The strange thing was that the emperor didnât send people to take the painting. The two, master and emperor, suddenly abandoned the dispute. They locked themselves up in one room and conspired for a long time. Then they seemed to have given up the rescue of Princess Rong Hua, and all the people were ordered to return to the palace. They began to strengthen the safeguarding of the royal palace.
Even the Heavenly Temple increased its number of patrolling guards.
Ming Shu was a bit surprised. This painting is more important than the life of Princess Rong Hua?
If it is so important, why did the emperor give the painting to me?
I need to brainstorm.
âGet me something to eat.â To fuel the brainstorming.
Zhi Qi quickly handed over the snacks.
Wait!
If Princess Rong Hua is dead, where should I get my Hatred Points?
So, now she may have to rely on me to save her?
This doesnât seem to be a normal plot development.
MMP⊠Is this really happening? A Hatred-Point gatherer has to rescue her target character?
Ming Shu got up and rolled up the painting. âZhi Qi, later, if the master comes over and asks where I am, you will tell him that I have eloped with the painting.â
âAh? Princess⊠what are you going to do?â Zhi Qi was confused at first, then she got a little nervous. âYou canât leave the Heavenly Temple now, itâs dangerous outside.â
Ming Shu smiled to Zhi Qi. âRest assured, Iâm not so easy to kill.â
The snacks are still waiting for me, how can I die casually.
Zhi Qi was fascinated by that smile, and when she came back to herself, Ming Shu had walked out the door. Zhi Qi quickly chased after her. âPrincess, hey, please come back. Stop the princess, stop the princess!â
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Pah pah pah!
Ming Shu dusted off the grass clinging to her body. She was now standing at a very remote corner of the palace wall, and the little beastie rolled out from one side.
You promised me! Food, food, food! I want the Han Banquet!
âDonât bother me. Move.â
The little beastie didnât roll this time. It jumped forward, following Ming Shu.
Big liar!
âWell, itâs not the first time. Stay cool, little kid.â
ââŠâ I donât know what to say, really.
Every time it helped her, she wouldnât pay!
Why do I have such a liar of a master. Whatâs wrong with my life!
But why canât you stand firm a little bit each time? Just a little bitâŠ
I am so angry!
Angry enough to perish together!
The more it thought, the angrier the little beastie became. Finally it âtransformedâ into a hedgehog, aimed itself at Ming Shu, and hit her body hard after running up and jumping. Ming Shu almost fell to the ground.
The little beastie rolled along Ming Shuâs clothes and climbed into her sleeve as soon as it could.
âA brave soldier, arenât you?â Ming Shu pinched it. The little beastie huddled into a ball and complained continuously in a small voice.
Ming Shu chuckled. She willfully touched and played with the little beastie until the latter struggled to protest, helplessly murmuring. Then she smiled and walked to the market with a crowd of people.
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Ming Shu asked about the location of the South Ferry, and then swaggered to the targeted place with that World Peace in her hand.
Just as she approached the South Ferry and passed a corner, her wrist was suddenly caught by someone and she was pulled into an alleyway.
A strange and cold breath shrouded Ming Shu. She looked up to see Mu Huaiâs cold face.
God!
Is this man going to rob a beautiful girl of her snacks?
Ming Shu parted her lips and was about to talk. But suddenly Mu Huaiâs expression changed, and his cold finger pressed against her lips. âDonât talk.â
âWhat will you do with this painting?â Mu Huai reached out, placing one hand on the wall behind Ming Shu. A sudden kabedon. Ming Shuâs eyes and eyebrows were clearly reflected in the cold eyes of Mu Huai, as if they had been dyed with a layer of frost, appearing foggy.
âWhy do you care, Uncle?â Ming Shu bent down and escaped Mu Huaiâs entrapment. âThis painting is mine now. I have the right to do whatever I want with it.â
Mu Huai went crazy inside. He wanted to grab the painting, but he couldnât right then.
âThis painting is very important. Take the painting and go back to the Heavenly Temple.â
âNo way, Iâm already out here and I walked this far,â Ming Shu refused. âIf I go back now, wouldnât my effort be wasted?â
âLord, theyâveâŠâ Ye Congâs voice trailed off and became a little surprised. âRoyal Princess, you⊠why are you here?â
Mu Huai asked, âWhat is the situation now?â
Ye Cong looked at Ming Shu. Seeing that his lord didnât seem to care to hide information from the royal princess, he answered directly: âThe ferry has been ambushed. It seems Qi Hongwei has come in person.â
Qi Hongwei. Ming Shu remembered the name.
The name appeared in the letter that the master showed her before.
He seemed to be a heavyweight in the business of rebellion.
âHeâs being bold this time. Qi Hongwei is always cautious and careful, Rong Hua should not be here.â
âWhat do we do now? There is no news from the palace, and we donât know if His Majesty will exchange Princess Rong Hua with the painting. His Majesty has always adored Princess Rong Hua, so maybe itâs not impossibleâŠâ
âThe painting.â Mu Huai looked at Ming Shu next to him.
Ye Cong followed Mu Huaiâs gaze and noticed the painting in Ming Shuâs hand. His eyes widened immediately.
The emperor hasnât sent people here. How can this royal princess, who opposed Princess Rong Hua, come here? Not to rescue Princess Rong Hua?
âLord, someone is coming,â Ye Cong, staring at the main road, reminded in a low voice.
Almost at the same time he finished the sentence, a figure managed to avoid the peripheral guards and entered the alleyway.
Ye Cong attacked instantly. The figure must not have expected someone to be here, and was a little stunned, but their reaction was quick. The figure avoided the attack swiftly and moved deeper into the alleyway.
âTheyâ were covered with a veil over the face. But from the figure, it was not difficult to tell that it was a girl.
âWho are you!â Ye Cong asked.
âJust passing by.â The girl lowered her voice, which sounded a bit hoarse, and her head also dipped down. Apparently she was preventing others from recognizing her.
Ming Shu suddenly shouted, âCheng Jinyun!â
The girl subconsciously glanced at Ming Shu, and the shock flashed past her eyes.
âItâs really you.â Ming Shu laughed. A woman appearing here at this time and dressed like this, how can it not be the protagonist?
âYouâve got the wrong person.â
âReally? But Miss Cheng, you dropped your things. Look, isnât that Xiangyun jade yours?â
Xiangyun jade⊠The girl automatically followed Ming Shuâs gaze to the ground, but there was nothing on the ground.
âIt is you, Miss Cheng, thereâs no need to deny it.â The last time in the royal garden, Ming Shu saw Cheng Jinyun wearing a Xiangyun jade around her waist. So she naturally made it up.
Cheng Jinyun gritted her teeth. âYou tricked me.â
âYes, so what? Are you not Miss Cheng of the Cheng family?â
ââŠâ Cheng Jinyun had nothing to comeback with.
Why is she here?
Ming Shu played with the painting in her hand and said casually, âSeems everyone is present today. Are you all coming for this painting?â
Such a valuable thing is now in my possession, it can probably be exchanged for a lot of delicious food.
But waitâŠ
Iâm here on business. Right, calm down, I canât be tempted by snacks.
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