The Regent's Tender Darling

Shiyi took her away from Sanlipo first and returned to Zuili Qiankun smoothly.

Zuili Qiankun was now in darkness, and the only light was in the main room. Xuemei was not asleep yet, so she was sitting in the main hall waiting for her, and there was also little Loach accompanying Xuemei.

Because she was wearing night clothes, and Eleven fell from the roof with her, Xuemei was quite frightened.

However, Little Loach immediately pulled up the candlestick next to it and pulled Xuemei behind her.

Just when Little Loach was about to call someone, Lin Jiaojiao said, "It's me."

Hearing the familiar voice, Xuemei, who was hiding behind Little Loach, was startled. Then she poked her head out of Little Loach's arm, tilted her head and called out "Empress" uncertainly.

Lin Jiaojiao took off her mask and walked inside. Xuemei immediately pushed the little loach away and ran towards her happily, almost unable to stop and bumping into her.

"Your Majesty, you are finally back. This servant is worried to death." Xuemei held her hand and almost cried, her eyes were moist and red.

She felt distressed for a moment, stretched out her hand to cover Xuemei's face, gently wiped the moisture from the corners of Xuemei's eyes with her fingertips, and said, "Okay, okay, why are you still crying? Didn't I ask you to go back home?"

Xuemei sniffed and said aggrievedly: "My slave has gone back, but I can't wait for your Majesty. I am afraid that something will happen to your Majesty, but the prince is not in the house either, so I have no choice but to come here and wait."

"Be good." Lin Jiaojiao could now think of Xuemei waiting anxiously. It was already late at night.

Little Loach silently tried to put the candlestick back in its original place, but the candlestick and the small wooden bracket underneath were originally integrated. It seemed that the wood connecting the candlestick underneath was broken.

After trying several times to no avail, Little Loach looked a little overwhelmed holding the candlestick. He pursed his lips and said, "It's broken."

"It's okay." Lin Jiaojiao couldn't help but feel a little more kind to the little loach. Just because she had pulled Xuemei behind her for the first time, she felt more at ease with the little loach.

At least Xuemei won't suffer a loss if she marries Little Loach.

Just now she heard Xuemei say that the prince was not in the mansion, so she looked at Eleven and asked, "Where will the prince be now?"

Eleven thought for a while and said, "It should be in the Ministry of Punishment."

Ministry of Punishment? Regarding Li Maonian's case, she will not go to the Criminal Department. "Go and tell the prince personally what I said to you on the way."

After all, Eleven is a shadow guard, and it would be much easier and faster to meet Yan Sihan than her.

"Yes." Eleven bowed his hands and disappeared into Zuili Qiankun.

After she let Little Loach go back to rest, she took Xuemei up to the third floor.

Since there is no room on the third floor, there are no beddings or anything like that, but there is no shortage of these things in Zuili Qiankun.

Little Loach helped carry four quilts, but waited for Xuemei to take over at the door of the third floor. He had no intention of going in.

Everyone in Zuili Qiankun knows that this third floor is not allowed to be entered casually. Only those with permission can enter.

Four quilts were spread in the small room with curtains, and she could rest. However, Lin Jiaojiao had no intention of resting. Instead, she started laying paper behind the desk and polishing ink.

"Empress, slave girl, come here." Xuemei took the ink stick she was gently rubbing.

After sitting down, she picked up the brush and began to draw Qingfeng's portrait on the paper. While drawing, she talked to Xuemei about today's events.

Although Xuemei is a big talker on some things, Xuemei is not an ignorant person and is absolutely loyal to her.

In her previous life, Xuemei never confessed out of pain that she had stolen something given to Zhao Shuang'er by the Queen Mother, even until she died.

"Empress! This Taiping Taoist was a young Taoist seventeen years ago. How could he be an old Taoist with immortal style now? Isn't he aging too fast?" Xuemei asked doubtfully.