The Prime Minister’s Darling-Chapter 1504 - 732 The Third Watch

The fabrics National Master Hall disciples can afford are certainly not ordinary.

The monarch continued to look at the National Master.

The National Master picked it up and sniffed, "It doesn’t have the fragrance of our National Master Hall, not one of our people."

The monarch: Who suspects your National Master Hall anyway?

The National Master looked at Zhang Dequan, "Who in the Imperial Palace wears this kind of kudzu silk?"

"This..." Zhang Dequan couldn’t deduce anything from just a strand of kudzu silk.

The National Master said to a nearby disciple, "Go and fetch a bolt of kudzu fabric exactly the same."

"Yes," the disciple turned and left.

Before long, he brought over a long piece of kudzu cloth.

Zhang Dequan stepped forward, touched it, and exclaimed in astonishment, "The fabric I’m wearing is exactly like this one!"

The National Master said, "It seems it’s one of your Imperial Palace eunuchs, probably one with a rank like Eunuch Zhang."

Wang Xu added, "The culprit didn’t leave any footprints at the scene, so I suspect they have incredible lightness skills."

There aren’t many eunuchs with lightness skills and rank, but it’s possible the culprit has always hidden their abilities.

The monarch said sternly, "I’ll give you one night, if I don’t see the murderer by tomorrow morning, your tenure as Captain of the Guard is over!"

Just one night, isn’t that a bit too—

But the monarch does what he says, and if he really can’t find out by tomorrow, his title will be stripped away.

He bowed and replied, "Your humble servant obeys the command!"

...

It was getting late; the monarch should return.

"Where is the Little Princess?" he asked Zhang Dequan.

Zhang Dequan replied, "It seems she is playing in the Garden with her little classmate, Little Zhengzi is with her."

Little Zhengzi is a skilled fighter within the Imperial Palace.

This is the National Master Hall, so the monarch isn’t worried about the Little Princess’s safety; his concern is that having neglected her for so long, she might feel wronged and sad.

When she gets sad, she cries, and when she cries, it’s earth-shattering.

"And the pastries?" the monarch asked.

"Right here," Zhang Dequan lifted the food box that had been prepared early in the morning.

"Hmm," the monarch took Zhang Dequan and the pastries to look for the Little Princess in the Garden.

By coincidence, Gu Jiao was also looking for Little Jingkong, having heard that the two kids were playing in the Garden in the afternoon. After coming out of the Book Pavilion, she went straight there.

But instead of finding Little Jingkong, she ran into the monarch.

The monarch, upon seeing Gu Jiao, involuntarily recalled her words, "If I cure him, will you come and thank me?"

Rage flared within him.

Shangguan Yun was injured and had settled down; he thought no one could frustrate him anymore, but now out of nowhere, there was Xiao Liulang.

The National Master was right, this kid had no reverence for imperial authority in his eyes, and naturally, no fear of the monarch himself.

He stood tall and straight, and for a moment, the monarch thought he saw echoes of Xuanyuan Sheng’s figure from years past.

Why not Xuanyuan Li? Because when the monarch had met Xuanyuan Li, he was no longer a youth.

He had only seen the youthful Xuanyuan Sheng, resplendent and full of vigor.

"Why don’t you kneel upon seeing me?"

"Why should I kneel?"

"I am the monarch."

"But you’re not my monarch; I am from Zhan Country."

The monarch had lived for most of his life and had never seen someone so arrogant!

The monarch’s gaze became dangerous.

At this moment, a little eunuch hurried over, whispered a few words to Zhang Dequan, who seemed to be greatly relieved, and then said to the monarch, "Your Majesty! The Little Princess is in Qilin Palace! Let’s hurry and find her! Otherwise, if she doesn’t see you, she will start crying again! It’s getting dark and she’ll be looking for you, have you forgotten?"

Thinking of the sniffling Shangguan Xue, the monarch decided to spare the boy for now.

He walked towards Qilin Palace with a stern face.

Gu Jiao was also heading back to Qilin Palace.

If the Little Princess was there, Little Jingkong would surely be too.

The monarch assumed she was going to take care of the Princess, frowned, but said nothing.

By this time, the sky had completely darkened, and at this hour on a normal day, if the Little Princess couldn’t see him, the entire Imperial Harem would be in unrest because of her crying.

With that in mind, the monarch quickened his pace.

He imagined a hundred ways to comfort the Little Princess, but as he approached the entrance of Qilin Palace, he was stunned by the sight before him.

The Little Princess and Little Jingkong stood on either side of the doorway, their small bodies straight as arrows, little arms flapping behind them like a pair of small mascots.

Their little heads swayed in unison as they adorably sang.

"You love me, I love you~ da da da da sweet as can be~ You love me, I love you~ da da da da sweet as can be~"

They had been singing for half a "shi chen" already, and the whole National Master Hall had learned it—

The monarch: "..."

Gu Jiao: "..."