When Prince Jing arrived at Anguo Tower, he ran upstairs and shouted, "Imperial Uncle, I'm back!"
There was no one on the second floor, and the third floor was also quiet.
Prince Jing abandoned his luxurious Prince robe and turned into a black cat and climbed up the stairs. If he wasn't in the sacrificial offering storage room or the training room, then he must be …
It was freezing outside, but the Anguo Tower was as warm as spring. Especially on this comfortable sixth floor, the wide and soft bed made people feel sleepy at first glance. The National Tutor, who was as beautiful as a jade carving, was lying quietly in the middle of the big bed.
Outside the window, the sky was covered with gray clouds, and the beauty was sleeping soundly inside the window. This scene made people who had been away from home for a long time sigh with emotion.
"Imperial Uncle …" Prince Jing stood on the railing and called softly. There was no response, so he paused for a moment and slowly lowered his body. Then, like a black arrow, he suddenly shot out and spread his limbs in the air and shouted happily, "Imperial Uncle, I'm back!"
"Bang!" The big black cat hit the National Tutor's chest.
"Cough, cough …" The beauty, who was sleeping soundly, suddenly coughed a few times. The National Tutor suddenly opened his eyes and saw a black cat's face.
The big black cat was still standing on the Imperial Uncle's chest recklessly and craning his neck to look at him.
She slowly narrowed her cold eyes and said in a cold voice, which was like an ice lake in the middle of winter, with a terrible killing intent hidden in the silence, "You're back."
Two hours later, Prince Jing, who was neatly dressed, happily went to Ci 'an Palace to pay his respects to his mother.
"What's wrong?" The Empress Dowager couldn't sit still when she saw Prince Jing's face. She stood up and took him to look carefully. The pink color around his peach blossom eyes had turned dark blue.
"Nothing, I just played with Imperial Uncle for a while." Prince Jing didn't care at all. He pulled the Empress Dowager to sit down and sat to her left. He felt that this angle was awkward, so he moved to her right. He still felt that it wasn't right, so he simply lifted his clothes and sat on the footstool. This way, he could lean against his mother's legs.
The Empress Dowager didn't know whether to laugh or cry as she watched him move around. She couldn't help but reach out and knock on Prince Jing's head. "How old are you? You're still so active." As she spoke, she asked Aunt Lin to bring some ointment and personally rubbed the corners of his eyes.
Prince Jing raised his head and obediently allowed his mother to apply the medicine. However, he couldn't help but take a look at the unsewn cloth doll next to the Empress Dowager's hand. Because the Empress Dowager was pinching his face, he could only look at it from the corner of his eyes. "It's so small. Who is it for?" It was a small cloth mouse that was only as thick as a finger.
"It's for Damao." The Empress Dowager said with a smile. This was a nickname that Prince Ling randomly came up with. Originally, no one agreed with it, but after he called it so many times, the Empress Dowager felt that it was a good name and followed suit. Thus, the nickname of the Crown Prince was decided.
"I also want one." Prince Jing thought for a moment. "I want one that can run."
"How can there be one that can run?" The Empress Dowager put away the ointment and pointed at Prince Jing. "One that can run is alive."
"It's fine if it's alive." Prince Jing smiled as he took out a small box from his chest. "This is your son's new gift. It's for your mother."
The Empress Dowager opened the box. Inside were five black pearls the size of pigeon eggs. The pearls of the Eastern Sea were precious, and the black pearls were the best of the best. Just one pearl was worth a hundred taels of gold.
"These pearls look good on young women. Your mother is getting on in years. In the future, these pearls should be left for your wangfei." The Empress Dowager stroked the smooth and round pearls with a smile on her face.
Prince Jing immediately shook his head. "These pearls can't be left in my fu." Originally, there were ten black pearls, but he couldn't find any after playing with them for a while. If he had come to the capital a few days later, he probably wouldn't have found these five pearls.
After staying in Ci 'an Palace for a while, Prince Jing couldn't sit still anymore. He jumped up and wanted to report to the Emperor about the situation at the Eastern Sea.
When the Empress Dowager heard that they had important matters to attend to, she didn't urge them to stay. She only gave him a hand warmer made of fox fur and warned him not to play with ice water by the lake. Otherwise, he might catch a cold.
Because the weather had been unusually cold recently, it was very cold to hold a hand warmer and burn incense burners. In the Imperial Palace, only the North Pole Palace and Ci 'an Palace could burn earthworms. Therefore, after lunch, Prince Ling, Prince Su, and His Royal Highness King Zhao refused to leave. They said that they wanted to see Prince Jing.
The cushion in the North Pole Palace was the most spacious. Prince Su lay on the cushion and allowed the black and yellow furball to crawl all over his body. Prince Ling ate a bit too much for lunch. He began to feel sleepy under the warmth of the earthworms. He grabbed the little fat cat and hugged it. He stuffed its four paws into its warm fur and yawned.
"Seventeenth Uncle, I'm not sleepy." His Royal Highness King Zhao said, feeling wronged. He still wanted to play for a while.
"Children are still growing. They need to sleep more." The big black and yellow cat said righteously. It licked the little fat cat's head and rested its chin on its warm, fat body. It closed its eyes comfortably.
His Majesty the Emperor sat on the cushion and read memorials. He glanced at his Imperial Uncle and younger brother, who had nothing to do. He immediately became unhappy.
Su Yu walked over with a plate of steaming hot dumplings. These dumplings were steamed with mixed grains and fish. The dumplings were soft and sweet. There were small irregularly shaped fish balls embedded in the middle. It was very delicious to eat one while it was still hot.
Several sleepy furballs smelled the fragrance and immediately raised their heads.
They sat down next to the Emperor and put the plate on their laps. They picked one up and blew on it before handing it to the Emperor, "You must be tired. Eat and rest for a while."
His Majesty the Emperor's mood immediately improved. He glanced at his Imperial Uncle and younger brother who were staring at the plate. He didn't reach out to take it and just took a bite from Su Yu's hand. An Hong-chul couldn't help but curve the corner of his mouth when the sweet and soft fish dumplings entered his mouth. Really, even if you want to curry favor with me, it's not good to do it in front of Imperial Uncle and younger brother.
"Is it delicious?" Su Yu saw the Emperor eating happily and couldn't help but curve his eyes.
His Majesty the Emperor looked at Su Yu's fair and handsome face that had turned pink from the steaming because he went to take the dumplings. He quickly licked his lips, "Just right."
"Meow!" The yellow and white striped little fat cat couldn't help but run over. It clung onto its older brother's leg and raised its head to ask for food. Actually, it wanted to cling onto Su Yu's leg more, but because it didn't want to become the Zhao Princess Royal, it chose to cling onto its older brother's knee the moment it stretched out its paw.
His Majesty the Emperor snorted, "This is something that only the person who approves the memorials can eat." He had worked so hard for a long time, and the stupid slave only made it because he felt sorry for him. Why should it be eaten by these stupid cats that only knew how to sleep!
Su Yu helplessly chuckled and didn't try to dissuade him. He just picked up the little cat that had crawled to his feet and broke off a bit of the dumplings to feed him, "Emperor, isn't it said that Seventh Imperial Uncle and Imperial Father are twins? Why is Prince Jing black? "
"Bi 'an is shaped like a tiger. Both gold and black are its colors." Prince Su had turned into a human at some point. He was wearing a black and white striped fur robe. He sat cross-legged next to Su Yu and picked up a piece of dumplings with a serious expression.
"That kid is an anomaly. Back then, even the National Tutor found it difficult to deal with him." Prince Ling saw that his brother had succeeded and immediately turned into a human. He casually sat next to Su Yu and pretended to have a long conversation. He grabbed a piece of dumplings to eat while he was at it.
Bi 'an's power was divided into two sides. One side was to protect the fairness of the world, and the other side was to eliminate the evils of the world. Every generation of the Imperial Family would have a pure golden cat born into the world. This was the Crown Prince who had inherited the bloodline of Bi' an and was good at ruling the country. Black cats, on the other hand, were not born in every generation. They would only appear occasionally. These fellows were actually pure Bi 'an bloodline, but they had another ability.
Therefore, if the Emperor died young and there was no Crown Prince, the first in line to succeed the throne would not be Prince Zhao, but Prince Jing.
Su Yu blinked. So, Prince Jing was actually the Imperial Family's number one assassin?
"You can say that," Prince Ling nodded and reached out to grab another piece of dumplings, "That kid has bad claws. Don't pay attention to him."
"Seventeenth Uncle, who are you talking about?" The clear voice had a hint of tenderness.
Prince Ling quickly stuffed the dumplings into his mouth and turned into a big cat and jumped to the side. Prince Su also turned back into a small cat. He picked up the little cat on Su Yu's leg and patted the little fat cat that was still scratching the corner of his brother's clothes with its paw.
A group of furballs huddled together and watched as Prince Jing elegantly walked in. He elegantly took off his hand and bowed to the Emperor with a smile in his eyes. Then, he naturally sat down on the cushion and reached out to grab a piece of dumplings.
"Mee …" The Eldest Prince yawned and rubbed his head against Grandpa Thirteen's big paw.
"Da Mao, this is from Imperial Grandmother." Prince Jing took out a small mouse that he had just made from his sleeve and threw it to the little cat.
"Meow!" The little cat, who was sleepy just now, immediately became alert and rushed over to hug the cloth mouse.
When Prince Ling saw the little cat jumping around, he couldn't help but rush over to hug the little cat. He hugged the little furball and the cloth mouse and rolled around in his arms. When Prince Jing saw this scene, his peach blossom eyes gradually narrowed with a smile.
His Royal Highness King Zhao noticed his third brother's expression and shrank back to Grandpa Thirteen's side.
As expected, King Jing quickly ate the cake in his hand. There was a flash of white light, and the big black cat leaped over. It jumped around the big cat that was rolling on the ground. It took the opportunity to slap the big black and yellow head with its paw. Then, it quickly jumped away, jumped behind Prince Su and scratched the little fat cat.
His Majesty the Emperor looked at all of this coldly and pulled Su Yu up.
"What's wrong?" Su Yu held the plate in confusion.
"Meow!" With Grandpa Seventeen's angry roar, the two big cats and two small cats attacked the group of black cats that were provoking them.
Prince Su raised his paw and tried to flip Grandpa Seventeen over. Prince Ling fell to the ground and raised his legs to scratch. The little fat cat tried its best to bite the black cat's tail. "Meow meow …" His Royal Highness the Eldest Prince tried his best to jump up. In fact, he didn't understand what was going on and just wanted to join in the fun when he saw his grandfather and uncle doing this.
The cushion immediately became a mess.
The corner of Su Yu's mouth twitched. "Your Majesty, has Prince Jing always been like this?"
His Majesty the Emperor thought of the black claws that would reach out to scratch his tail every time he was asleep and nodded solemnly.
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