A woman would doll herself up for her sweetheart.
In order to curry favor with the crown prince, Jiujiu, who had always been impatient with dressing up, stood in front of the mirror for a long time on the day she entered the palace.
Her delicate little face was inlaid with a pair of big, bright, and captivating eyes that resembled black grapes. Her small nose bridge was especially perky, and her rice-white teeth were slightly biting her pink lips. She looked especially adorable. The baby fat that had fallen off during her illness had already reappeared on her face, making her look both charming and adorable.
Jiujiu liked to smile, so she looked even more adorable.
Madam Yan, who was originally worried that Jiujiu would throw a tantrum and refuse to dress up, was instantly stunned when she saw Jiujiu, who was wearing a red muslin dress and had her hair neatly combed into small braids.
Madam Yan's appearance was extraordinary, and since Jiujiu was with her, she naturally wasn't ordinary either. When she dressed up, she looked even more beautiful.
Madam Yan picked up Jiujiu from the stool and kissed her tender little face. She praised, "My Jiujiu is really beautiful."
Jiujiu puffed up her cheeks and pouted in dissatisfaction. "Mother, are you saying that I'm not beautiful normally?"
Madam Yan was instantly speechless by Jiujiu's tricky angle. She smiled and pinched Jiujiu's smooth and tender little face. "My Jiujiu is usually pretty, but she's even prettier now."
Madam Yan carried Jiujiu and walked outside as she asked, "Why is Jiujiu so obedient today? I thought you didn't like to dress up?"
When she heard Madam Yan's question, Jiujiu first blinked and then fell silent. After a while, she looked at Madam Yan with a hesitant expression, as if she was hesitating whether or not to tell her.
Madam Yan couldn't help but lower her head and kiss Jiujiu's tender little face again and again. Aiyo, why was her little darling so cute?
Jiujiu's face was tender to begin with. After being kissed twice by Madam Yan, it turned red. She looked like a delicate red apple, extremely alluring.
Although Madam Yan tried her best to be gentle, Jiujiu's skin was too soft. She kissed Jiujiu's cheeks until they hurt a little.
Jiujiu rubbed her face and pouted her lips in dissatisfaction. But she still said what was in her heart, "Mother, you're not allowed to laugh at me."
"Okay, okay, okay. Mother promises not to laugh at our Qing 'er." Madam Yan looked at the way Jiujiu's eyes were darting around. She raised her hand and tapped the tip of Jiujiu's nose. She teased, "You're so mischievous. You're still playing tricks with me."
Jiujiu pouted. She was particularly dissatisfied with Madam Yan's indifference. She tugged on Madam Yan's sleeve, her little face full of unhappiness, "Mother."
Jiujiu's drawn-out tone sounded particularly bitter. Madam Yan hurriedly adjusted her expression and cleared her throat, "Okay, okay, okay. Mother won't laugh at you. Speak, speak."
Jiujiu blinked and whispered, "I heard from Big Sister Chun that we can see the crown prince today."
Madam Yan's eyes instantly changed when she heard the two words' crown prince '. She couldn't help but tighten her grip on Jiujiu's arm. Her tone also became nervous, "Does Qing' er want to see the crown prince?"
Madam Yan suddenly tightened her grip on Jiujiu's waist, causing her to feel pain. Jiujiu patted Madam Yan's arm. Only then did Madam Yan realize that she was too nervous and hugged Jiujiu too tightly. She hurriedly lessened her grip, but her eyes remained fixed on Jiujiu, waiting for Jiujiu's reply.
Jiujiu knew that as long as she didn't do something like stealing a man, she would definitely be the crown prince's consort in this lifetime. She was prepared to reveal her desire to marry the crown prince as soon as possible.
Jiujiu tilted her head and put on a curious expression. She looked at Madam Yan and said, "Big Sister Chun said that the crown prince is my future husband. He will love me as much as Father loves Mother."
Jiujiu's voice was the typical voice of a young girl. Her childish voice was sweet and greasy. When she spoke of how Father loves her as much as Mother, her young and tender face was filled with longing.
Madam Yan, who was originally worried that Jiujiu would reject the crown prince, was overjoyed when she saw how smoothly Jiujiu accepted the crown prince. However, she still said, "The crown prince is Qing 'er's husband. He will naturally love Qing' er dearly."
"Is he better than Father to Mother?"
"The crown prince is the heir to a country. He will naturally treat me much better than your father." Madam Yan pinched Jiujiu's small face, "Silly girl."
Jiujiu nodded as if she understood. Her small face was filled with anticipation for the crown prince's appearance.
They sat in the carriage and wobbled their way to the imperial palace.
Jiujiu's legs were short, so she was still held in Madam Yan's arms. Occasionally, Yan Kui, who cared for Madam Yan, would carry her. However, Yan Kui was a general. He was tall and burly, so he didn't know what it meant to care for someone. His movements when he carried Jiujiu were especially stiff, making Jiujiu very uncomfortable. Therefore, Yan Kui didn't carry her for long before he was disliked by Jiujiu. She then ran into Madam Yan's arms.
Madam Yan was naturally very proud of Jiujiu's closeness.
The weather on the day of the Mid-Autumn Festival was particularly good. Even at night, it was still warm. When a small breeze blew, it was extremely warm. Therefore, the banquet was arranged to be held in the imperial garden.
When Jiujiu and Madam Yan arrived, the emperor, empress, and crown prince had not yet arrived.
Jiujiu had left early, and the imperial palace was too big. Along the way, Jiujiu's stomach was already rumbling with hunger. As soon as she saw the exquisite pastries on the table, she immediately felt a bit hungry.
Raising a hand to poke Madam Yan's arm, Jiujiu moved closer to Madam Yan's ear and whispered, "Niangqin, I'm hungry."
Madam Yan followed Jiujiu's gaze and looked at the pastries on the table. She instantly smiled and put Jiujiu down on the ground. She found the cloud cake that was the least noticeable. She pinched a piece and stuffed it into Jiujiu's hand as she whispered, "Little greedy cat, you just ate before you left. You're hungry now?"
Jiujiu ate the cloud cake as she discontentedly refuted Madam Yan, "I'm not a little greedy cat. Big sister Chun said that I'm still growing. It's normal to eat more."
When she left, it had only been four hours at most. How hungry could she be?
She was clearly hungry, but Jiujiu said it with a deadpan expression, as if she really needed to eat because she was growing. This made Madam Yan's mouth curve. Even Yan Kui, who had always been taciturn, laughed out loud.
Yan Kui practiced martial arts. What he did most often was go to the martial arts field. Although he liked Jiujiu, this only daughter, girls were delicate. Moreover, because Jiujiu was destined to become the crown prince's consort, Jiujiu was even more pampered by Madam Yan.
Therefore, although Jiujiu was white, tender, and exceptionally cute, Yan Kui felt that Jiujiu was too delicate and lacked a sense of closeness.
Hearing Jiujiu's childish words today, Yan Kui couldn't help but look at Jiujiu again.
After Jiujiu finished eating the cloud cake, Madam Yan took out a handkerchief and wiped Jiujiu's fingers as she said, "This isn't home. You can't fool around today, understand?"
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