A Cutie Spoiled by Her Seven Uncles-Chapter 767 - 707 His Majesty’s Stepfather is about to Face the Peach Blossom Tribulation_2
"His Majesty is disciplining her, isn’t he... isn’t he..."
"Isn’t he what?"
"It’s because she’s such a handful, always causing a disturbance and not letting anyone have any peace."
Xie Pan’Er felt this was exactly the reason. An unequivocally correct answer!
"Just keep making excuses for her!"
Princess Ata said this, then turned and went back to the kitchen to continue her work.
The National Master returned from his inspection to find his little Disciple exceptionally well-behaved today.
My little Disciple is quite well-behaved today, he thought. Later, I’ll set up a small futon in the Courtyard and bring her out to bask in the sun.
However, as soon as he entered his little Disciple’s room, he was hit by the strong smell of blood.
The National Master frowned instantly. "Did your wound reopen?"
Lying in bed, Li Yanyan looked at her Master, and tears streamed down her face.
"Master..."
A heart-wrenching wail escaped Li Yanyan’s lips, a sound so alarming it could shake the heavens and earth and move ghosts and gods to tears!
This left Xie Pan’Er and Princess Ata utterly dumbfounded.
Even the Emperor furrowed his brow.
In the room, the National Master watched his little Disciple crying her eyes out, utterly heartbroken. For a moment, he didn’t know what to say.
So, he just stood there, watching Li Yanyan cry...
Li Yanyan cried for the better part of an hour.
During that time, the National Master simply watched her. He didn’t ask why she was crying, nor did he make any attempt to comfort her.
Li Yanyan would glance at the National Master and then wail louder, seeing he paid her no mind.
She would wail loudly again, steal another glance at the National Master, only to find him still unresponsive. This went on back and forth. After the better part of an hour, Li Yanyan finally couldn’t bear it anymore and asked.
"Master! You... HIC... why don’t you... HIC..."
Li Yanyan was crying so hard she was gasping for air. She took several breaths before managing to utter a complete sentence. 𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂
"Why aren’t you saying anything?"
"What do you want your Master to say?"
"You could at least ask why I’m crying, couldn’t you?"
The National Master glanced at the blood seeping from her wound. "Your bottom hurts," he said coolly. "Crying can help relieve the pain. I understand."
Li Yanyan was speechless.
Ultimately, this ordeal concluded after Li Yanyan had wailed and howled piteously for nearly another half-hour while the National Master applied medicine to her wound.
Princess Ata produced some melon seeds from somewhere and, while munching on them, remarked,
"That young Girl got what she deserved! Hey! You know, today I find Feng Wushang particularly agreeable!"
Xie Pan’Er grabbed a few melon seeds from her and started nibbling them as well, adding,
"Actually, the National Master is a good person, and his Cultivation is profound. But his judgment in choosing Disciples is terrible!"
Xie Pan’Er was speaking the truth. Back at the Chongyang Palace banquet, the Empress Dowager had hinted, both overtly and subtly, that she wished for the National Master to take Xiaosui as a Disciple too.
But what happened?
The National Master flatly refused!
"Good point! If Li Yanyan were offered to me, I wouldn’t accept her as my Disciple, no matter how talented she was."
Princess Ata chimed in agreement, spat out a melon seed shell, then set the table and called the Emperor and the National Master to eat.
While traveling, the Emperor had shed his imperial airs and was eating and drinking heartily with them, picking up his bowl and digging in.
Suddenly, the National Master’s brow twitched. He put down his bowl and chopsticks and walked outside. He looked up at the sky, his entire demeanor as if facing a formidable enemy.
Seeing his expression, Princess Ata and the others couldn’t help but feel anxious. She couldn’t help but glance at Xie Pan’Er. "From his expression, it looks like a powerful enemy is approaching!"
Princess Ata closed her eyes, trying to sense for anything unusual. "Why can’t I feel anything at all?" she wondered aloud.
"Is it because my Power is still too shallow?"
Xie Pan’Er also began to worry, but her worry lasted only for a moment. Soon after, she broke into a smile and said,
"I sense a familiar aura. It seems Da Feng has returned."
"What?
Da Feng has returned? Doesn’t that mean your sweetheart is about to return?"
Hearing Xie Pan’Er say she sensed Da Feng’s aura, Princess Ata was overjoyed. She began to tease Xie Pan’Er and Ji Youze without restraint.
Xie Pan’Er’s face turned bright red. "What nonsense are you talking?" she retorted hurriedly.
"How am I talking nonsense? Your feelings are written all over your face. Didn’t you tell me last time that once things here are settled and we return to the Capital City, the Emperor will arrange your marriage?"
As Princess Ata mentioned this, Xie Pan’Er’s face turned an even deeper shade of red.
"But the Emperor also said that the prerequisite for the marriage is that he must also have feelings for me!"
"What’s the problem with that?
You’re beautiful and so gentle—how could Ji Youzhi not like you!
Besides, you’ve been living with the Ji Family and have spent so much time with him. There must be feelings between you two.
Don’t worry, when the time comes, he’ll definitely tell the Emperor he likes you."
Xie Pan’Er and Princess Ata were whispering to each other, unaware that every word of their hushed conversation reached the ears of the Emperor, who was standing just outside the door.
He clenched the folding fan in his hand, the sorrow on his face hard to conceal.
A sharp cry pierced the sky. The Emperor looked up. Resplendent five-colored feathers, a massive body, a long tail and neck, and a sharp beak—who else could it be but Da Feng.
The Emperor focused his gaze and, concentrating hard, could just barely make out three figures standing on Da Feng’s back.
That tiny little figure is unmistakably my precious daughter, Suisui!
"Suisui!"
The Emperor yelled towards the sky.
Xiaosuisui, on Da Feng’s back, cheerfully called back, "Emperor Foster Father!"
Then she urged Da Feng, "Da Feng, fly down quickly! Over there!"
Da Feng obediently flew down towards the Daoist Temple, landing directly in the open space before the Daoist Temple’s entrance.
Only when he saw Xiaosuisui safely dismount Da Feng did the Emperor finally feel relieved.
"Emperor Daddy! Hold me!"
As soon as Xiaosuisui got off Da Feng’s back, she scampered towards the Emperor on her short little legs, opened her tiny arms, and threw herself at him.
The Emperor bent down and swept the little Girl into his arms.
The little Girl giggled, her face breaking into a wide grin. "Emperor Daddy, Suisui missed you terribly!" she exclaimed. Then, she looked up, her eyes widening in surprise. "Huh?" she uttered, then declared,
"Emperor Daddy is going to face the Peach Blossom Tribulation soon!"
