Quick Travel, Miao Miao’s Villain Cannon Fodder Rescue Plan

Chapter 578 The Little Princess Who Depends on the Imperial Concubine in the World of Palace Fightin

The morning light filtered through the gauze curtains, gently casting a light on the bed. Miaomiao drowsily opened her eyes, her head still a little dizzy and her throat dry.

She moved her fingers gently and found that her little hand was being held by a warm hand.

Following the hand, I saw Xia Yingying leaning against the bed, taking a nap with her eyes closed. She was still wearing yesterday's clothes, her hair was slightly messy, and there was a faint blue tint under her eyes, obviously she hadn't slept all night.

Miaomiao blinked, stretched out her little hand and gently touched Xia Yingying's cheek.

"My queen..." she called softly, her voice soft and weak from illness.

Xia Yingying woke up suddenly. Seeing Miaomiao woke up, she immediately leaned over and hugged her in her arms, with her forehead against hers.

"The fever has subsided..." She breathed a sigh of relief, her voice filled with relief after exhaustion.

Miaomiao was held tightly by her, and could feel her mother's heart beating fast. She stretched out her little hand and, imitating the way Xia Yingying usually coaxed her, gently patted her mother's back.

"Don't be afraid, Madam. Miaomiao is fine."

Xia Yingying felt a pang of heartache when she heard the soft comfort, and she hugged the child tighter.

"You scared me to death." She whispered, her voice slightly hoarse, "You are not allowed to get sick again, understand?"

Miaomiao nodded obediently, her little face pressed against her shoulder: "Yes! Miaomiao will definitely be a good boy in the future and not let the queen worry!"

Xia Yingying was amused by her serious look and couldn't help pinching her little face.

"Remember what you promised mother." She paused, then suddenly said softly, "From now on...just call me mother."

Miaomiao tilted her head, a little confused, but still responded sweetly: "Okay! Mother!"

The cry of "Mother" made Xia Yingying's eyes warm slightly. She bent down and kissed Miaomiao's forehead, smiling and saying, "You are so good."

Hongxiu happened to see this scene when she came in with the medicine.

Xia Yingying looked up and said to her, "Hongxiu, go deliver a letter to the General's Mansion and tell Mom and Dad that they have a little granddaughter."

Hongxiu smiled and replied, "Yes, Madam, I will do it right away."

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The general's mansion outside the palace.

General Xia had just returned home from court when he received a letter from his daughter. He couldn't wait to open it and read it with Madam Xia.

"Yingying adopted a little princess?" Mrs. Xia said in surprise, "That's wonderful!"

General Xia stroked his beard, smiling until the wrinkles around his eyes deepened. "Our daughter has finally figured it out! She's a stubborn girl. Ever since she found out she couldn't have children, she's always been unhappy. Now that she has a daughter, she'll have someone to keep her company."

Madam Xia wiped her eyes and said with a smile, "Master, we have to prepare some gifts for our granddaughter. We can't let her down."

"Of course!" General Xia slammed the table. "From all the silks, satins, gold and silver jewelry in the warehouse, pick out the best and send them to her! And make a set of longevity locks to bless our granddaughter with safety and health!"

As he was speaking, the two brothers and the younger brother of the Xia family also rushed over after hearing the news.

"Dad, Mom, I heard that my sister adopted a little princess?" asked the eldest son Xia Mingxuan in a gentle voice.

Mrs. Xia smiled and nodded. "Yes, your sister wrote to me saying that the child is well-behaved and cute, and she loves him very much."

The second son, Xia Mingyuan, smiled brightly, "Then we must show our appreciation! I have a piece of snow-white satin that was sent as tribute from the Western Regions. It's perfect for making some new clothes for the little princess!"

The youngest brother, Xia Mingjin, was the youngest and had a lively personality. He said with a smile, "I got a box of fine South China Sea pearls a few days ago. I'm giving them to my little niece to play with!"

The family was discussing gifts in a lively atmosphere, looking forward to meeting the new member with great joy.

Inside Yongshou Palace.

Miaomiao leaned in Xia Yingying's arms and drank the medicine in small sips.

"Mom, it's bitter..." She frowned and acted coquettishly.

Xia Yingying pinched a candied fruit and stuffed it into her mouth: "You will get better quickly if you drink the medicine, Miaomiao, be good."

Miaomiao held the candied fruit in her mouth, her eyes curved into crescents: "Mom is the best!"

Xia Yingying was so touched by her sweet look that she couldn't help but kiss the top of her head again.

How can the little guy be so well behaved?

It's a small, soft lump. Even if it's a bitter medicine, the most it can do is droop its little face and complain softly, but it will still drink the medicine obediently in the end.

As soon as the medicine bowl was removed, Miaomiao grabbed Xia Yingying's sleeve and shook it gently.

"Mother..." Little Dumpling raised her face, her eyelashes fluttering, "That little brother from yesterday... is he okay?"

Xia Yingying was wiping the medicine stains from the corner of her mouth and paused when she heard this.

Hongxiu had reported yesterday that the young eunuch was seriously injured, but fortunately he wasn't disabled. She hadn't wanted Miaomiao to be exposed to such dirty things again, but when she lowered her head to meet her daughter's clear eyes, she swallowed the words of refusal that were on the tip of her tongue.

"The imperial physician said his life is not in danger, but he needs to stay in bed for a few days." She pinched Miaomiao's cheek, "Why are you asking this suddenly?"

"Besides, he is just a servant. How can you call him brother?" Xia Yingying taught her daughter.

Miaomiao twisted her fingers and said in a low voice: "When he was bleeding, it looked so painful... Miaomiao wanted to see him."

"Nonsense." Xia Yingying frowned, "How could you go to such a dirty place—"

Before she could finish her words, her clothes were tugged again. Little Dumpling opened his big round eyes and rubbed against her like a kitten begging for food, saying in a baby voice, "Just one look... Miaomiao, I promise to be good!"

Xia Yingying's heart softened when she saw this look.

Half a minute later, Hongxiu, holding the tightly wrapped Miaomiao, followed the imperial concubine to the servants' quarters. Xia Yingying muttered as they walked, "We agreed to only take one look. If you dare to cry or make a fuss, you won't be allowed to stay any longer."

"Mommy is the best!" Miaomiao hugged her mother's neck and kissed her on the cheek.

The rest of Xia Yingying's words were stuck in her throat.

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Utility room.

Xiao Qingzi lay on the hard bed, staring at his intact legs in a daze.

He clearly remembered that at this time in his previous life, he had his knees broken by the old beast Zhang Lai Fu, and had become a cripple ever since.

Even though he later climbed to the position of the head of the Imperial Household Department and chopped Zhang Lai Fu into pieces with his own hands and fed him to the dogs, he was still unable to cure his leg.

But last night the imperial physician said... it was just a flesh wound?

"Is it because of the little princess?" he murmured to himself.

The little princess who should have died long ago in his memory was not only alive now, but had unexpectedly saved him. This sudden change, like the flutter of a butterfly's wings, made his heart beat faster. If there was truly a change in this life, perhaps he wouldn't have to walk that bloody road again...

"Knock knock."

A childish voice came from outside the door: "Are you okay? Can I come in and see you?"

The very polite little Princess Miaomiao was standing outside the house.

Xiao Qingzi was shocked.

Hongxiu frowned as she looked at Miaomiao standing obediently outside the door and whispered, "Young Master, you are a princess, you don't have to treat a servant like this..."

Before he finished speaking, the door creaked open. The pale young eunuch stumbled to his knees, his forehead banging heavily on the blue bricks.

"I bow to thank the princess for saving my life!"

Miaomiao was so frightened by the scene that she shrank back, hiding behind her red-sleeved skirt and peeking out: "You, you get up, the wound will hurt..."

When Xiao Qingzi looked up, he met the little princess's clear eyes. Such a pure gaze was like a knife that cut through all the haze accumulated in his previous life.

His eyes suddenly turned red, and he kowtowed again: "My life is worthless, not worth the princess's concern."

"Nonsense!" Miaomiao was anxious and let go of Hongxiu's hand to help him. "Everyone's life is precious!"

Xia Yingying's eyebrows twitched as she watched from behind.

This little fool is so soft-hearted towards a servant. What will happen in the future...

She paused suddenly.

Xiao Qingzi trembled and retracted his hand, not daring to touch Miaomiao. Instead, he took out a straw butterfly from his arms and said, "I have nothing to repay the princess with, except this..."

There were spots of blood on the wings of the grass butterfly, and it was obvious that he had weaved it all night long while enduring the pain.

Miaomiao took it with surprise, and turned to show it to Xia Yingying as if she were presenting a treasure: "Look, mother! It's a moving butterfly!"

Xia Yingying looked at her daughter's bright smile and suddenly felt that maybe being soft-hearted was not a bad thing.

"Alright, I've seen it all." She bent down and picked up Miaomiao, glancing at Xiao Qingzi who was kneeling on the ground. "Since the princess has spoken, from today on, you will be transferred to Yongshou Palace to serve."

Xiao Qingzi raised his head suddenly, but immediately lowered his head when he met the imperial concubine's gaze: "Slave... obey your command."

On the way back to the palace, Miaomiao lay on Xia Yingying's shoulder and waved a butterfly to Xiao Qingzi in the distance.

No one saw that a tear fell from the young eunuch's clenched fist onto the bluestone slab.