Concubine Qiao smiled coldly, and her jade-colored fingertips slowly touched the tea lid on the side.
The golden steps on the head reflect the cool luster.
"Taoist Priest, Nuo'er was born to me. It's true that she is smart, but if you rely on this alone to judge, you are not treating me as a fool to fool you.
I just think that I have such a good temper. Do you really think that I won’t do anything to practitioners like you? How brave you are to frame the princess!"
At the end of the sentence, Concubine Qiao slammed the table so hard that the tea cup jumped.
The writing brush that Gu Nuoer held under her little nose also fell to the ground.
Seeing that Concubine Qiao was really angry, the Taoist priest quickly knelt down tremblingly and shouted to calm down.
Concubine Qiao's heart was heaving, and her beautiful brows were filled with anger and frightening intimidation.
There was silence in the palace for a long time.
Suddenly, a tender and soft voice came -
"I'm not a child. You can't deceive my mother. However, I can see that, Uncle Taoist, you are going to suffer a bloody disaster today."
The Taoist priest was shocked.
Could it be that the little princess meant that Concubine Qiao wanted to hit him?
Before he could plead for mercy, Concubine Qiao waved her sleeves tirelessly: "Today is the fifth day of the Lunar New Year, and it's still the Chinese New Year. I don't want to see blood to bring bad luck, so just throw them out and don't hang around in front of my eyes."
What's more, with her daughter at her side, Concubine Qiao always pays attention to her emotions and never loses her temper in front of her.
Wanyin and Wanxuan called the guards and dragged away the Taoist priest who was complaining about injustice and a few panicked Taoist boys.
The guards pushed them all the way out of the palace gate, and reprimanded them coldly: "If you dare to talk nonsense again, you will offend the imperial concubine, be careful not to suffer any consequences!"
The Taoist priest stumbled and almost fell to the ground.
When he turned around, the guards had turned and walked away.
The Taoist boy on the side quickly helped him up: "Master, are you okay?"
The Taoist priest stood tremblingly, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and shook his head to indicate that he was fine.
But he was planning in his heart how to make Concubine Qiao believe his words and get a huge sum of money.
He walked for a while and thought of the little princess's dark and soft eyes, which seemed to have a magical power when she looked at him.
He had no idea that this child would be so smart and even make up stories about him being in a bloody disaster to retaliate.
It's really too precocious.
The Taoist priest was immersed in his own thoughts, when suddenly a round stone seemed to be stepped on under his feet, and then his body tilted and fell forward uncontrollably, landing on his face.
A burst of burning pain came immediately, and the Taoist priest cried out in pain.
The Taoist boys behind him rushed over in panic and helped him up: "Master! There is a lot of blood on your face!"
The Taoist priest quickly reached out and touched it. Although there was no mirror to compare with, his fingertips clearly touched a line of indented flesh, which ran from the top of the bridge of his nose to the eyelid of his right eye!
His palms were immediately covered in blood, and he was in terrible pain from the wounds on his face.
The Taoist priest was very angry and rebuked the Taoist boys: "You don't know how to hold me a little, oh, it hurts me to death, help me to the hospital quickly!"
Several people left in a hurry, and the Taoist priest's thoughts about how to lie about the princess's life as a boy and get money out of it were forgotten at this moment.
If he thought about it, he would know that the bloody disaster Gu Nuoer said was true.
Soon, four or five days passed, and it was time for Ye Siming to enter the palace to play with the princess.