PNB Chapter 579 The Little Princess Who Depends on the Imperial Concubine in the World of Palace Fightin
Chapter 579 The Little Princess Who Depends on the Imperial Concubine in the World of Palace Fightin
The midday sun shone through the carved window lattices, and the small dining table in Yongshou Palace was filled with exquisite dishes.
Miaomiao sat on a specially made low stool with a bowl of fragrant chicken porridge in front of her.
"Young master, let me feed you." Nanny Song scooped up a spoonful of porridge, blew on it gently, her eyes full of kindness.
She has served the imperial concubine wholeheartedly all her life. Now that the imperial concubine is unable to have children, the little princess may be the imperial concubine's only child in the future, so she naturally has to take good care of her.
Miaomiao suddenly stretched out her little hand and said softly, "Mammy, Miaomiao wants to eat by herself!"
Xia Yingying was picking up food with silver chopsticks. She raised an eyebrow when she heard this: "You?" She looked at the little guy's chubby little hands, "I'm afraid he can't even hold the chopsticks steadily."
"Miaomiao, it's okay!" The little dumpling grabbed the chopsticks unconvinced, but just as he picked up a piece of crystal shrimp dumpling, it fell on the table with a "pop".
Nanny Song hurried to help, but Xia Yingying waved her hand, a hint of interest flashing in her eyes: "Let her try."
Seeing that his mother wanted to see a good show, the little fat boy puffed out his cheeks, snorted heavily, and held the chopsticks in his little fat hand with a proud and confident look.
The scene that followed was a disaster - the little guy couldn't control himself and the rice didn't go into his mouth, but all over his face. Rice grains stuck to his cheeks, sauce dripped on his lapel, and a piece of vegetable even got stuck on his bun.
Just a dirty little kid.
Xia Yingying looked at her daughter, who looked like a little cat, and frowned in disdain: "She's so dirty."
Miaomiao was completely oblivious. She tilted her rice-stained face up and smiled foolishly at her mother: "Look, Mommy! Miaomiao can eat by herself!"
Xia Yingying said, "It's so dirty," but she honestly picked up the handkerchief and gently wiped the rice grains off her daughter's face. Her movements were so gentle that even Aunt Song was secretly surprised.
Miaomiao closed her eyes and raised her face, obediently wiping her mother's face.
"Ah——" After wiping his face, Xiaojia opened his mouth wide and picked up a piece of sweet and sour pork ribs with trembling chopsticks like coaxing a child, "Mom, eat too!"
Xia Yingying wanted to refuse, but when she met those sparkling eyes, she lowered her head and took a bite as if possessed.
The sweet taste melts on the tip of the tongue, and it is sweeter than anything I have eaten before.
Humph, it’s not in vain that I raised this little brat.
Xia Yingying suppressed the upturned corners of her mouth and seemed calm, but in fact she was very happy in her heart.
At this moment, Hongxiu walked in: "Your Majesty, Xiao Qingzi's injury has healed, and I came to express my gratitude."
Xia Yingying wiped her hands and said, "Bring it in."
Xiao Qingzi walked in with his head lowered, kneeling respectfully and saying, "Your servant greets the Imperial Concubine, and Her Royal Highness the Princess."
Miaomiao recognized the bullied eunuch as soon as she heard the voice. She immediately slid down from the chair and ran to Xiao Qingzi: "Get up! Does your leg still hurt?"
Xiao Qingzi didn't dare to stand up, so she just looked up slightly. The sun was shining right on the little princess, and there was still a piece of vegetable leaf stuck in her hair, but she looked no less innocent and lovely.
"In reply to the princess, I am much better now." His voice softened unconsciously.
"Your name is Xiao Qingzi?" Miaomiao was a little curious when she thought of what Sister Hongxiu had just said.
"Yes." Xiao Qingzi lowered his head.
Miaomiao suddenly seemed to remember something and turned to look at the dining table, then at Xiaoqingzi: "Have you eaten?"
Xia Yingying frowned.
She herself didn't like the little one's attention being drawn to others, let alone sharing the food with the servants.
Nanny Song immediately understood and stepped forward, saying, "Don't worry, young master. The servants all have their regular meals."
"Oh..." Hearing this, Miaomiao stopped making a fuss and nodded obediently.
"Mom, can Miaomiao give Xiaoqingzi a piece of cake?" The little cub walked to Xia Yingying, tugged at her clothes, and looked eagerly.
"Of course." Xia Yingying did not refuse Miaomiao.
After getting permission, Miaomiao stood on tiptoe, grabbed a piece of lotus cake from the table, and carefully held it in front of Xiao Qingzi: "This is for you, it's so sweet!"
Xiao Qingzi was stunned. No matter how high he climbed in his previous life, no one had ever asked him if he had eaten, let alone given him cakes.
He took it with trembling hands, the warmth of the pastry passing through his fingertips. "Your servant...thanks, Princess, for the reward."
Xia Yingying looked at this scene and felt inexplicably uncomfortable.
She coughed lightly and said, "Now that your injury has healed, you can work outside the hospital from now on." The implication was that he was not allowed to appear in front of Miaomiao often.
"Yes." Xiao Qingzi lowered his eyes. Now he had no right to refuse.
Miaomiao ran back to Xia Yingying and rubbed against her coquettishly: "Mommy is the best!"
Xia Yingying looked down and saw her daughter's greasy little hands grabbing her sleeves, leaving two clear little paw prints. She should have been angry, but she just nodded at Miaomiao's forehead helplessly: "Little dirty cat."
As Xiao Qingzi retreated, he took one last look at the warm scene inside the room. In the sunshine, the imperial concubine was patiently teaching the little princess how to hold chopsticks correctly, while the little princess, who was supposed to die young, was smiling like a sunflower.
He clenched the hibiscus cake in his hand, as if he was holding on to a second chance given by fate.
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In the courtyard of Yongshou Palace, Xia Yingying was sitting at a stone table, teaching Miaomiao how to use a brush to trace red ink.
The little girl held the pen in a crooked manner, and her hands were covered with ink, but she continued to draw crooked lines on the paper with great pleasure.
"Mom, look! This is what Miaomiao wrote!" The little girl held up the rice paper. The crooked ink marks on it looked like a little earthworm.
Xia Yingying suppressed her laughter and nodded solemnly, "Yes, there has been progress."
The cub puffed out his chest proudly.
Cub proud.
At this moment, Hongxiu hurried in, with an unconcealable joy on her face: "Your Majesty, Madam Xia and the Fourth Young Master are here!"
Xia Yingying paused with the teacup in her hand and stood up suddenly: "Mom is here?"
As soon as she finished speaking, familiar footsteps were heard outside the courtyard. Madam Xia, dressed in a lavender silk gown and a single white jade hairpin in her hair, exuded the heroic spirit of a military family amidst her dignified and gentle demeanor. She immediately spotted her daughter standing in the corridor, and her eyes instantly reddened.
"Yingying..."
"Mother!" Xia Yingying stepped forward quickly and hugged Mrs. Xia, unable to stop crying.
Since entering the palace, the mother and daughter have had very few opportunities to meet each other. Every time they meet, they are bound by rules and etiquette. How could they have hugged each other as freely as they do now?
Miaomiao was originally lying on the stone table, writing seriously, when she suddenly heard her mother crying. She was so scared that she dropped her brush and quickly slid down from the stool. She was about to rush over with her short legs: "Why is mother crying? Who bullied mother?"
Nanny Song quickly grabbed her and said softly, "Don't worry, young master. The queen is happy."
"Can you cry when you are happy?" Miaomiao tilted her head, looking confused.
When Mrs. Xia heard the question in a childish voice, she noticed the little girl beside her.
She let go of her daughter and looked down—
A delicate little baby was looking up at her, with big round eyes like two black grapes, chubby cheeks, and two silly hairs sticking up on the top of its head. It was so cute that it made people's hearts melt.
"Oh, this is the little princess, right?" Madam Xia squatted down and gently took Miaomiao's hand. "What a beautiful child."
Miaomiao blinked and suddenly smiled sweetly: "Madam is beautiful too! Like a fairy!"
Madam Xia was stunned for a moment, then she covered her mouth and laughed, with fine lines appearing at the corners of her eyes: "This little mouth is so sweet!"
Xia Yingying wiped her tears and said helplessly: "Mother, don't be fooled by her. This little girl is the best at coaxing people."
"No way!" Miaomiao pouted and retorted, looking aggrieved, which made Mrs. Xia laugh again.
At this moment, Xia Mingjin, who had been standing at the back, finally couldn't help himself. He was only sixteen years old and lively, and seeing his niece so cute, he had been itching to touch her.
"Sister, is this Miaomiao?" He came closer with sparkling eyes.
Xia Yingying nodded and said to Miaomiao, "This is your uncle."
Miaomiao looked at the boy in front of her curiously. Xia Mingjin was handsome, with eyebrows and eyes that resembled Xia Yingying, and he had two dimples when he smiled.
"Hello, little uncle!" Miaomiao bowed obediently, her voice soft and sweet.
Xia Mingjin was so cute that his heart was trembling. Finally, he couldn't help but reached out and pinched Miaomiao's face.
It feels soft and has a great hand feel.
"Woo--" Miaomiao's cheeks were pinched so that they puffed up like a little pufferfish, which made everyone laugh again.
Mrs. Xia rolled her eyes in annoyance and raised her hand to hit Xia Mingjin on the back of the head.
This damn kid.