The group's favorite little Fubao has become the most arrogant kid in the whole imperial city

Chapter 12 The Tyrant Daddy is Angry Again!
The eldest prince took Xihe to Yuanyang Palace. As soon as they arrived at the door of Yuanyang Palace, they heard the roar of Emperor Jingyuan coming from inside. It seemed that someone had provoked Emperor Jingyuan again, and the great tyrant was angry.

Sanping was waiting outside, and when he saw the eldest prince and the little princess coming, he hurried forward to greet them.

"This servant greets the eldest prince and Princess Zhaoyuan."

"Get up." The eldest prince glanced at the palace door and asked, "Is your father handling state affairs?"

"Your Highness, yes." Sanping estimated that he would be inside for a while, so he asked, "I wonder if the two princes have anything to say, and whether I need to go in and report it."

Xihe was always restless in the eldest prince's arms and kept moving. The eldest prince sighed and changed his sister into a comfortable position. Then he looked up and said, "Xihe hasn't eaten yet. I'll bring Xihe to father's place for a meal."

Sanping suddenly looked up and met the eldest prince's meaningful eyes, and immediately understood half of what he meant.

"Uncle Sanping, Xihe is hungry." The little princess's baby voice came, and her whole body drooped, covering her little belly.

"I understand. Your Highnesses, please wait for a moment. I will report to you right away."

The little princess's affairs are top priority.

Unexpectedly, Xihe grabbed Sanping and jumped out of the eldest prince's arms.

"Uncle Sanping, Xihe will go by himself."

Xihe rushed in with his two short legs.

As soon as the door was opened a little, it was discovered by Emperor Jingyuan.

Emperor Jingyuan was so angry at the idiots in the Ministry of Revenue that he thought it was Sanping and was about to curse.

"What are you doing sneaking around? Get in here!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a child as tall as a garlic sprout squeezed in from the half-open door and looked at Emperor Jing Yuan timidly, "Daddy."

Emperor Jingyuan was stunned for a moment, looked at the meat ball by the door, suppressed his anger, and said softly: "Why is Xihe here? Have you had lunch?"

Xihe looked at the messy Yuanyang Palace and was silent for a moment.

The big tyrant daddy is angry again.

The imperial desk that should have been filled with memorials was in a mess. The ink painting on the wall was on the face of a certain lord in the hall. The ground was covered with broken porcelain pieces, and a few leaves of tea were hanging on the tip of a certain lord's nose, which looked a bit funny. As for the imperial sword, it was in the hands of a certain tyrant.

Xihe glanced at the minister who was rolling under the feet of the tyrant and sighed.

If her prediction was correct, if she had come in a moment later, the imperial sword would have probably fallen on this gentleman's head.

Xihe shook her head obediently, but seemed to be particularly interested in the sword in Emperor Jingyuan's hand and stared at it intently.

"Dad, I haven't eaten yet. My brother and I came to your place to have a meal."

Fearing that the sword might injure his little daughter, Emperor Jingyuan immediately put the sword back into the scabbard, walked over, picked up his little daughter, and put her on his lap, "Why did you come here without having dinner?"

The aura around Emperor Jingyuan visibly stabilized. The ministers kneeling below looked at each other, trying to guess the identity of the princess before them.

It is such an honor to dare to come to Yuanyang Palace to dine. I have never heard that His Majesty particularly favors any princess.

Emperor Jingyuan turned his eyes to the group of ministers, and the familiar disgust returned, "What are you standing there for? Clean them up! You are a bunch of trash."

A group of ministers began to busily restore the furnishings of Yuanyang Hall, but their eyes were vaguely drifting towards the figure in Emperor Jingyuan's arms.

"Mother said that the food in the palace cannot be eaten, so she asked Xihe to come to Daddy's place for lunch."

Just as he was speaking, the eldest prince also came in, teased his sister, and then stood quietly aside. "Can't eat?" Emperor Jingyuan lowered his eyelids and looked at the eldest prince next to him, "What's going on?"

The eldest prince knew that his sister was the one who had initiated it, so he told her everything in detail. He did not express any position, but it was enough to make Emperor Jingyuan furious.

Sanping, who was standing by, was even more frightened when he heard this. The little princess was poisoned. It seemed that someone was going to die in the palace again.

Emperor Jingyuan's face turned blue, his eyes were wide open, and the blood was rushing in his body. He took several deep breaths before he suppressed the violence in his heart.

"Sanping, ask the imperial kitchen to prepare some of the little princess's favorite dishes and send them to Yuanyang Palace quickly."

"The slave obeys the order."

Emperor Jingyuan fed his daughter a bowl of egg custard to fill her stomach. The expression in his eyes changed, but returned to normal the moment his daughter looked at him.

"Xihe, next time something like this happens, you must come to daddy, okay?" Emperor Jingyuan touched his daughter's cheek lovingly, feeling somewhat relieved that he had survived the calamity.

Today it happened that it was the imperial concubine's maid who discovered it. If she hadn't discovered it, the bowl of poisonous food would have been delivered to her daughter's mouth. When Emperor Jingyuan thought of this, he could no longer suppress the violence in his heart.

Xihe smiled and nodded, "Xihe knows, Daddy will definitely protect Xihe, right?"

Seeing his little daughter's absolutely trusting eyes, Emperor Jingyuan softened his heart at once, "Yes, Daddy will protect Xihe. Next time Xihe has any problems, she can come to Daddy directly. Daddy will help you catch the bad guys."

"Any time?"

The little princess nestled in the arms of Emperor Jingyuan. A milky scent wafted from her body, and combined with her fair skin, she looked like a milky ball.

Emperor Jingyuan nodded, "Yes, both are fine. If Daddy is not here, you can tell Sanping, Daddy will receive the news soon."

As soon as these words came out, Sanping, who was waiting on the side, was stunned for a moment.

Emperor Jingyuan meant to give the little princess a token that allowed her to pass unimpeded. Whether it was to attend court or to discuss matters, the little princess could come anywhere. Who could match such an honor and favor?

Xihe suddenly felt that it was not good for Emperor Jingyuan to be so tall, so she hugged Emperor Jingyuan and said, "Daddy is so good to Xihe, muah~"

When Emperor Jingyuan received the fragrance from his daughter, he felt elated, but he also hated those who committed the crime even more.

While having a delicious lunch holding his little daughter in his arms, Emperor Jingyuan thought of another thing.

"Does Xihe want to go out of the palace to play?" Children are very playful. They must have been bored in the palace. It might be better to take them out for a walk.

Sure enough, the next second Xihe's eyes suddenly lit up, "Is it okay?"

Seeing the light in his little daughter's eyes, Emperor Jing Yuan nodded lovingly, "Of course, when Nanli's affairs are dealt with in the next two days, Daddy will take you out for a walk."

"Okay, Xihe loves daddy the most." Xihe immediately threw herself at Emperor Jingyuan with a bear hug. Touching the soft girl in his arms, Emperor Jingyuan felt warm in his heart. Only this ignorant little girl dared to be so casual in front of him.

After the meal, the eldest prince was kept by Emperor Jingyuan to ask about his homework, and Xihe returned to Fuhua Palace first.

As soon as she walked out of Yuanyang Palace, Emperor Jingyuan ordered Sanping to conduct a thorough investigation.

Xihe saw Concubine Chen from afar.

"Mother, I'm back."

Xihe rolled accurately into the arms of Concubine Chen, rubbing against her arms. The Concubine was still the best, fragrant and soft.

(End of this chapter)