The frail girls chattered and became more lively. Ling Chan accompanied them in a funny way and asked: "Dear believers, where is the temple of this palace?"
Liuli blurted out without thinking, "We built it for the empress!"
"We need money to build the temple. Where did you get the money?"
"Let's go earn it!" Liuli pulled her clothes to show Lingchan, "These are clothes made by the sisters themselves, stitch by stitch. They are cheap and not very beautiful, but they are strong and convenient, and are most suitable for farmers!"
A girl hiding in the crowd said: "I can also make beautiful clothes. I have been in this land of fireworks for more than ten years. What kind of clothes have I not seen? Exquisite, luxurious, beautiful and elegant, all of them are self-evident. Down!"
"I am good at embroidery, and the embroidery can also be used to make money and worship the empress."
"But no one wants something made by a prostitute."
Those noble people who claim to be noble are mean, narrow-minded and deeply prejudiced.
Lingchan pointed out the problem calmly, not wanting to make the little girls sad. Her pupils were slightly curved, "But I do have something important and I need your help."
"At present, although private prostitution is completely abolished in the capital, outside the capital, there are many people who are lucky and continue to harm poor and innocent girls for the sake of profit."
"I need a group of reliable people to work with me to continue rescuing private prostitutes."
Lingchan looked at the room of little girls holding their breath in front of her. They were so skinny and solitary that they seemed to be blown away by a gust of wind. But when she looked at her, the trust in her eyes was heavier than the mountains.
…
According to historical records, on the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month in the eighteenth year of Qianhua, the first snow fell.
The goddess comes out of the palace and receives divine grace for the first time.
…
"His Majesty!"
Lingchan, wrapped in fur, walked briskly into the palace, "I'm back!"
Emperor Qianhua buried his head among the papers. Hearing the words, he stretched out a hand. Ling Chan stretched out his hand to hold it, and snuggled up to Emperor Qianhua's side skillfully.
"Did you have fun?"
"I'm happy. Those little girls make me feel that what I do is not meaningless."
Lingchan said, gently resting her head on Emperor Qianhua's shoulder.
"Just say what you want to say," Emperor Qianhua put down his pen, chuckled and pinched Lingchan's face.
He always liked to ravage the soft baby fat on Lingchan's face. His entire fingertips could sink into the soft flesh. His pink and white skin was as smooth as milk because he was stained with a deeper blush.
Lingchan bit her lip, and finally spoke her mind.
"I want to go see other places! Because you are here, the execution in the capital is the strongest. In some small places, the sky is high and the emperor is far away. I am worried that they will not obey."
"You want to go in person?"
"Yes!" Lingchan's eyes were shining with hope, and he begged pitifully: "I will bring enough people and protect myself well, let me go!"
"Then you go." The emperor sighed deeply, "You just need to remember that I am behind you at all times, and you just need to move forward boldly."
He has understood that his little girl's ambition is not in the inner house, but that she belongs to a wider and grander world.
He was willing to let go and let her fly.
This world is harsh on women, wind, frost, and swords are severe on them, and rumors and gossip are as sharp as knives, but he will shield her from all rain and snow.
If these secular etiquette rules and deep-rooted prejudices against women hinder her wings, he will break them one by one for her.
"But the journey is dangerous, so you must bring enough people with you. Let your brother protect you, right?"
"But what I want to go to is His Highness Prince An's fief. I'm afraid that because of his grudge against me, he will deliberately violate the policies I advocate. If I go with him this afternoon, he won't be able to do anything. If something happens to me... …”
Lingchan snorted and said, "Then it must be this bad guy who did it!"
The seemingly obedient emperor frowned this time, "No,"
He flatly refused: "It's too dangerous!"
"Your Majesty!" Lingchan pinched his sleeve and pulled it coquettishly.
"You're a grinder," the emperor sighed and thought for a while, "Ask the prince to go with you. It's time for him to see more of what the country he will control in the future is like."
He can also add more manpower protection to this team.
…
This is the reason why Lingchan and her fishes are living in the same room at this moment.
As the supreme commander of the trip, she occupied the first place. King An and the Crown Prince were present.
Separated from a small sandalwood table that was less than half an arm's length, there was another seat next to Lingchan.
King An raised his feet and walked to that seat, "As someone who is troubled by some people's whims and whimsical ideas, it's not too much for me to sit in this position, right?"
"Of course," behind him, the prince said with a smile, "Third brother, please take a seat. You have been asked to escort us on this trip, so naturally you should sit at the front."
"..." King An paused, looked back, and sneered in a sinister manner, "Indeed, I am just a casual incidental. Of course, it is the Crown Prince who should take the high position!"
"I dare not sit at the same table with Concubine Chen." The prince raised his eyes, gentle, humble and well-mannered.
King An sneered and strode forward, "You don't dare, but I dare."
He sat down and rested on the armrest for most of the year. His elbows crossed the armrest and were propped on the small table. He was carrying a red ribbon on the corners of his black sleeves.
What a coincidence. This strip of red fell on the back of Lingchan's hand, a gleaming white back, a bit of decadent red that seduced the heart.
Prince An crossed his legs, smiled crazily, and said with cold eyes, "Don't you understand, His Royal Highness?"
"If you only know how to be timid when encountering difficulties, you will definitely fail."
After King An's fiefdom decree came out, he has always had such a sharp and arrogant attitude, from the emperor's favorite third son to an abandoned son sent to a cold place.
The people who were once arrogant and offended have all their debts repaid.
King An did not bow his head.
He was even more frivolous and indulgent than before, stubbornly covering up his weakness with pride.
The prince looked at him with pity and took a seat next to Lingchan.
King An was easily offended by this condescending gesture.
He twitched the corners of his lips and lifted his sleeves. The water-red ribbon left Lingchan's hand, and King An's fingers pressed on it.
"I'm so sorry. My clothes are immature and offend your Majesty. I'll clean them for you."
He held Lingchan's hand, kneaded it heavily, and slid his calloused fingers, pressing the flawless, velvety skin into a red that was more erosive than the ribbon.
As if there is a tacit understanding between brothers, he is also proficient in how to find the prince's painful foot and step on it hard.
The prince's veins popped up on his forehead. He stood up unbearably and pressed his hands on the overlapping palms of King An and Lingchan. "Third brother! You should show more respect to your elders! How can you be so frivolous!"
