"How could it have nothing to do with my sister! It has everything to do with it!" The little chubby dumpling bounced on the dragon bed, his little bottom bouncing with reckless abandon.
It must be said, although the little chubby dumpling wasn’t big, he was well-fed, round and cute, with quite a bit of weight!
With such a bounce, Emperor Zhoulin’s face imdiately turned black. Didn’t he just hear a suppressed scream of pain from his beloved concubine under the brocade quilts?
"Calm down, calm down! Don’t bounce anymore, if you keep bouncing, my old arms and legs will fall apart!" The concubine under the quilt was about to be crushed to death, and Emperor Zhoulin was sweating bullets inside. He hurriedly grabbed an outer garnt and draped it over himself, scooping up the mischievous little child into his arms, suppressing a stomach full of frustration, and soothing gently, "Xiao Yaoyao, you stord into my harem in the middle of the night, for what? Your sister? How do I owe you a sister?"
Can’t afford to offend, can’t afford to offend! This is the only son of the Southern Emperor to date, the little highness of the Southern Country!
That status is far more noble than his Great Zhou’s prince! Didn’t you see that row of fierce Miao girls outside the palace? One wrong move, and there’s going to be a fight!
This can only be coaxed!
"Sister! It’s sister!" The little chubby dumpling nodded with certainty, his chubby little face full of indignation, "It’s all because of you, you are so inattentive and procrastinating, people at ho say that if you don’t propose, mother and Uncle Wood won’t marry, so I won’t have a sister, so it’s because of you! I don’t have a sister! How can you be like this? I don’t have a sister, how do you even have the mood to sleep?"
Bla him? Is it wrong for him to sleep? Emperor Zhoulin was speechless. He had been emperor for half his life and it was the first ti he knew that the most unreasonable beings in this world were not the scheming concubines of the harem, but little children!
This is completely unreasonable, finding fault on purpose!
"I also want your mother and Imperial Grandson to get married soon, but..." Emperor Zhoulin looked troubled, but is this marriage request easy? With the nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine dowry presents from Southern Emperor Changsheng in front, as the Great Zhou Emperor, even if he went broke selling pots and iron, he couldn’t co up with a decent proposal gift! Of course, this he couldn’t say, it would be too damaging to his dignity as a nation’s emperor, so Emperor Zhoulin ca up with another excuse, "But Imperial Grandson Mu has a little grudge with , doesn’t want to talk about marriage, and your mother’s traveling palace is directly closing doors, how do you think I should handle this?"
Saying it brings tears, Emperor Zhoulin felt that being emperor at his age was the most disgraceful thing in history, couldn’t be any more embarrassing!
"Really?" The little chubby dumpling, hearing this, beca puzzled. Could it be that the reason he didn’t have a sister wasn’t on this old emperor grandpa? He sounded so pitiful, almost about to cry.
"Of course, it’s true, as the Son of Heaven, do I deceive?" Emperor Zhoulin imdiately affird upon hearing this.
This matter, really not his fault, he is willing but unable, isn’t it?
"Then why did you want to execute my nine familial exterminations and commit suicide before!" The little chubby dumpling blinked his big eyes and pouted.
Emperor Zhoulin: "..."
Tears ran! What kind of child did the Southern Emperor raise? This is too much of an evildoer, how to live? Must they push him to suicide?
The little chubby dumpling saw Emperor Zhoulin’s expression, and his little face imdiately wrinkled. The look in his eyes at Emperor Zhoulin was also extrely strange, his little expression clearly saying, see see, didn’t you say the Son of Heaven doesn’t lie, isn’t this lying to a child?
Slapped in the face! Red-handedly slapped in the face!
Outside the bed chamber, even Hongyan Jiaojiao, the leader, shed a bitter tear for Emperor Zhoulin, pitiful! Too pitiful! Look at how her little highness blocked him! Interrupted a good thing, breaking it apart might be okay, but if the old emperor of the Southern Country Bashu gets choked to death by their little highness, what then?
"Little highness, the Sovereign will be entering the capital soon, why not wait until then, and let the Zhou Dynasty emperor propose?" Hongyan Jiaojiao, out of conscience, felt deep sympathy for Emperor Zhoulin, couldn’t help but peek into the bed chamber, saying to the little highness pounding on the bed, "The Sovereign is an elder, marriage of children should be decided by elders, then the wedding date can be set early..."
The "Lord" in Hongyan Jiaojiao’s mouth was none other than the Sovereign’s own father, Gu Taitian, who had greatly benefited the Witch and Gu Tribes!
"Makes sense! Old Handso Grandpa hasn’t co yet!" The little chubby dumpling’s eyes lit up hearing this. Rembering that Old Handso Grandpa would soon arrive, he was relieved, wiggling out of Emperor Zhoulin’s arms, waving his little arms and legs to crawl off the dragon bed, and as he climbed he said to Emperor Zhoulin, "When Old Handso Grandpa cos, you must be quick, I’m still waiting for a sister, got it?"
Emperor Zhoulin quickly nodded upon hearing this, must be quick, mainly you have to give him a person to bargain with first!
He couldn’t even see a single person he could talk to, who could he tell?
And this kind of bed-pounding thing, he didn’t want to experience again in his life!
Finally, the little chubby dumpling climbed off the dragon bed, his short little legs touched the ground. He properly patted his wrinkled little clothes, waved his little claw to the dazed Emperor Zhoulin, and said cheerfully, "You must be quick, I’m still waiting for a sister! I’m leaving first, you go back to sleep!"
Sitting on the bed wrapped in an outer robe, Emperor Zhoulin felt entirely wooden.
Still sleep? After such an uproar, he could still sleep? It would be strange if he could!
Emperor Zhoulin wanted to shout three tis to the heavens to vent his anger!
"Uncle Wood is so handso, Grandpa Bao is so prosperous, why is the Old Emperor so dopey? It doesn’t make sense!"
Before Emperor Zhoulin could shout, the confused voice of a little child ca from outside the hall.
"Little Highness, the dragon has nine sons, and none of them are identical. Moreover, they’re generations apart, so it’s understandable if they’re not the sa. Being a bit dopey is allowed too," Hongyan Jiaojiao’s extrely respectful voice ca through.
The little atball nodded, "Yeah, when the forest is big, all kinds of birds are there!"
Birds?
You’re the bird!
Your whole family is birds!
Ah, spit! Wait, he’s soon about to beco family with that little imp! He’s no bird! Emperor Zhoulin almost spat blood, tears streaked up, where was he dopey? He was clearly angered into being dopey, wasn’t he?
"Your Majesty, is that really your great-grandson?" Under the brocade quilts, a certain concubine timidly poked out half her head and whispered.
"Yes! A cheap great-grandson!" How excessively opportunistic! Emperor Zhoulin’s heart was bleeding...
This Southern Emperor is indeed just like the rumors, arrogant and dissolute, an unreliable playboy, teaching children that aren’t good birds! Emperor Zhoulin’s old eyes were on fire, clenched his fists silently, planning to snatch away the education of their own Imperial Grandson Mu and Southern Emperor’s future children, to avoid them being led astray!
Emperor Zhoulin was planning far ahead, contemplating Gu Changsheng’s children, while over on Gu Changsheng’s side, she was already fast asleep, cozily nestled in a familiar embrace.
Adventurous deeds were out of the question. Although there was no one in the dog hole anymore, and her dear son had retreated after blowing the trumpet, there were on-duty female officials openly serving in the ear chamber. With just a curtain in between, her evildoer had to behave!
Climbing into bed was already outrageous; doing anything more would definitely not sit well with the Southern Border Bashu’s liberal old ministers!
Hence, be good, and rest!
A good night’s sleep; the slumbering Gu Changsheng awoke to find her evildoer had already vanished before her foster father woke up. Learning that her son not only sneaked through a hole last night to ruin her plans but also went to the palace and thwarted Emperor Zhoulin’s important succession matters, Gu Changsheng found herself oddly balanced amidst the chaos!
"Soone! Soone! Get this dog hole filled for ! Fill it tightly! Add several layers of bricks!" After recovering from the ss, Gu Changsheng quickly instructed the female officials.
"At your command," the female official respectfully answered, then watched as Her Royal Highness rushed out of the hall like the wind. The female official blinked, "What’s gotten our Sovereign so frantic?"
"The Little Highness is probably in trouble," another female official said as she tidied the bed chamber.
Indeed, as the female official said, Gu Changsheng was headed straight for the little atball; her precious son, in the past two years, she had been lax in discipline. Not disciplining for three days, he’d threaten to dismantle the roof; now, it wasn’t just about dismantling the roof anymore; he dared to go to the Imperial Palace and ruin the Emperor’s plans for lineage continuation!
This was a disaster waiting to happen!
"Gu Yaoyao! Co out for !" Rushing to her precious son’s bed chamber, Gu Changsheng shouted even before entering, with a line of female officials behind her all worried for the Little Highness.
Her Sovereign is very angry, and the consequences are severe!
Inside the bed chamber, the little atball, clutching a quilt, heard his mother’s loud shout and imdiately rolled over from the bed, dressed in little nightclothes and bare feet, spinning in circles, "Oh no, oh no! Mom is angry, she’s definitely coming to scold !"
Whenever his mom called him Gu Yaoyao, it ant trouble was coming; the little atball had long realized this!
Therefore, before his mom entered the room, the little atball swiftly found a dog hole in his bed chamber, squeezed his head in, and escaped outside!
Luckily, his dog holes were many!
Exiting the bed chamber and hearing his mother’s thundering voice inside, the little atball’s chubby little face scrunched up, scratching his little head with worry, "Where to run? Where is safe? I just wanted a little sister, why is mom so mad? Boo hoo... where to hide?"
At this mont, he knew seeking sanctuary with Grandpa Godfather would just get him caught by mom. He needed to hide sowhere else!
Spinning in place a few tis, the little atball suddenly slapped his forehead and smiled, "Ah! I rember now! Little wife, help! Your mother-in-law wants to murder your husband!"
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