PNB Chapter 591 The Little Princess Who Depends on the Imperial Concubine in the World of Palace Fightin
Chapter 591 The Little Princess Who Depends on the Imperial Concubine in the World of Palace Fightin
In the early morning of Yongshou Palace, Xia Yingying leaned lazily on the soft couch, her fingertips fiddling with the teacup unconsciously, her expression listless.
The emperor came back from court and saw his beloved concubine looking listless. He couldn't help but laugh: "Why, you still haven't gotten used to Miaomiao not sticking to you?"
The little guy used to always find different ways to circle around Xia Yingying, like a sticky rice dumpling, but I don’t know what happened recently, he’s considered it good to see her twice a day.
Even at night, I have to sleep alone.
This made Xia Yingying feel uncomfortable no matter how she thought about it.
Without the little heater in her arms, she felt empty inside and nothing was right.
Hearing the emperor's ridicule, Xia Yingying rolled her eyes at him in anger: "Your Majesty, what do you know? Miaomiao is only three years old. She suddenly refuses to sleep with me. There must be something wrong."
"Relax," the emperor said, sitting down beside her and comforting her, "children are growing up, and they always have their own secrets."
Xia Yingying snorted softly and turned her face to the window.
Of course she knew this.
only...
Xia Yingying touched her empty waist, feeling as if a piece of her heart was missing. The little tail that used to follow her everywhere was now nowhere to be seen all day.
The little guy is less than three years old, why should he be independent? At this age, he should stick to his mother.
"How about..." The emperor came over and suggested maliciously, "Should I have someone bring Miaomiao here?"
"No!" Xia Yingying immediately refused, "I'm not the kind of mother who can't leave her children!"
If other people knew about this, where would I put my face?
The imperial concubine is still very proud.
Just as he finished speaking, there was a rustling noise outside the door.
A furry little head poked in from the crack in the door, and its big black eyes froze when it saw the emperor.
"Father is here too." Miaomiao muttered softly, hesitating whether to come in.
The emperor was quick to pick up the hesitant little fat boy and put him in Xia Yingying's arms: "Go and comfort your mother, she is unhappy now."
"Xiao Mingye!" Xia Yingying blushed and called out the emperor's name. She hurriedly caught her daughter and said, "What nonsense are you talking about!"
Miaomiao took it seriously and slapped Xia Yingying's face anxiously: "Don't cry, Mom! Who bullied you? Miaomiao, go beat him up."
As he spoke, he clenched his limp fists.
Xia Yingying was too embarrassed to speak, but the emperor just watched the fun and didn't mind making a big deal out of it: "It's you, little fool. You haven't come to see mother recently, and mother is sad."
Miaomiao's eyes widened, and her mouth opened wide enough to fit an egg: "How could that be? Miaomiao loves mommy the most!"
At this point, Xia Yingying couldn't hold it in any longer and asked, "Then why do you always hide from me?"
The little cub was so anxious that he couldn't speak coherently, "It's, it's because..."
The little hand rummaged in his pocket for a long time before he pulled out a wrinkled little purse. On it were embroidered the words "Safe and Healthy" with crooked stitches. The thread was all over the place, yet it exuded a kind of clumsy cuteness.
"Miao Miao wanted to give Mommy a surprise..." The little fat boy blushed and his voice became smaller and smaller, "But the embroidery was too ugly."
Xia Yingying was stunned.
She took the ugly-but-cute purse and stroked the uneven stitches with her fingertips. In front of her eyes, she seemed to picture the little girl lying in front of the embroidery frame, her face wrinkled as she struggled with the needle and thread.
The resentment that had been pent up in my chest for days suddenly turned into a soft cloud.
"It doesn't matter if mommy doesn't like it. Miaomiao will practice hard and do better." The little guy promised Xia Yingying seriously.
"I like it..." Xia Yingying hugged her daughter in her arms, her voice choked with sobs, "Mom likes it the most."
After saying this, she couldn't wait to tie the purse around her waist and proudly raised her chin towards the emperor.
Oh my, who doesn’t have a purse embroidered by his lovely daughter?
The emperor pinched Miaomiao's chubby little face sourly: "Where's mine?"
Miaomiao was stunned.
She really hadn't thought of preparing a gift for her father - after all, in her heart, "father" was more like a noble title, not a "daddy" who would play with her.
Seeing the emperor's feigned sadness, the kindhearted little cub ignored everything else and patted his knees: "Miao Miao, do it for your father next time!"
"No, I want it now." The emperor bargained childishly, "Unless... you call me daddy."
The emperor had long noticed that Miaomiao addressed himself and Yingying differently.
She calls Yingying mother, and when it’s her turn, she calls him father.
The emperor was very unhappy.
"Daddy!" Miaomiao followed suit and called out softly.
Within three days, the entire harem knew two things:
One is that the Imperial Concubine suddenly had an incredibly ugly purse on her waist, and she had to show off to everyone that it was embroidered by my daughter herself;
Second, all the concubines with children suddenly began to force their children to do manual work.
It's because the imperial concubine showed off too much, making those concubines with children feel uncomfortable.
"Look at Princess Anle!" Concubine Xian grabbed the eldest prince's ear and said, "You're already eight years old and you've never given me any gifts!"
The second princess was pressed in front of the embroidery frame by Concubine De, crying bitterly: "Mother, I really don't know how to use a needle!"
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Meanwhile, in Yongshou Palace, the instigator was nestling in his mother's arms, happily eating sweets and cakes, completely unaware of the turmoil he had caused.
Xia Yingying stroked the purse around her waist and suddenly thought, it might be a good idea for children to be independent occasionally.