Reincarnated as the daughter of my mortal enemy, all I want is to ascend the throne.

"Does Your Majesty wish to carry the young prince to the main hall?"

Lai Fu directed the palace maids to dress Li Yan in court attire. Li Qingyan was still asleep at this time, and Li Yan usually had to carry her to the main hall.

"Let her continue sleeping, and have someone keep an eye on her to prevent that little brat from causing trouble again."

Li Yan is always sharp-tongued, and he didn't sleep well last night because of Li Qingyan's crying.

Today, we still need to discuss the procedures for welcoming the Empress with the people from the Ministry of Rites. Royal weddings are never simple.

The imperial court and the harem are inevitably intertwined, and recently there have even been rumors in the harem that Li Qingyan is the future empress's child.

Li Yan was aware of these rumors, but he was unwilling to pay attention to them, or rather, he preferred the rumors to be more chaotic to cover up Li Qingyan's true identity.

"Don't let the little brat run off to the harem, lest she get bumped into by some fool."

Before leaving, Li Yan gave special instructions to the head palace maid.

The most important thing for those on duty in the Hall of Diligent Governance is to serve the young prince well. Don't be fooled by the emperor calling him "little brat" all the time; if the young prince is truly wronged, the whole country will be in chaos.

After the crowd dispersed, the head palace maid quietly entered the bedchamber and lifted the curtain.

Li Qingyan was covered with a bright yellow brocade quilt, her chubby little face half-covered in the quilt, looking soft and cozy.

The head maid tucked the blanket around her before slowly leaving.

The wooden door creaked shut, and the bedroom was unusually quiet.

The palace maids put out the calming incense in the room and replaced it with fresh fruit, which smelled exceptionally fresh and pleasant.

Li Qingyan quietly opened one eye, and seeing that there was no one in the room, she quickly opened the other eye.

"Flying Fork, I'm leaving the palace."

【…】

The flying fork is pretending to be dead...

Not hearing a reply from Fei Cha, Li Qingyan snorted coldly. It was as if she couldn't get out without his help.

Li Qingyan climbed onto the chair, picked up the small calligraphy brush specially made for her, and wrote the five characters "I'm going out" on a piece of paper that was bigger than her.

Every stroke is exactly like Li Yan's calligraphy, and the strength of the brushstrokes is unlike that of a three-year-old child.

If others saw this, they would surely be extremely surprised.

Li Qingyan usually deliberately hides her talents from Li Yan, but today she was angry and deliberately wrote it out to provoke him.

The door slowly opened a crack, and Li Qingyan peeked out. No one saw her at the doorway, so she quickly closed the door and ran behind a pillar.

Li Qingyan took out a talisman from her sleeve. It was an invisibility talisman that she had exchanged with Fei Cha the day before yesterday. It could only be used once, so Li Qingyan had kept it hidden.

It has proven very useful today.

The yellow talisman was pasted on the red cloak, and in the blink of an eye, the talisman disappeared. The talisman gradually spread from the spot where it was pasted until Li Qingyan could no longer be seen.

She swaggered out, just as the court session was ending. She spotted Yan Xu in the crowd and followed him.

Yan Xu, as expected of a military general, possessed extremely high sensitivity, repeatedly glancing behind him.

"General Yan?"

His colleagues, seeing him look back, also looked over.

"This is……"

Yan Xu shook his head. "I'm not seeing things. Lord Li, let's talk as we walk."

They walked so fast that Li Qingyan was out of breath after only a few steps. The chubby little boy, leaning on his knees, was also panting heavily.

She was always carried when she saw Yan Xu, so she never knew that her father had such big strides and walked so fast.

Unable to catch up, Li Qingyan followed behind a slow-walking person to avoid being bumped into by others.

When they arrived at the palace gate, Li Qingyan realized that she was with the old Grand Tutor. The old man was very long-winded, but he was also old and upright. Li Yan always had to tolerate him.

Seeing Li Yan get the short end of the stick made Li Qingyan especially happy, so she also liked this talkative old man.

The old master's legs were weak, and he was slow to get into the carriage and walk up the steps. Fortunately, Li Qingyan was short and had short legs, so the two of them were about the same speed.

Li Qingyan sat in the carriage, swinging her legs, watching the old tutor sitting upright with his eyes closed like a statue. This man lived a very rigid and boring life.

But he is truly talented. His eldest grandson, Shao Yuzhen, was the runner-up in last year's imperial examination. He is just like his father, both serious and upright.

The old Grand Tutor didn't like being helped when he got off the carriage. He held onto the carriage shaft and walked down unsteadily. The coachman next to him was sweating profusely. "Grand Tutor, please slow down."

The old tutor straightened his clothes, holding his official hat in one hand, and said, "I can walk on my own and do not need your help."

With his other hand, he took the cane from the doorman and used it to support himself as he walked step by step into the doorway.

倔。

This was Li Qingyan's first impression of him.

Once she left the palace, she didn't know where to go, so she headed towards Yan Xu's residence.

No matter how much Fei Cha called out, there was no response; she was simply following her memory.

The invisibility charm gradually loses its effect over time.

The three-year-old child wearing a red cape looked like a walking red glutinous rice ball, with legs as far as the eye could see.

He even tried to tempt her with candy, but Li Qingyan snorted and threw a snowball at his face.

Seeing the man's face covered in snowballs, Li Qingyan turned and ran.

The man wiped his face, shivering from the cold of the melting snow. "Don't run."

He shouted as he chased after Li Qingyan.

Bystanders, not knowing what was happening, simply assumed it was someone's child being naughty and paid no attention.

The people behind them were in hot pursuit.

"Flying fork! Flying fork!"

Several flying forks went unanswered; Li Qingyan's body was only that of a three-year-old, and she was gradually losing strength.

Hearing the sound of reading aloud nearby, she went inside without thinking.

With a loud thud, he bumped into someone.

The boy looked no more than seven or eight years old. His grayish-blue clothes were covered with patches. He was rather thin, but his eyes were clear.

Li Qingyan quickly hid behind him, "Little brother, that person is a kidnapper."

The boy got up from the ground, patted the snow off his body, then patted the snowflakes off Li Qingyan, straightened her cloak, wrapped her up tightly, and picked her up. "Don't be afraid."

The man turned into the academy and leaned against the door frame, panting heavily. He never expected that a child who was no taller than a person's leg could run for so long.

"Let go of my child!" the man shouted, pointing at Li Qingyan, who was curled up in a ball. "That's my child!"

The boy glanced at the man from head to toe.

The man was dressed in grayish-brown clothes, and the little child was dressed in brocade. They didn't look like a family at all.

"You can't even buy this cloak and its belt," the boy said indifferently. "Get out."

The man dropped the pretense and rushed over to snatch Li Qingyan. He figured they were just two children, and he could sell them together today.

The boy holding Li Qingyan dodged the attack and kicked the man in the back of the knee.

With a thud, the man knelt down on both knees.

The boy kicked him to the ground again and stepped on his back, rendering the man unable to move.

He said coldly, "Trafficking in women and children is punishable by death by dismemberment according to the laws of Daewoo."

The man thrashed about on the ground, using both hands and feet, but his efforts were mostly limited to clearing away the snow. His comical appearance made him look like a giant tortoise.

Li Qingyan raised her little foot and kicked him in the face, but her shoe wasn't even as big as his face. She used all her strength but didn't cause him much damage.

The boy stared at Li Qingyan, thinking that this little girl was so small, but she had such a fiery temper and was really not to be trifled with.

The man shouted, "You brat, let me go, or I'll kill you!"