Chapter 222: Establishing the Imperial Daughter of Tiandu as a Concubine 4
Bei Yue winked at Xiao Ruan, who immediately stepped forward and grabbed the little eunuch.
Bei Yue said with a smile: "I have wronged you for a while. Let him dress up as a princess and temporarily replace me as the princess."
Conventions are so damn deceptive.
Bei Yue came out of the palace, smiling so ecstatically.
Those guards guarding the outside would probably not believe it even to death. Princess Beiyue, who had always been arrogant and domineering, actually slipped out disguised as a young eunuch.
Bei Yue laughed for a while and realized that now she had to keep a low profile.
Fortunately, she was very familiar with the roads in the palace, so she ran along the path towards the Purple Palace.
"Have you heard? The emperor seems to want to make the princess of Tiandu his concubine." Palace Maid A said with envy.
"How do you know? You can't say this nonsense." Palace Maid B also had a gossipy look on her face, but her eyes were still looking left and right vigilantly.
Palace Maid A: "How can this be wrong? I have a sister who works in the Purple Palace. Last night, the emperor was going to punish the prince, but later the princess and the emperor went into the palace."
"You haven't come out for nearly an hour. What can a man and a woman do if they stay in there for so long?"
"So, the princess sacrificed herself to save her brother?"
"What nonsense are you talking about? I'm going to tear your mouths apart." Bei Yue couldn't stand listening anymore. Her father was not like that.
"Who are you...ah, Princess."
"See you, Princess. Please spare your life, Princess." The two maids immediately knelt down on the ground anxiously.
"I'm warning you, keep your mouth shut, otherwise..."
"Yes Yes."
Bei Yue turned around and ran towards the Purple Palace. She would not believe it. It was definitely not like this.
If sister Yayan really committed herself to her father to save Qi Xuanzuo... wouldn't Qi Xuanzuo hate her to death?
Besides, sister Yayan is only seventeen years old. Her father can be her father. How is that possible...
No, no, no, no.
But... when she ran to the Purple Palace and saw a figure kneeling at the door, she seemed to have lost all strength.
Her white clothes were spread on the ground, and her black hair hung down to the ground. Her charming side face seemed to be covered with layers of ice, making it impossible for anyone to get close to her.