Huailing had just washed his hands, and under the surprised eyes of the cook and all the male slaves, he planned to make sweet bean curd stew.

The jade merchant uncle trotted over.

Because he had just gone to the main hall, side halls, and bedrooms to look for them, and it was only through Jintang that he found out that Her Royal Highness was in the kitchen.

"Oh my little ancestor, why did you come to the kitchen?"

He stood still and took several breaths.

"Aunt Huamian is here. She is waiting in a small side hall."

"Oh, then you have to go quickly. After I finish handling these things, let's make food for Tang Bao'er."

When the jade merchant heard this, a woman cooked food for a man?

He pursed his lips, but didn't say anything he wanted to say.

After all, Her Royal Highness the Princess is in a hurry to see Aunt Huamian.

When they arrived at the side hall, the aunt in the scene quickly stood up and pampered Huailing and bowed.

Said: "Your Royal Highness the Fourth Princess, the spring flower viewing banquet is about to begin. Your Majesty means that this year the flower viewing banquet will be combined with the women's martial arts competition, so that you can enjoy the flowers and watch the female soldiers train for a year.

Results.”

Huailing was a little surprised after hearing this.

Is this the end of the bloody curse in Prince Yunshu?

Aunt Huamian came to talk about other things...

But Huailing still responded.

Aunt Huamian said again: "Fourth Princess, the Emperor has ordered you and the Crown Princess to serve as review leaders together. You two will compete with the best selected female soldiers to see how well they are trained."

Huailing actually didn't want to rush forward too much.

But she also knew that she had taken the lead in several major events in a row, and was even appointed by the emperor to plant the flag, so it was natural for the emperor to reuse her in some matters.

Huailing said: "Thank you for your love, Mother. I will just follow the eldest sister Huang and learn how to review."

"The fourth princess is modest. That's it. When the time comes, be prepared. Pay attention to your clothes, jewelry, etc. that day."

Seeing that Aunt Huamian was about to leave, Huailing finally gently pulled Aunt Huamian's hand.

"Auntie, I have a question. What is the current situation regarding the curse of Prince Yunshu? As you know, it was because Prince Yunshu harmed me before, and I was responsible for investigating the cause of death of the third princess, so I was involved..."

Aunt Huamian patted Huailing's hand.

"Your Highness, please rest assured. I know you are worried that you will be wronged, but the Emperor has great faith in you, so no one in the palace will discuss this matter again."

She said that she was also an old man in the palace and had seen a lot of them.

Maybe he is a servant of some princes, relatively loyal.

After the prince died, they wanted to cause trouble for Huailing.

Aunt Huamian told Huailing not to take it to heart.

Huailing nodded.

But she always felt something was wrong.

If it was an accident that Sun Xianjun hurt him, then it would be too much of a coincidence that the dog with a tongue problem appeared in the courtyard.

But if what happened to Sun Xianjun was not an accident but had been planned for a long time, it is also strange that the matter has been suppressed by the emperor and there is no other movement.

Huailing returned to the kitchen, thinking about things while trying the sweet fermented bean curd stew.

Unexpectedly, the attack went wrong, and he cut his hand with a knife, causing it to bleed.

It's bigger than the wound made by Sun Xianjun using a golden hairpin.

Now, neither the cook nor the male slaves dared to let Huailing use the knife again.

The little maid came over and hugged Huailing's waist, while the male slave took away all the knives and other dangerous items.

"Your Highness, if you do anything else, you will step over our corpses!"

"What are you doing? I just want to make some food!"

Now the kitchen knife in Huailing's hand is the only thing that can cut.

She raised her hand very hard and scolded the slaves, not letting them touch her.

But as the kitchen door creaked open, Jintang walked in with watery eyes filled with tears.

His brows were furrowed with anger.

"Your Highness."

"Uh, Tang Bao'er..."

Jintang's hands were on both sides of his body, and he looked docile and cute.

Her long black hair is spread over her shoulders, with only two strands on both sides combed back and tied with a light blue hairband.

"Why did you come out? Didn't I tell you to lie down on the bed? If you don't feel well, don't get out of bed."

Jintang didn't say anything, he just came to Huailing and looked at Huailing eagerly with his big almond-shaped eyes.

The ends of his eyes were slightly red, probably due to rubbing them twice.

It looks even more cute and pitiful.

It melted Huailing's heart.

"Tang Bao'er, you, what's wrong with you?"

Jintang still didn't speak. He looked up at the knife in Huailing's hand.

The male and female slaves were all surprised.

Because as soon as Jintang's side Lord came, Princess Huailing relaxed her efforts, and they didn't have to work hard to stop her.

Otherwise, my arms will feel sore.

After such a stiff atmosphere for a while, Jintang said in a soft voice: "Your Highness, put down the knife..."

Huailing quickly put down the knife.

"Tang Bao'er, I just want to cut beef."

"But Your Highness, your hand... is bleeding..."

Huailing quickly retracted his injured hand behind his back, a bit like a child discovered by an adult.

"That, that...it was an accident. Don't worry, I won't feel any pain."

Jintang pursed his lips, took Huailing's hand hidden behind his back, turned around and said to the male slave.

"Do you have the golden sore medicine ready?"

"Ready, ready!"

The male slave quickly offered it with both hands.

"Open it and sprinkle it on His Highness's hands."

"yes!"

The male slave did not dare to neglect, and quickly and carefully sprinkled the golden sore medicine on Huailing's hand.

Huailing hissed.

The male slave immediately knelt down on his knees.

"Your Highness, I am guilty. I was not careful and caused pain to Your Highness. Please punish me!"

Jintang said: "Your Highness, does he know the pain now?"

"Then I'm not done yet..."

Jintang looked back at the ribs and asked, "Did His Highness cut these ribs?"

"Of course, we just have to start seasoning."

Jintang sighed, "Don't worry, if His Highness has cut it, it will be considered as His Highness doing it for me. I haven't cut it yet."

He groaned, like a young boy losing his temper, and pulled Huailing's sleeves and walked out.

Huailing was really angry when he saw Jintang.

He was afraid that if he persisted, Jintang would cry right here.

Even if it was an act, Huailing couldn't stand it.

That little heart can’t stop beating!

So Huailing was led by the hand and left the kitchen.

The male and female slaves all breathed a sigh of relief.

Because if this matter comes to the jade merchant uncle, they will all be punished.

Back in the room, Jintang held Huailing's injured hand and blew on it.

Huailing said it was okay.

"It's just a small incision. Tang Bao'er, you don't have to be coquettish at all."

But when Jintang turned his back, his eyes darkened.

You must save yourself, even if it just extends your life.

He remembered that Peng Yuguo also wanted a pill from Da Cang.

That is a medicine that can only be found in the territory where Da Cang is located, a beast treasure of the tiger, lion, and lion.

It is said that the beast treasure can draw out most of the poisonous insects in their bodies. If there are fewer poisonous insects, their life span will naturally be extended.

I don't know if it's a coincidence or what.
Chapter completed!