Rebirth: Pampered by the Lord

"Nonsense, how come I don’t know about this?"

The Emperor was a bit displeased. Normally he could let Long Rui fool around with him, but now even his woman was messing with him—did they really think he was that senile?

"Tweet tweet...! The Emperor, have you forgotten? Xiao Jiu and my master came out to play under your Imperial Edict." Xiao Jiu, who had just been dissing the Emperor, flapped its wings and flew onto the Emperor’s shoulder.

Only then did the Emperor suddenly realize; he had indeed said that, but he’d never said they could leave the Imperial Palace.

"I told you to play in the Imperial Garden, I did not tell you to leave the Imperial Palace to play."

Xiao Jiu: "The Emperor, you said ’go out,’ so we thought it meant go out the main gate of the Imperial Palace. It was your verbal decree, we wouldn’t dare disobey. So here we are, planning to accompany my master out to play by your command."

The Emperor: "...!"

Xuexue secretly glanced at the Emperor’s pitch‑black face and carefully asked, "The Emperor, did we misunderstand?"

Long Rui was also watching from the side like a tiger eyeing its prey.

The War Prince held military power in his hand and was not someone easy to provoke. The Emperor had no choice but to force a smile and say, "Right, you’re not wrong, it’s me who’s old and forgetful."

The Emperor voluntarily admitting fault was a spectacle you only saw once in a hundred years. To avoid making things too awkward and having the Emperor harbor a grudge against her, Xuexue pressed a hand to her heart and started flattering him: "The Emperor is as handsome as a jade tree, dashing and elegant, and in the prime of life—how could you possibly be old?"

As the saying goes, you can poke holes in anything, but never in flattery.

The Emperor’s dark face couldn’t help but show a hint of a smile.

Xiao Jiu also chirped, "The Emperor’s looks and bearing are extraordinary, out of this world, the most handsome Emperor under heaven. You’ll definitely live a hundred years, even longer than a turtle."

"Hahaha...! Good, good!" The Emperor was finally coaxed into laughter.

The Imperial Guards were dumbfounded. They’d always heard that Ministers at court were masters at saying one thing to your face and another behind your back, but they never expected even a Birdy to know how to talk to people one way and talk to ghosts another.

Of course, they weren’t saying the Emperor was a ghost; it was just a figure of speech.

Just moments ago Xiao Jiu had been talking smack about the Emperor behind his back, and in the blink of an eye it had raised him up to the heavens.

Faced with this Birdy’s speed at changing faces, they could only sigh in defeat.

Long Rui, his face covered in stubble, looked at the cheerful Emperor and said, "The Emperor, if there’s nothing else, this humble minister will take his leave."

The Emperor was still in high spirits and casually replied, "Beloved Minister Long, you may withdraw."

"This humble minister takes his leave!"

Long Rui finished speaking, grabbed Xuexue, and turned to go.

The carriage was waiting to the side; very quickly they got on and drove off in high style.

By the time the Emperor came to his senses, the carriage was already far away. His smiling face instantly collapsed, turning gloomy and cold. Damn, he’d let that Birdy coax him for a moment and forgotten the main issue again.

"The Emperor, the wind is strong outside, we should head back to the palace!" The Little Eunuch at his side said considerately.

"Mm."

They were already gone; getting angry now was useless. The Emperor had no choice but to turn around and return to the Imperial Palace.

Cuiwei Palace.

The Third Prince was about to go to the Border to fight, and Noble Consort Sun, aching for him, had him stay to eat dinner before leaving the palace.

The three of them were sitting together, chatting and laughing, when a palace maid hurried in to report that the Emperor was heading this way.

Noble Consort Sun panicked as soon as she heard this and quickly had the palace maid tidy up her appearance, lest the Emperor find her displeasing and it affect the Third Prince.

The palace maid deftly smoothed her hair, then applied a thin layer of rouge and face powder to her face, making her look incredibly glamorous.

Noble Consort Sun nodded in satisfaction, then hastily changed into a set of dress and skirt. Just as everything was arranged, the Emperor had already arrived at the door.

Noble Consort Sun half‑knelt on the floor: "This concubine respectfully welcomes the Emperor!"

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