For several days in a row, ZiLi would crawl out of his secret passage to help the young man grind medicine, and every day when he returned to the palace, he had to lie in bed and be disturbed by people.
Whenever she asked, ZiLi could only make vague excuses and dismissed her.
Although Ming Yue still did not know what was going on, she no longer asked for details.
In fact, how could ZiLi not regret the promise he made to the young man? This originally pampered body with a delicate skin, when had it ever done such physical work? Let alone for several days!
ZiLi was complaining in his heart, but he could not show it in front of the young man, who said he was the kind of man ‘who would help someone, even if he was embarrassingly short of money’! Besides, ZiLi felt that this young man was pure-hearted, honest and gentle. He relied on ZiLi like an older brother 1 , saying that ZiLi would not be unrighteous enough to abandon him. In addition, many of the questions that were inconvenient to ask Ming Yue could also be asked of the young man. Helping others was also helping yourself and was not without benefits.
However, there was a bit of resentment in his heart and he had no one to vent to. ZiLi had no choice but to grind the medicinal ingredients, while spitting a rain of curses at the black-hearted rich man called Sir Li. “Not only forcing cheap labor, but also illegal abuse of child labor!”
‘Pfft’ The young man named Mo Shou, who was grinding medicine could not help but laugh. “ Big brother Su 2 , if you let Sir Li hear this, he will surely be fuming.”
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“Mo Shou, dear 3 Mo, you don’t have to worry about your big brother.” ZiLi sat on his butt on the floor in a very uncharming way, massaging his sour arm and said, “I haven't been killed yet, even though I've been around here for a while, which means I'm still doing pretty well, right?"
Mo Shou followed ZiLi's example and also took a seat on the floor to rest for a while.
“But things in this palace are unpredictable. You are a favored lord today and you could be a victim of a blade tomorrow. It is always good to be cautious!”
Mo Shou's words made ZiLi's heart tighten. Indeed, what kind of place was this? It was not the modern age where people are in charge of their own. What human rights and freedom did people have under the feudal system? Now as a Hostage Prince, wasn't he a good example? Perhaps he, who was now still chatting with others, will be killed tomorrow by a glass of poisoned wine or by a conspiracy.
The Imperial Palace, the bloody mouth of a political tiger, was indeed a place that made people tremble with fear. If he wanted to survive under its sharp teeth, the only way was―― to run far away!
ZiLi returned to the palace in a sad mood and sat on the doorstep, lost in thought.
“Humph, usually there are so many other big sisters to serve you. How dare I, a rough girl, approach you?” Chun Lan was still pouting and whining.
Just when ZiLi did not know how to coax the clever and eloquent little girl, he heard a sweet and melodious voice say, “You little sloth, are you done with your work? Running to His Highness just to pout and to scowl.”
As the two turned their heads, they saw a slender young woman emerge, with her dress in her hand, resembling a weak willow 5 . A beautiful and delicate appearance.
“You― “ Ming Yue charming face blushed as she choked on her words.
ZiLi, who was watching the battle from the sidelines, also let out a giggle.
Because of this, Ming Yue felt even more humiliated and angrier, so she stamped her feet and said, “If I don’t tear this girl’s mouth today, then I am not Ming Yue!”
“Oh, by saying these words, you’ve started it! Your Highness, take a look at this, there is just a little bit of big sister’s usual appearance left. I think she usually pretends to be affectionate. Your Highness don't be fooled again.”