Dad, don't be greedy! My brother climbed into the emperor's bed, and I became famous overn

After a moment of deathly silence, the old eunuch coughed heavily.

"Ahem! Um... my apprentice!"

"My hereditary night blindness has flared up again! Without a lantern, it's completely dark in front of me; I can't see anything colorful at all!"

The little eunuch instantly snapped back to reality, his legs trembling like a leaf, and he echoed in a tearful voice.

"Master, I... I also got sand in my eyes. I'll help you back right away!"

After saying that, the two turned around in tacit agreement and sprinted away at almost the speed of a 100-meter dash.

A moment later, a head peeked out from above the rim of the jar.

Yi Shi had somehow crept over and was now clinging to the edge of the jar with one hand, peering into it with a smile.

"Young master! It's safe now, come out quickly!"

Gu Mingli held his forehead and sighed helplessly.

That's enough, time is tight and the task is heavy, I don't have time to wallow in self-pity.

He lifted the elaborate skirt, raised one leg, and straddled the edge of the water vat, preparing to flip himself over.

"Let me help you!"

Yi Shi eagerly reached out and grabbed Gu Mingli's arm, pulling him outward forcefully.

Sizzle—!

A sharp, tearing sound rang out clearly in the quiet night.

Both sleeves were torn off.

A cool autumn breeze blows.

The conservative night dress instantly transformed into a sleeveless halter-neck gown, revealing the delicate lines of her fair arms under the cool moonlight.

Yi Shi stared blankly at those two arms that were so white they seemed to reflect light: "..."

Gu Mingli maintained his one-legged stance and calmly rolled his eyes: "..."

It's okay, it's dark at night and no one's watching him.

Yi Shi scratched his head and looked away.

"Young master, there are many people changing shifts in this palace alley and backyard, so let's avoid this route."

Gu Mingli behaved himself this time.

"If the back door is blocked, where do we go?"

Yi Shi immediately pointed in the direction of the front yard where he had come from, his face full of seriousness.

"Go straight in through the main entrance of the sleeping quarters!"

"Are you sure? There are usually so many guards on duty at the main gate. You want me to enter through the main gate?"

"Today is the eve of the full moon, everyone... uh..."

Yi Shi glanced around erratically, unable to think of a suitable explanation.

Gu Mingli added earnestly, "Could it be that the guards have all gone to absorb the moonlight energy?"

Yi Shi: "..."

Gu Mingli: "..."

Yi Shi couldn't understand, so he could only pat his chest and guarantee it.

"Anyway, I just climbed up the wall and checked carefully. There's no one guarding the main gate, so it's safe!"

Upon hearing this, Gu Mingli frowned.

"Is no one on duty?"

Wouldn't there be a security vulnerability when Xiao Ye sleeps at night?

However, we can talk about that later. Right now, the important thing is to finish that damn task as soon as possible.

The two of them then sneaked back to the courtyard directly in front of the Hall of Mental Cultivation, like thieves.

Yi Shi was right after all.

The normally heavily guarded front yard was now completely deserted.

Only a few carved lamps burning under the eaves swayed slightly in the night breeze.

Gu Mingli and Yi Shi exchanged a knowing look.

He took a deep breath, clutched the bundle in his arms, bent over, tiptoed, and stealthily slipped towards the main entrance of the sleeping quarters.

The vermilion palace gates were indeed only slightly ajar.

Gu Mingli gave it a gentle push, and the palace door made a very slight creaking sound, which startled him so much that his heart skipped a beat.

He turned sideways and carefully squeezed through the crack in the door, while Yi Shi dutifully stayed outside to keep watch.

The interior of the hall was dark and secluded.

The moonlight, like frost, slanted through the window and fell obliquely onto the floor tiles.

A faint scent of ambergris filled the air.

Gu Mingli swallowed hard, tiptoed, and moved step by step toward the inner hall.

The large and luxurious dragon bed is right in front of you.

Through the hazy bed curtains, one could see Xiao Ye lying on his side on the dragon bed.

His breathing was long and steady; he was sleeping soundly.

Gu Mingli dared not look any longer and quickly squatted down to take out the undergarments from the bundle.

Holding her breath, she leaned forward and placed the clothes neatly in the empty space next to Xiao Ye's pillow.

To be honest, her needlework skills were really not up to par; the stitches were crooked and uneven.

But what does it matter?

The system task only requires that it be placed next to your pillow.

Whether Xiao Ye will wear it after he gets up tomorrow morning depends entirely on how groggy he is in the morning.

You're done!

Gu Mingli was overjoyed. He straightened his aching back and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

The large snail was perched on his head, covering half of his forehead. When he touched it, it shimmered slightly.

Hello.

As soon as Gu Mingli turned around, he suddenly felt a little short of breath.

He subconsciously turned around and glanced at Xiao Ye on the bed again.

The brocade quilt almost wrapped Xiao Ye up like a mummy, covering his nose completely.

Who in their right mind sleeps with a blanket covering their face?

Don't suffocate!

Upholding the spirit of humanitarianism, Gu Mingli resignedly turned around and quietly returned to the edge of the dragon bed.

He bent down, knelt on one knee by the bed, and leaned over.

She twisted two fingers together and pinched the corner of the blanket covering Xiao Ye's face.

They gently pulled the blanket off the person's face, little by little, to expose their nose so they could breathe.

Just a second after the blanket slipped down to her chin.

[Ding! The snail-themed ambient music mode has been loaded. The host's joyful mood has been detected; a suitable track will now play for you.]

Suddenly, a melodious and cheerful song drifted from the quiet bedchamber, accompanied by colorful flashes of light.

"Little chick, little chick, little chick, cluck cluck... Little chick, little chick, little chick, cluck cluck..."

Gu Mingli: "???"

Holy crap!!!

He waved his hands repeatedly. No, no, no, no, no ambient music!

He glanced warily at Xiao Ye, who was still asleep, wishing he could pull the blanket back over his head to avoid being woken up.

"Turn off special effects! Turn off music! Turn off lights!"

The music stopped abruptly.

The next moment, the emperor, who had been "sleeping," suddenly moved.

Gu Mingli's eyes widened in horror, his breath caught in his throat, and he instinctively took a big step back.

Sizzle—!

The hem of the skirt was torn again.

The slit now goes all the way up to the thigh, instantly transforming it into a cheongsam.

Gu Mingli: "..."

Help! Is this tattered clothing made of paper?!

Time seemed to stand still at that moment.

Fortunately, Xiao Ye did not open his eyes.

He merely frowned slightly and then rolled over.

He went from lying on his side to lying face down, burying his handsome face deep into the soft pillow beside him.

I adjusted to a comfortable position and continued to "sleep".

Gu Mingli breathed a long sigh of relief, feeling as if he had been granted a pardon.

He dared not linger for another second. Lifting the tattered, slit skirt, he tiptoed out of the palace gate like a frightened rabbit and disappeared into the vast night.

On the dragon bed, the emperor, who had been "sleeping," slowly opened his eyes the instant the door closed.

My eyes were clear and bright; there was not a trace of sleepiness in them.

Xiao Ye turned his head to look at the oddly folded clothes on the pillow and couldn't help but chuckle.

He had covered his face with the blanket to avoid laughing out loud.

As a result, Gu Mingli tore it off for him.

If he hadn't just rolled over and continued sleeping on his stomach, he probably would have burst out laughing.

The palace lanterns at the corners of the hall were lit one by one by the young eunuchs.

Warm yellow light filled the entire bedroom.

Xiao Ye's gaze fell on the white undergarment folded crookedly beside the pillow.

He reached out and picked up the undergarment, holding it up to his eyes.

Although Yi Shi had described it in a previous letter.

But when I actually saw the actual product, the extent of the damage to the stitches was even more shocking than I had imagined.

The pleats at the neckline were clearly sewn off by half an inch, as if they had been forcibly aligned by someone pulling and tugging at them.

The left sleeve is longer, and the right sleeve is shorter.

The waistline is crooked by an inch.

Xiao Ye turned his inner garment over without expression.

The back is even worse.

You can still see the needle marks from the re-stitching next to it; it was disassembled three times.

Xiao Ye's lips twitched slightly.

"Shoddy work."

But considering that his fingertips had been bleeding profusely from the previous two days, he could only sneer in disgust as he changed into that set of undergarments.

But the fabric is soft and comfortable to wear next to the skin.

After putting it on, Xiao Ye looked down at the "masterpiece" that the "Fairy Sister" had sewn by hand.

He gave a nonchalant "humph".

Then he lay back on the dragon bed and continued to sleep.