Ji Lingxue blinked at Xiao Yichen's outstretched palm, then raised her head and looked at him in confusion, "Your Highness, you don't have anything here with me..." What does she want by spreading her hands
The corners of Xiao Yichen's mouth twitched, and he felt speechless about Ji Lingxue's lack of tacit understanding.
He took the initiative to step forward, grabbed Ji Lingxue's hand and walked forward. The Queen Mother's palace was about to arrive, and they had to act affectionate in front of her.
Ji Lingxue tried to pull her hand away, but Xiao Yichen was too strong, so she had to let him lead her away.
The heat from the palm of her hand made Ji Lingxue feel very uncomfortable all over, and she could not help but glare at Xiao Yichen's back.
A nanny was standing at the gate of the Empress Dowager's palace, with her gray hair combed meticulously. She was looking in the direction where Ji Lingxue was coming from. When she saw the golden boy and jade girl appear, a trace of relief appeared on the nanny's face.
Xiao Yichen nodded to the nanny and said, "Madam Zhao, why did grandma send you out?"
Nanny Zhao was an old lady serving the empress dowager and also her dowry nun. She had stayed in the palace all her life, and all the princes in the palace were very polite to her.
Since the Queen Mother sent Nanny Zhao to greet her, it was enough to show that she liked Ji Lingxue very much.
Madam Zhao smiled kindly, "The prince and princess are finally here. The queen mother was anxious waiting, so she asked this old servant to come out and take a look," and then she turned to Ji Lingxue and said, "Princess, I haven't seen you for a long time. You have lost a lot of weight than before..."
Ji Lingxue touched her cheek and gave an awkward smile.
Ruge walked forward with brisk steps, and from time to time she looked down at the oversized embroidered shoes on her feet and smiled at herself. It was the first time in her life that she wore women's clothes.
This story started this morning. Ji Lingxue introduced him to Mo Xiang this morning. He still remembered that it was Mo Xiang who cured her of the poison, so she could be considered his savior.
Mo Xiang looked at him with an unfriendly look, as if he was difficult to get along with.
Ji Lingxue said that she would take one of them into the palace, and Ruge volunteered to raise her hand. So he was dragged by Mo Xiang to sit in front of the dressing table. An hour later, he looked like this now.
Glancing at Ji Yuqing and her servant who were walking slowly in front of her, Ruge turned her head to admire her beautiful face in front of a water tank. She couldn't help but sigh that she looked natural in women's clothes. Her eyebrows were as black as distant ink and her skin was as white as cream. She was sure that she could charm a lot of men.
When Ruge had admired enough and looked up, Ji Yuqing and her servant were nowhere to be seen. He slapped his forehead and thought, Oh no!
Ruge lifted her skirt and ran quickly. The palace was neither big nor small. There was no one in sight as she walked along the several palace roads. Ruge intuitively found a direction and continued to walk forward.
There was some movement in the flowers ahead. Ruge frowned. Someone was hiding behind.
He didn't want to cause trouble in the Dongqi Palace, so he pretended not to notice anything and kept walking forward.
Before he had walked far, a sharp blade pressed against his back, and a distorted voice came, "Take me to Guanghua Palace."
Ruge's mouth twitched and she rolled her eyes to the sky. He was not a palace servant, so how could he know the way there
Seeing that Ruge didn't move, the person behind her became anxious and moved the dagger in his hand forward an inch, "Hurry up and go."
Ruge raised his hand and turned his head slowly. The next moment, he swiftly grasped the other person's hand holding the dagger, twisted it, and the dagger fell to the ground. At the same time, a man dressed as a eunuch also fell to the ground.
Ruge brushed off the non-existent dust on her hands, pinched her chin and looked at the face of the eunuch who had fainted on the ground. The few patches of unshaved stubble were eye-catching no matter how she looked at them.
Ruge: "There is no eunuch who has been castrated..."
(End of this chapter)