Chapter 4 — The Little Princess and the Tyrant

From the moment they understood the situation, the palace servants kept emphasizing: "You are a princess, the only child of your reigning majesty." But in the end, why your majesty's only child could not meet your majesty, they kept hesitating, no one could give a convincing enough answer. Therefore, also in such a late night, my young mind suddenly flashed. Taking advantage of an opening when the palace staff changed shifts, I sneaked out. The night wind passes over my cheeks, the night dew wets my shoes and socks. Only then did I suddenly realize it. I don't know when I came to this lake again. Overhead the stars sparkled brightly, in front of them bright torches lit up. This used to be my favorite place to go. It is also the place where when I was a child, I felt closest to my mother who had turned into a star, and closest to my father in that bright torch light. I stared blankly at the lake for a moment, realizing that I could no longer find the melancholy feeling from before, and even belched a chestnut cake scent. I stood up sadly. Well, go back to sleep then. Just as I stood up, a small stone blew through the wind, passed my ear and then fell into the lake with a "plop". In the darkness, a person slowly walked out. … At first I was startled. When I calmly looked closely, I realized that he was as tall as me and about the same age. It's just that the attitude is a little worse, a little uglier, a little more exaggerated with white eyes. "Are you the illegitimate child raised by the emperor in the cold palace?" He glanced sideways at me, his face full of contempt: "A brat like you, in the future, will not be able to inherit the throne. If not, then how can he be worthy of such a grand investiture ceremony? My father is right, the emperor is really drinking poison until his head is broken." I'm not interested. I don't care about those words, just like I don't care who he is. The royal palace is not a vegetable market. The person who can enter here is just a relative who was invited by his father to attend tomorrow's grand ceremony. The ambition is great, but the wisdom is unclear. For example right now. I didn't say anything, he thought I was afraid of him, and was getting closer and closer: "You sneaked out alone, right?" "Why didn't you say anything? Could it be that you're mute?" "Hmph, the tyrant gave birth to a mute child, it's true that heaven wants to destroy you! The emperor can't give birth to any children, he's already dead. When he dies, the throne will be my father's... ah! gurg..."I really don't have time to play with him. him. Taking advantage of the moment when his eyes were wide open and he couldn't see anything, I struck first and pushed him into the lake. "Insolent! gurgling... I will call my father to come... gurgling... curse you!" At this point I slowly spoke up: "Do you know why I didn't scold you for being mentally retarded?" But the desire to protect others is indispensable, and the desire to harm others is absolutely no less. This idiot knows I'm a princess but still dares to blatantly mention plotting in front of me, proving that he has no intention of letting me leave here alive. But clearly he is not taller than me, not stronger than me, his brain is still stupid to the point of making yellow juice, on what basis does he think he can beat me? Ly Dai Luc thought for a long time and couldn't figure it out. Ly Dai Luc shook his head. That stupid pig struggled and screamed: "Help! I don't know how to swim! gurgling..." "Who are you?" "You absolutely cannot be that bastard! My father said that brat grew up in the cold palace from a young age, could not even read, and absolutely did not dare to oppose me! Who are you? Who are you!" Ly Dai Luc ran away. Ly Dai Luc ran back again. I let out a "hiss" sound, proudly putting my hands on my hips and looking down at him. "Listen carefully..." - I said - "...I don't change my name, I don't sit down, I don't change my last name, Grandpa Ly is me!"... While he was still there

When I discovered that the water in the lake wasn't really deep, standing straight up it would only reach his chin, I quickly ran away. I returned to the temple without danger, but as soon as I fell asleep, I was pulled up to change clothes and wash my face. I asked dreamily: "Where is your father?" The palace man smiled and replied: "Your Majesty is not at ease. As soon as it was dawn, he went to the temple to check on the sacrifices first. He also specifically told the little prince to sleep a little longer, just need to be on time, no need to show off too much..." She bit the tip of her tongue, trying to change the way she said: "No need to be too tired." Quan said don't come too early, otherwise the old man and the turtles will have a bad reputation, so that they can have a leg up!】 Your father is really good enough, except for refusing to be my son. "Where is the Grand Deputy?" "The Grand Deputy hasn't come to the palace yet today, he will come with you later. Oh yes, last night he also sent someone to send a letter, telling his little Highness not to be nervous, even if something really went wrong at some stage, Mr. I'd rather..." This time, there's no need to comment, I can already guess what the old man wanted to say verbatim. It was definitely: "If the teacher would rather die! He would use his tongue to fight against the grapevine! Saying white becomes black, saying wrong becomes right!" The Grand Master is also good enough, except for refusing to help me rebel. I pouted and observed Commentary for a while, discovering that although they were chatting extremely animatedly, they did not mention the story of my father being overthrown. I even vaguely know that the male lead is still in the countryside and the female lead is married first, falls in love later, and falls in love with each other. If so, today will definitely be safe. I was completely reassured, let the palace servants turn Ly Dai Luc into Ly Hang Nga, put him on a palanquin, and swayed back and forth towards the temple. Arrived just in time, not too early, not too late, just an hour away from the good time.