Xiao Tuo sat down helplessly, looking at King Liang with complaint, "What a talkative dog!"
King Liang finished laughing, "Who told you to come here to show off your love for me? You know I am suffering from the torment of missing you."
"It's not like I want to show off. She pulled me to show it to others. Even though it's a bit ugly, she's happy to wear it. I'm a bit embarrassed, but it's good to make her happy."
Zi'an's eyes widened when he heard this, "Have you finally gotten the hang of it?"
"Second baby?"
"Er... I mean, aren't you the second child? It's right to call you Erwa."
"That's right, but this name is ugly," Xiao Tuo frowned, "I don't like it."
He sat down and said, "By the way, Hanshan sent someone to deliver a letter early this morning."
"Really?" Zi'an and King Liang were delighted. "What does the letter say?"
Xiao Tuo said: "Grandfather saw it. I don't know what to say, but after seeing it, Grandfather looked very solemn."
"Then why don't you ask?" Zi'an stamped his feet anxiously.
"If I asked, my grandfather would ask me how much private money I had, and I definitely couldn't tell him." Xiao Tuo said embarrassedly. Ever since he ran away from home last time and had no money, he has started saving some private money.
"Your Xiao family is wealthy and powerful. Would your grandfather still covet your private money?" King Liang asked in disbelief.
"Really, that's what he asked."
"So strange? Did you tell me about Xiao Xiao's current situation?" Zi'an asked.
Xiao Tuo said again, "I don't know whether he said it or not. When I saw my grandfather asking me for private money, I slipped away."
Zian rolled his eyes, "I am really... speechless towards you."
Xiao Tuo had no choice but to stand up and said, "Then I will go back and ask my grandfather what is written in the letter."
Liu Liu sulked outside for a while, then came back. When she heard Xiao Tuo say that he wanted to go back and ask, she said, "No need to ask. I've already asked my grandfather. He said in the letter that old Prince An Ran wants to collect a consultation fee, so he asked me to prepare the fee."
"How much have you prepared?" Xiao Tuo asked hurriedly.
"No, this is what gives Grandfather a headache. Grandfather has to give more even if he wants to go bankrupt."
Zi'an was overjoyed, "If you want the medical fee, it means that he survived. That's really great news. I have to go find Zhuangzhuang and tell him the good news."
"You haven't given the acupuncture yet!" King Liang rolled his eyes.
"Oh!" Zi'an laughed, "I'm confused."
After the acupuncture, Zi'an came to the princess's mansion, where Hu Huanxi was also. During this period, Hu Huanxi came to accompany her whenever he had time.
"Oh, isn't this the noble man?" Hu Huanxi joked when he saw Zi'an coming.
Zi'an smiled happily, "I really am a noble person today."
"Oh?" Hu Huanxi raised his eyebrows. "So what good news did you bring today?"
Zi'an looked at Zhuangzhuang, "There's a letter from Hanshan."
Zhuangzhuang stood up suddenly, looked at her nervously, and asked in a hoarse voice: "How is it?"
Zi'an said softly, "I didn't tell you the situation, but I asked the Marquis for the consultation fee."
"I have the medical fee. How much do you want?" Zhuangzhuang said quickly.
"Actually, I think the old prince didn't really want the medical fee. He just told us that the person is alive by asking for the medical fee." Zi'an said.
Zhuangzhuang's tears suddenly burst out, he covered his mouth and sobbed.
Zian hugged her and patted her back, "Cry, cry, it's okay to cry."
Zhuangzhuang held back his tears and wiped his face with his hands. "No, no, we still have to prepare the medical fee. We don't know if this is what he meant. If we neglect the injury because of the medical fee, it will be terrible."
After saying that, she hurried in to find the accountant.
Zi'an and Hu Huanxi looked at each other, feeling sad but also relieved.
The next day was the ceremony of offering sacrifices to heaven.
Before setting off, all possible scenarios were rehearsed and the altar was heavily guarded. Murong Jie tried to achieve the highest safety factor.
The emperor was not in good health and it was very windy. There was a down quilt in the carriage and Zi'an even put a hand warmer in his hands. The emperor didn't want it, but Zi'an insisted that he take it, and he was very fierce. Finally, the emperor compromised and just said to Murong Jie: "Your princess can't afford to offend anyone."
Murong Jie shrugged, "I don't know. Anyway, I dare not offend her. If I offend her, she will kill me with a golden needle."
"The one holding the needle is the greatest." The emperor agreed.
Heavy troops cleared the way, beating drums and gongs, attracting the people to follow, all wanting to watch the ceremony of offering sacrifices to the sky.
Of course, everyone just wanted to see whether the emperor really had pityrosomia.
The imperial carriage was tightly sealed and one could not see inside, so one could only follow it to the altar.
The emperor was weak, and his carriage moved very slowly, taking more than an hour to reach the altar.
The royal family members and civil and military officials were already waiting. When the imperial carriage arrived, all the officials knelt down and bowed.
Zi'an dressed up as a woman and pretended to be a guard beside the emperor. Fortunately, she was not short, so she did not look so out of place.
Regent Murong Jie personally led the cavalry and guarded on both sides. There were hundreds of stone steps to the altar, which was an impossible challenge for the emperor.
However, Zi'an had already designed a set of pulleys and ropes last night to lift the emperor up.
Of course, it was impossible to hang it up like a duck. Instead, the chair was tied tightly and the emperor sat on it. Eight guards on the platform pulled the rope that passed through the roller. Although the roller device was simple, it was very practical. Thanks to the joint efforts of the palace craftsmen and blacksmiths, it was completed in one night.
For the sake of safety, Zi'an also added a safety belt to the chair to secure the emperor's body, and two martial arts masters were hung on both sides of the emperor. If anything happened, the masters could immediately grab him to prevent any accidents.
When the emperor stepped down from the royal carriage, the people knelt down and shouted "Long live the emperor" three times. Everyone saw that the emperor's face was pale and there were no red spots. It was not a ghost face sore at all. The rumor was self-defeating.
Zi'an went up to the platform first. When he saw the excited people below and their loud shouts of "Long live the emperor", the sound shook the sky, and he couldn't help but feel excited in his heart.
This kind of magnificent occasion is actually the easiest to touch people's hearts, but it is also the easiest to make people obsessed with power.
She looked at Murong Jie. The old man still had a stern face and no expression, but his eyes were very alert, scanning the surroundings like lightning.
Today he was wearing a yellow regency dynasty suit embroidered with a four-clawed real dragon. He had a handsome and cold face. He was more imposing and dignified than the sickly emperor, and also, handsome!
Zi'an couldn't help but exclaim in his heart, so handsome!
Such an outstanding man is her husband and the one who will accompany her for the rest of her life.
She was so lucky. She had always thought that she would end up alone. How could someone like her find a suitable man? Who would be willing to accompany her for the rest of her life
But, after traveling through time and space, she found it.
While he was daydreaming, the emperor arrived safely at the altar. The imperial teacher came forward to greet him. Zi'an stepped back and stood guard at his side with the other guards.
Murong Jie came up with a team of personal guards, arranged the defense, and then stood beside the emperor.
(End of this chapter)