The man was tall with long legs, while Feng Xiaoli was short and had short legs, watching as the man’s footsteps got closer and closer.
Feng Xiaoli was already so anxious that she was sweating profusely.
"Who can help Xiaoli?"
Feng Xiaoli was about to cry.
Not far away, a dog hole appeared in her sight.
Feng Xiaoli quickly crouched down and crawled out through the dog hole.
"Brat, this time I will definitely not let you go."
The man also broke out in a cold sweat.
He remembered that little girl; she was the bastard child of Dugu Wu and Feng Bailing.
How could she be in the Cold Palace?
But at this moment, the man could not care about that anymore; if Feng Xiaoli let anything slip, if her observations today were revealed, he would be doomed.
Not just him, but she would be ruined as well.
All they had painstakingly built over the years would be ruined.
He must kill that brat.
Feng Xiaoli was running around like a headless fly; wherever she saw a path, she ran, with footsteps chasing her from behind, getting closer and closer.
The Imperial Palace was like a labyrinth, Feng Xiaoli could not find an exit at all.
Just as she was about to be caught, she ran into a floral archway.
Her small face hit a wall of flesh.
Feng Xiaoli covered her little nose, about to burst into tears.
"Where did this clumsy child come from?"
A somewhat majestic voice floated down from above.
Feng Xiaoli looked up and saw a middle-aged man.
The man looked ill, with handsome features, wearing a bright yellow robe.
Feng Xiaoli blurted out.
"How dare you, Holy..."
The little eunuch at his side, startled, rebuked loudly.
"You call me grandpa?"
Feng Xiaoli nodded vigorously, clinging to the man’s long legs before quickly climbing up.
The man laughed heartily.
"Whose little wild monkey are you?"
"I am Feng Xiaoli, the child of my father and Her Majesty, not a little monkey."
For some reason, after seeing the man, Feng Xiaoli felt much safer and clung to his long legs without letting go, puffing up her cheeks and speaking with righteous indignation.
"This child is bold, daring to talk back."
The man laughed even more joyfully.
Hearing the voice not far away, the man’s brows furrowed.
Dongfang Cheng had been pursuing her, only to see Feng Xiaoli clinging onto Emperor Yongye’s body.
He was startled and hastily knelt down, sneaking a peek at Feng Xiaoli.
Feng Xiaoli made a face at him.
"What are you making such a racket in the Imperial Palace for? You’re so old, yet you’re chasing a child."
Emperor Yongye’s face darkened.
Prince Mu and the other senior officials had said, Dongfang Cheng was his eldest son, and as the Crown Prince had been ill for a long time, to avoid conflict between the princes, it was most appropriate to make the eldest son the Crown Prince.
Dongfang Cheng had been performing quite well recently.
But today, seeing his reckless behavior, where did he resemble a Crown Prince?
"Father Emperor, this little girl is a thief, a habitual offender, she has already stolen from me outside the palace."
In his urgency, Dongfang Cheng quickly explained.
"You’re the thief, I am Feng Xiaoli, my mother is Feng Bailing, my father is Dugu Wu, I’m not a thief."
Feng Xiaoli said indignantly.
"You’re the child of Dugu Wu and Feng Bailing?"
Emperor Yongye was shocked and looked down at Feng Xiaoli.
He saw the little fat girl, although a bit heavy, had delicate and beautiful facial features, even surpassing those of Nalan Yan’er and the Crown Prince’s pair of dragon and phoenix twins.
Among the children Emperor Yongye had seen, only Dugu Xiaojin, the son of Dugu Wu, could be compared to her.
"How come you are alone in the palace?"
Feng Xiaoli, the daughter of Feng Bailing and Dugu Wu, was also so outstanding; Emperor Yongye’s expression changed unpredictably.