, no...I cannot accept such a precious medicine."

Wang Fu saw the medicine bottle in the little prince's hand, which was even more transparent than the clearest colored glass in the world. The texture of the medicine bottle alone was enough to let him know how precious the medicine inside was.

To be frank, even Your Majesty has probably never used such superior medicine and such transparent glassware.

How could he, a lowly eunuch, dare to hope to use such precious medicine?

"Just take it if it's given to you, don't talk nonsense!" Ming Jiang saw Wang Fu's frightened face and suddenly felt angry, so he said loudly.

He stuffed the small medicine bottle in his hand into Wang Fu's big hand with some anger, then turned his head away and ignored him.

"The young prince gave it to you, just take it, and don't make his highness angry." Seeing this, Peilan on the side quickly winked at Wang Fu and said something to smooth things over.

"Thank you, young prince, for the reward!" Wang Fu held the small medicine bottle tightly in both hands, his eyes full of gratitude and emotion.

In his heart, the little prince is another person besides his master and Wang An who does not despise his stupidity and cares for him very much.