Bang! His body crashed heavily to the ground. Clutching his knees in pain, the youth raised his head with a vicious air. His left eye was bruised, his right eye swollen, and beneath his slender nose bridge ran two streaks of blood. He looked exactly like a painted-face clown from Peking opera.
Xiao Qi, who was attending to him nearby, hurried forward to help him up, only to be kicked three zhang away.
“If anyone dares spread word of today’s matter, this prince will have his life, hmph!” The youth’s eyes shot a fierce glance below, then swept over the people in the room. Damn it! Why had he fallen for no reason!
Fuming, he threw a punch at the wooden door. Inwardly both annoyed and humiliated, he could only vent his anger by stamping his feet and leaving.
“Your Highness, are you alright?” Seeing the little tyrant leave, Mo Bei pulled Yelü Qianxiao up and patted all the spoiled food out of his mouth. Her pretty face darkened slightly. “Who was that person just now?”
“Don’t eat, stinky, stinky!” Yelü Qianxiao was like a naughty child, wrinkling his straight nose slightly and pressing his body tightly against Mo Bei. Why did this eunuch smell so nice?
Seeing him like this, Mo Bei knew asking further was useless. She turned and called out, “Eunuch Rong.”
Unexpectedly, this soft call provoked a burst of wailing.
“Eunuch Rong, dare I ask what is wrong?” Mo Bei suddenly felt a headache coming on.
“Wuwuwu, Your Highness! Your Highness’s face is ruined!”
A single bloody scratch doesn’t constitute being ruined, right? The corner of her mouth twitched once, then again. Mo Bei took a deep breath. “The person who came just now, do you recognize him?”
Hua Rong heard these words, and his sobbing immediately took a one-eighty. He smiled as brilliantly as a hundred spring flowers in bloom. “This family’s ambition is to become the number one eunuch of the Huang Dynasty; naturally, there is nothing I don’t know!”
“Then who was that person just now?” Mo Bei raised an eyebrow. Having seemingly noticed something, she slowly walked to the door.
Hua Rong stroked his chin and said very seriously, “This family is seeing him for the first time, so I don’t know right now.”
“Eunuch Rong.” Mo Bei turned her head, grinding her teeth. “Didn’t you say you know everything!”
“Oh~ that’s for after this family becomes the number one eunuch!” Hua Rong lifted his head toward the sun, his face radiant with splendor.
Mo Bei swept him a cold glance, pinched up a shiny object from the ground, and her thin lips curved playfully.
Silver? That meant the little tyrant hadn’t fallen on his own, but had been schemed against!
But there were only three people in the room. Who could have made the move?
Her eyes filled with doubt. Mo Bei increasingly felt that this imperial palace was permeated with strangeness everywhere.
A foolish eunuch who possessed vast wealth and luxury.
A fallen prince who lived worse than pigs and dogs.
Even if he was a fool, he shouldn’t be humiliated like this. No matter how you looked at it, he was still of imperial blood, wasn’t he?
So why could eunuchs humiliate him, and others bully him?
Strange. So strange!
Even the countless Jinyiwei outside Zhi Nuan Palace made Mo Bei click her tongue in astonishment.
A dilapidated courtyard abandoned for so long, an unfavored prince—was there really a need for so many people to guard him?
Mo Bei shook her head, unable to sort out her troubled thoughts.
“Hungry, buns, really big, big buns!” Yelü Qianxiao leaned his face over and started begging for food again. Beneath his long hair, his blue pupils overflowed with flowing iridescence—no one could see it.
The more she looked at him, the more he resembled a pumpkin. Mo Bei affectionately patted his head. “Your Highness, today we aren’t eating buns. We’re having barbecue!”
“Shao? Kao?” Yelü Qianxiao unconsciously furrowed his brows. What was this? Had he been playing the fool for too long? How had he never heard of this dish before?