I became the tyrant's only belief.

Chapter 287 Half of her hair was pulled out
Zhou Yuande replied, "Last night, when Miss Liu Zheng came out of the palace, there was a tear in the hem of her skirt."

Xiao Jingfan: "..."

He rubbed his temples and called out, "Eleven."

Xiao Shiyi stepped forward and, without Xiao Jingfan asking, fluently said, "Last night, Chu Liuzheng massaged you. When you were about to leave, you grabbed her skirt and wouldn't let go, so she cut it off with scissors."

Xiao Jingfan: "..."

Zhou Yuande glanced at him. How come he didn't know that His Majesty had a habit of grabbing people's clothes when he slept?

Xiao Shiyi asked, "Does the Lord have any other instructions?"

Xiao Jingfan waved his hand.

With a flash of darkness, Xiao Shiyi hid back in the shadows.

"Your Majesty..." Zhou Yuande opened his mouth, but before he could utter a single word, Xiao Jingfan coldly warned, "Not a single word is to be leaked!"

Zhou Yuande thought to himself that he wouldn't dare.

Xiao Jingfan threw the tattered cloth away. He had originally intended to reward Chu Liuzheng with two bolts of silk as compensation, but then he thought it would be better to simply give him clothes instead.

If you send her silk, she might not be willing to spend the money to make it. She only has a few outfits over and over again, and he'll get tired of seeing them even if she doesn't get tired of wearing them.

How could someone who serves the emperor be so shabby?

He said to Zhou Yuande, "I remember there are still two bolts of cloud brocade in the storeroom. Send them to the Imperial Wardrobe and have a few outfits made in the style she usually wears."

“Yes.” Zhou Yuande was about to send Xiao Anzi to do it when Xiao Jingfan added, “Send the Moonbeam Satin as well, and make clothes for both spring and summer.”

Both Yun brocade and Yuehua satin are light and soft, with elegant and beautiful patterns, making them perfect for spring and summer clothing.

Zhou Yuande clicked his tongue inwardly. One dress for several, Miss Liu Zheng's dress cut was definitely worth it.

He gestured for Xiao Anzi to do it.

After washing up, Xiao Jingfan suddenly remembered to ask, "Where is she?"

“In the Wenhua Hall,” Zhou Yuande said. “I came to see you once around the beginning of the morning, but you were still asleep, so I had her go to the Wenhua Hall to prepare.”

Although he did not hold court, officials still submitted memorials to him. Except for the time when the emperor sealed the seals at the New Year, he was never free for a single day.

Inside the Wenhua Hall, Chu Liuzheng paced back and forth, inspecting everything inside and out. He had Qiaoqiao rearrange the flowerpots and Chen Bi change the incense in the hall.

Shen Bi no longer dared to contradict Chu Liuzheng. He would change the incense whenever he was told to, and would change whatever incense he was told to change to without any objection.

However, these are all minor matters; distributing memorials is the major task that Chu Liuzheng needs to handle.

Urgent memorials were placed on the emperor's desk for priority processing, while less urgent ones were sorted according to the order in which they were submitted.

These were originally Zhou Yuande's tasks, but he would occasionally pass them on to Chu Liuzheng, ostensibly for training.

Chu Liuzheng felt that Eunuch Zhou just wanted to slack off.

She's so busy these days that she barely has time to browse the internet or catch up on gossip anymore, and she really wants a raise.

By the time the emperor had some free time, it was already time for his afternoon nap.

Chu Liuzheng was sitting on a chair by the door, basking in the sun. Just as he was about to open the system to take a look, a palace maid rushed over.

Consort Yu, in a fit of rage for the sake of her beloved, plucked out most of Consort Bao's hair.

"Your Highness, you must do justice for me!" In Yaohua Palace, Consort Bao wrapped her head with a floral handkerchief, her makeup ruined from crying.

Consort Shu was getting a headache from all the noise. She frowned and looked at Consort Yu, who was standing to the side: "What exactly is going on?"

Why would you pull someone's hair for no reason? You've pulled them all the way down to their bald spots!

“She used a spell to harm Shao Liyi. I am doing this to right injustice and to uphold justice.” Aida twirled a wig in her hand.

“It’s about helping those in need,” Wei Mingyu Jin corrected softly. “It’s all the same,” Aidar handed her the wig, “Here, you can play with it.”

She has plenty of hair, what would she need this for?
Wei Mingyu took three steps back, expressing her disdain through her actions.

“This purse was dug out of the flower bed outside the window. Inside is a lock of hair and two yellow talismans drawn with cinnabar.” Dewdrop stepped forward with a tray. “Please take a look, Your Highness.”

Consort Shu held a scented handkerchief to her nose, signaling her head maid, Yan, to go back and check.

Princess Huirong thrashed about in her wet nurse's arms, her tiny white hands reaching for the tray, wanting to see as well.

The wet nurse dared not let her touch such filthy things, so she coaxed her while carrying her out, just in time to run into Xiao Jingfan and his group who had just arrived.

"Bless your Majesty."

"Father." Princess Huirong stretched out her two little hands, her big eyes sparkling, wanting her father to hug her.

The wet nurse hugged her tightly, looking embarrassed: "Your Majesty, please forgive me, Princess, you are still too young."

"It's alright." Xiao Jingfan reached out and hugged his daughter, squeezing her little hands, and frowned, "Why have you lost weight?"

The wet nurse said, "Ever since she fell ill in the first month of the lunar year, Her Highness has had a poor appetite and is eating much less than before."

"Why hasn't anyone reported this?" Xiao Jingfan's face suddenly darkened.

The wet nurse immediately knelt down: "Your Majesty, please forgive me. It was the Empress who said that Your Majesty was troubled by the affairs of the previous dynasty and that we should not disturb Your Majesty with such trivial matters, so..."

"You insolent servant who can't tell what's important!" Xiao Jingfan interrupted angrily. "How can something concerning the princess be considered a trivial matter? Has the imperial physician been summoned to examine her?"

"I have conveyed the message," the wet nurse said tremblingly. "Imperial Physician Zhuang said it's nothing serious. Children are prone to indigestion. As long as we follow the prescription to nourish the princess's spleen and stomach, she will naturally be willing to eat."

[Tsk tsk, the recipe is good, but it can't withstand someone's deliberate attempt to harm you.]

Xiao Jingfan was shocked. Who was so audacious as to plot against his princess!

Chu Liuzheng originally wanted to watch the fight between Consort Yu and Consort Bao in the system, but he came across an unexpected message.

[Inhuman! Inhuman! The princess is only three years old, how could they do this to her!]

Xiao Jingfan: Well then, tell me who the culprit is!
As Chu Liuzheng was flipping through the pages, she suddenly noticed that the emperor was staring at her.

[Seriously? I only slacked off for a little while, does the Tyrant have eyes like lightning? How could he notice that?!]

She immediately shut down the system and dutifully performed her duties.

Xiao Jingfan: "..."

He tightened his grip on his daughter's arms and headed towards the main hall with a stern face.

Princess Huirong was still smiling, but his stern face frightened the little princess so much that her little mouth trembled and she burst into tears.

Xiao Jingfan was startled and quickly patted her back to comfort her.

Unfortunately, they were completely out of control. The little princess wouldn't listen to her father and cried even harder, so much so that Consort Shu and others came out to greet her.

"Let me do it," Consort Shu said, taking her daughter into her arms and gently comforting her.

Princess Huirong stopped crying in her mother's arms, rubbing her little face against her mother's shoulder.

[This is the difference between having children and not having them; a mother can easily soothe them.]

[Speaking of which, the emperors of the Great Sheng Dynasty didn't seem to hold their children much, and the tyrant always had a stern, dark face; no wonder the princess was frightened to tears.]

As Chu Liuzheng watched with a sigh, Consort Shu handed the princess over to the wet nurse, he suddenly heard Xiao Jingfan say, "Bring her here."

The person who murdered the princess has not yet been found. What if it is this wet nurse?

He took Princess Huirong from the wet nurse and handed her to Chu Liuzheng on his right: "Hold her." Think more about things related to the princess and tell the culprit as soon as possible.

Chu Liuzheng: ? ?
Why her?
Does a young girl in the prime of her life look so much like a wet nurse?
Consort Shu's eyes darkened, and she slowly clenched the handkerchief in her sleeve.