The Blessed

The guards and Eunuch Zhao all dare not move, after all, Noble Consort Xiao was the deputy empress and governed the six harems, whom they could never afford to offend. But, two men in black on both sides of the carriage flew off their horses and strode over.

“Lord Six, please show mercy! Lord Six, please show mercy…”

Really scared this time, the old mama kept kowtowing there. Giving her body, let alone fifty spanks, only thirty would end her life.

"It's late. Pull her down."

"Yes!"

“Lord Six, please show mercy!"

Following Zeng Shaoqing’s command, the forty or fifty years old mama was pulled away. And thos maids who came with her were all trembling on the ground. Lord Six’s big name was known in and out the capital. Although they also had ever heard of him, no one had ever seen him. Now, finally seeing him in person, they felt he was really horrible, even didn’t give others a chance to explain. And that was mama from Noble Consort Xiao’s palace. Apparently that was like slapping the face of her!

"Old Zhao, aren't you leaving? Do you want me to punish you together?”

With his evil foxy eyes sweeping over, Zeng Shaoqing was suffused with some kind of both good and evil atmosphere. And Eunuch Zhao stoned there couldn’t help making a shudder. Then the young eunuch brandished the whip in his hand and the carriage pulled by two snow-white fine horses drove into the place, only leaving those maids kneeling there and those soldiers like statues while astonished in the heart.

"Yunhan, if you want to survive the palace, you have to be more ruthless than those people. Apparently Noble Consort Xiao sent them to display her strength. Since I punished her mama, she wouldn’t let it go so easily. Do remember. Later when you see that one, play weak. If possible, try to squeeze out a few drops of tear. He is suggestible. If you pick a right time to offer your brilliant suggestions, then I guess he would no longer blame you.”

Heaven knows how hard it was for him to say those words. But for Chu Yunhan’s safety, he still said it out. But on thinking that his beloved was going to kiss up to some other man, even if that one was his cousin, the superior emperor, he still had the impulse of strangling of him.

"Hmm, I know. Thank you, Shaoqing. You've really grown up and are no longer that little boy who was always making trouble."

Actually behind his muddling up hid a lot of calculation. Chu Yunhan gave him a grateful smile in return. He knew, he was saying it for his own good, to pump him up.

"I have long grown up, OK? You just didn’t see it."

Hearing the words little boy, Zeng Shaoqing complained in whispers sullenly. Little? He was big in every part of his body, OK?

"Hehe..."

It was not that he didn't hear his whining, Chu Yunhan stretched out a hand to hold Yan Xiaoming’s, “Seven, you scared?”

He was only afraid of the kid. Having been a couple for Yan Shengzhi for so many years, how to win his sympathy and arouse their bond as husband and wife ever, he was clearer than anyone, he didn’t feel disdained to do that.

Facing his worried eyes, Yan Xiaoming shook his head, "No, Uncle Ling said, as long as you have someone you want to protect, you’d become strong, and no longer fear of anyone. Now I only want to protect you and myself. So I will never allow myself to be scared.”

Even after they left, every word Ling Jingxuan once said was deeply imprinted in his mind, and he intended to carry out his teachings thoroughly, strive to be strong, and protect all of them in the future.

"Well, your emperor father is also a human being, the main reason he didn't like you was that you never called him father and performed timid in front of him, and he thought you are not like a prince at all. Seven, let’s work together to conquer him!”

Touching his head affectionately, Chu Yun held him in his arms. If possible, how would he ever want to teach a boy who was only nine those things? He also wanted him to have a happy childhood like Ling Wen and Ling Wu. Pity that they had no choice. That had to fight it, and they must win!

"Empress father, please rest assured. I will never let emperor father down."

Stubbornly expelling his embrace, Yan Xiaoming showed solid firmness on that immature handsome small face. Looking at this pair of father and son, Zeng Shaoqing felt indiscernible sorry for them. But he knew now was not the time for him to say anything. The only thing he could do was to offer them back to that one.

“My lady, my prince, we are arrived at Fuan Palace.”

The carriage stopped again, Chu Ci brushed open the curtain to look at the familiar and unfamiliar scenery outside, then closed his eyes and took a deep breath before holding Yan Xiaoming's hand, "Yan’er, our battle began."

"Hmm.”

Holding his hand backhand, Yan Xiaoming pursed his lips tightly. Zeng Shaoqing moved his eyes back and forth between them, took the lead to jump off, then stretched a hand into the carriage. Under his support, Chu Yunhan also jumped off, and finally, Yan Xiaomign was held down. Starting from here, they’d say goodbye to their other identity as Chu Ci and Chu Yan and become the original selves.