In the evening, Chu Ping led a group of Xiu Luo Envoy on business.
As they passed a secluded palace road, they faintly heard the sound of crying.
He halted his steps, suspiciously following the sound.
Turning around a corner, he found a palace servant squatting there, wiping her tears.
Chu Ping looked carefully again: "Xiao Mei? Why are you crying! Who bullied you?"
Qingmei stopped crying, immediately stood up, and wiped her tears.
"Why are you here? I’m fine, I’m heading back to Ruizhu Palace now." Having said that, Qingmei lifted her skirt and hurried to leave.
Chu Ping quickly caught up: "You must have been bullied by someone, or why would you be here hiding and shedding tears alone."
"Tell me who it is, I’ll stand up for you!"
Qingmei waved her hand: "Don’t ask! Just mind your own business."
Chu Ping immediately ran a few steps and stood in front of Qingmei.
He said seriously: "If you don’t tell today, I won’t let you leave."
Qingmei frowned: "You! Why are you being unreasonable too?"
"Who else is being unreasonable? Just tell me, and I’ll deal with that person for you!"
Qingmei lowered her head: "There’s no one you can afford to offend."
Chu Ping was taken aback and waved his hand, signaling the Xiu Luo Envoy behind him to step back a bit.
"Are you saying Princess? She bullied you?"
Qingmei immediately raised her head: "Of course not, the Princess treats me well!"
She originally didn’t want to make a fuss, but since Chu Ping was her friend and pressed her , Qingmei simply stopped hiding.
"Isn’t it Su Yinling, who takes the Princess out to play every day? The Princess is still young and should practice her writing at this hour, but she doesn’t and instead just thinks about going out with Su Yinling."
Qingmei told Chu Ping everything she had seen in the past few days.
By the end, she sniffled, feeling very wronged.
"I tried to stop Su Yinling with good intentions, but relying on the trust from the Princess and the Emperor, she called me a servant and told me to consider the Princess and think for her good."
Qingmei wiped her tears with a handkerchief: "How can I not be good to the Princess? I think of her as my own sister, yet Su Yinling is ruining the Princess’s good habits, and I’m about to explode with anger!"
"But she’s the Emperor’s benefactor, and I’m powerless."
Chu Ping listened, getting even more upset: "I had long suspected that Su Yinling wasn’t anything good. She’s been here a few days, and dares to sow discord between you and the Princess."
He pondered deeply: "Xiao Mei, don’t cry. I’ll go back and tell the Marquis, he’ll definitely have a way to deal with this Su Yinling!"
Qingmei hurriedly said: "You better not tell Marquis Wan, I’m afraid the Princess might protect Su Yinling now and argue with the Marquis, that wouldn’t be good."
Chu Ping raised a hand, patting her shoulder to comfort her: "Our Marquis has his ways, and won’t conflict with the Princess, rest assured."
The next day, the weather was pleasant with gentle winds.
In the Imperial Garden, happy laughter of children could be heard from time to time.
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Feng Fuce wore an ice silk dark robe, slightly cinched at the waist, making his youthful figure appear tall.
His piercing brows under the jade crown, paired with those cold, stern eyes, were like a piece of white jade walking through the summer, both cold and frigid.
He led his people along the flower-path trail, heading towards Bai Zhi’er.
Chu Ping followed behind him, seeing the figures ahead, he immediately said: "Marquis, now is the Princess’s practice writing time, look, that Su Yinling has brought the Princess to catch butterflies and play again! No ambition!"
Feng Fuce’s deep eyes gazed at the distant Bai Zhi’er and Su Yinling.