Chapter 11: For Yan Qing – Wow! So Fierce!

As the Chu Wangfei still needed to personally manage numerous affairs within the princely residence and important shops in the capital, Hua Yuwen did not remain in the palace for long, instead entering the palace once every two days. Consort Shen Liang had specially granted her a hand token for convenient entry and exit from the palace grounds.

Inside the hall, Consort Shen Liang sat with Qi Wangfei beside a rosewood carved tea table, chatting softly and laughing. Exquisite tea sets were arranged on the table, with tea fragrance curling upward, interweaving with the faint sandalwood scent in the hall, creating an exceptionally elegant atmosphere.

Chu Wangfei swept into the Lakeside Hall like a gust of wind.

What auspicious day is today that Sister Qi Wangfei is also here!

Chu Wangfei smiled radiantly, her gaze falling upon the gentle and lovely young girl beside Qi Wangfei: Wanwan has grown taller again, and is becoming more beautiful.

Murong Wan shyly lowered her head, her cheeks slightly flushed.

Standing nearby, Murong Ji gritted her teeth, raised her head and called out in a childish voice: Mother—

Only then did Chu Wangfei notice her own little sprout, reaching out to pat her fluffy head with affectionate tone: Don’t worry Ji’er, you’re still young, you’ll grow taller later.

Murong Ji: …

Seeing this, Consort Shen Liang asked with some concern: Ji’er has quite an appetite, why isn’t she growing? Has she been examined by the imperial physicians?

Another arrow pierced Murong Ji’s heart.

Chu Wangfei responded with a smile: Your Highness, she has been examined. The imperial physician said Ji’er suffers from a congenital condition, physically weak and frail, not something that can be regulated quickly. However, she’s already much stronger than before, Your Highness need not worry.

Hearing this, Consort Shen Liang finally set her mind at ease. She had only raised Prince Qi before, and Prince Qi had been strong and healthy since childhood, able to run and jump, at this age he was already comparable to two imperial grandsons. Therefore, seeing Murong Ji’s small, dumpling-like figure, she always wondered if she hadn’t been caring for her properly.

This doubt had also appeared countless times in the minds of Prince Chu and his wife. The Hua family descendants through generations were all tall in stature, Chu Wangfei herself was born bright and beautiful, and while Prince Chu was physically weak, he still had a tall figure. Only Murong Ji, at such a young age, had become the little shorty of the residence. The couple had once suspected they hadn’t done enough.

It wasn’t until Murong Ji began speaking that the couple felt somewhat relieved.

However, before long, they felt that the little rascal was more adorable when she wasn’t speaking.

After Consort Shen Liang was reassured, she sent the two children out to play.

— Within the palace gardens, spring sunlight was brilliant, with gentle breezes brushing faces, and lush vegetation everywhere.

Murong Ji walked slowly along the bluestone path with her short legs. Murong Wan moved with light steps, followed by over ten palace attendants led by Que’er and Ziyun. As the procession passed, the servants maintaining the palace gardens along the way knelt and paid respects.

Suddenly, Murong Wan stopped and pointed toward a vermilion-painted long corridor not far away: This is the shortest way to the peach blossom grove, and we can pass through the Purple Bamboo Forest along the way. The scenery is very beautiful.

Consort Shen Liang had mentioned that the peach blossom grove was in full bloom during this season, with vine-woven swings and rocking chairs inside, allowing them to pick fresh peach blossom branches while playing.

Actually, Consort Shen Liang’s main purpose was to send the two children away so she could discuss important matters with the two Wangfei.

Murong Wan clearly knew that route very well.

Murong Ji didn’t particularly care about where they wandered off to, and was just about to follow Murong Wan down the corridor when Que’er stopped them: Young Prince, Young Princess, the path ahead is rather secluded, overgrown with plants, and close to Dragon Head Pond. The ground is damp and slippery, making it difficult to walk. Why don’t we go this way instead?

Murong Wan nodded cheerfully: Alright!

However, when no one was paying attention, she suddenly scooped up Murong Ji and dashed swiftly toward the corridor.

Hey—Young Princess! Que’er exclaimed in surprise.

What are you standing there for? Hurry up and follow them! Ziyun urgently called out.

The Great Jin Dynasty was founded through martial prowess, but after several generations, it was no longer as martial as it had been in the beginning. Under the influence of noble families, people now admired appearance and scholarly talent more, and martial arts had become an additional way to enhance one’s abilities.

Qi Wangfei’s father was the Vice Minister of War. Though not highly skilled in martial arts himself, he enjoyed studying them. While Qi Wangfei had no interest in it, the young princess, influenced by her grandfather, had developed considerable skill in martial arts. Despite being only five years old, she had trained to be exceptionally strong.

Murong Ji was half-clamped under Murong Wan’s arm, his short legs flailing without touching the ground, as if he were dangling from her waist. The palace servants they encountered along the way quickly stepped aside, only to hear Murong Wan’s sharp command from above: All of you, get out of my way!

Before long, Murong Wan set Murong Ji down, and the two found themselves beneath a massive locust tree. Across from them was Dragon Head Pond, the very place where Murong Ji, Murong Zhan, and Yan Qing had fallen into the water.

Murong Ji looked up at Murong Wan in confusion, only to have her poke his cheek with her finger.

I heard Young Master Yan fell from here? Murong Wan asked coldly.

For Yan Qing’s sake?

Murong Ji nodded.

That face of his was indeed captivating.

But what exactly did Murong Wan intend by carrying him away from the crowd of palace servants to this spot? No one could have discovered that she had played a part in pushing them into the water that night.

A few seconds later, Murong Wan stared coldly at the palace servants searching by Dragon Head Pond and sneered, That scoundrel Murong Zhan usually bullies Fifth Imperial Uncle and A’Zhuo, and now he dares to lay hands on Young Master Yan! How dare he!

Wow! So fierce!

Turning to meet the crown prince’s bright, shining eyes, Murong Wan lifted her head and patted the soft, fluffy head of the little white dumpling.

Don’t be afraid! Watch as your big sister gets revenge for you today!

Murong Ji obediently said, Little Imperial Uncle and the others have been confined to their quarters.

Murong Wan snorted coldly, House arrest means nothing to him. I bet you that Murong Zhan is either scolding the palace servants or causing trouble for Fifth Imperial Uncle right now.

So familiar with him?

Murong Ji couldn’t help but remind her, Little Imperial Uncle and the others are our elders.

Within the palace, rules were strict, and juniors were not allowed to disrespect their seniors.

Murong Wan seemed lost in thought, and before the palace servants could find them, she took Murong Ji by the hand and left Dragon Head Pond.

Inside Changning Palace, in front of Still Water Pavilion.

Murong Jun expressionlessly picked up a bloodied sparrow and casually tossed it into a shallow pit beside the high wall.

The pit was already filled with various bird carcasses, their blood dried to a deep brown, their bodies twisted and deformed, sending chills down one’s spine.

Emperor Zhaoming had placed Fifth Prince and Sixth Prince under house arrest. While this had little effect on Sixth Prince, for Murong Jun, it was a good thing—at least he no longer had to endure Murong Zhan’s bullying.

However, Murong Jun never expected that Murong Zhan would still come looking for him. After discovering he couldn’t enter Still Water Pavilion, Murong Zhan ordered a eunuch to throw a half-dead bird inside.

Murong Jun understood this was a warning from the other party.

He was just like those birds – his life and death were entirely in Murong Zhan’s control. Murong Jun knew Murong Zhan had this capability because they were both from the Six Great Families.

At this moment, Murong Jun only wanted to survive.

He was waiting for the day he could go to Shangyong Academy, where Young Master Yan’s promise would be his only hope.

Murong Jun took a deep breath and turned to go back inside.

However, just as he stepped onto the stairs, something heavy suddenly struck his head hard.

Hiss—

Murong Jun touched the back of his head, finding his palm covered in blood. Leaning against the doorframe as he turned, he saw a dead bird lying on the ground, its belly stuffed full of stones.

Hearing his pained gasp, bursts of mocking laughter immediately came from outside the wall.

Xiao Anzi is clever enough! He shall be heavily rewarded!

Thank you, Your Highness! This servant only shines by Your Highness’s grace!

Murong Jun clenched his teeth, preparing to endure it as usual, when he suddenly heard a soft, completely non-threatening voice.

Little Imperial Uncle! What a coincidence!

Murong Zhan’s arrogant voice outside the wall immediately took a sharp turn, becoming distorted and ridiculous.

Ji’er? What are you doing here?

The Imperial Grandson?

Author’s note:

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Little radishes +2

The entanglements of the little radishes begin…

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