In a way, the Seventh Prince is my savior.
His kindness is so immense that I will never forget it.
According to the other servants in the manor, I suddenly fell from the sky and landed squarely on the Seventh Prince's head.
Surprisingly, he didn’t faint; instead, I was the one who lost consciousness.
When I woke up, I saw the Seventh Prince acting all dazed and silly, and my heart sank. I thought to myself: Could it be that I damaged his brain?
Fortunately, the Seventh Prince had already injured his head when he was young, which meant he was somewhat mentally challenged.
However, the Seventh Prince is truly handsome. With bright eyes and white teeth, delicate features, and a tall stature like a graceful tree swaying in the wind, if it weren't for his mental issues, he would surely be the center of attention in the palace.
I watched with a heavy heart as Qing Yu joyfully chased butterflies in the imperial garden with a net. I couldn't help but sigh inwardly: This guy is so handsome; instead of going out to charm young women outside, he spends every day in this deep palace catching butterflies!
In fact, I am the one to blame for this butterfly-catching obsession.
One day, the Seventh Prince sneaked up to me and cautiously asked what I liked. At that moment, I was preoccupied with thoughts of how to return to my own time, so I casually replied, “I like things that can fly! Things that can fly anywhere!”
What I actually meant was a time machine!
But the Seventh Prince pondered over my words for several days before suddenly realizing: The only things that can fly freely in the palace are butterflies!
With hardly anyone around in the imperial garden, the Seventh Prince struck his signature pose and busily flitted about among the flowers.
I plopped down on a stone bench, leisurely fanning myself while reminiscing about the days when there was air conditioning. I closed my eyes and let out a long sigh.
Just then, I suddenly heard Qing Yu's terrified scream.
"Oh no! There are bees! There are bees!" With that, Qing Yu began to dash around the imperial garden like a headless fly.
I sat with my legs crossed, casting a disdainful glance at his flustered appearance.
"Seventh Prince, that's not how you say it. The correct pronunciation is 'o duo kei'..." Before I could finish my sentence, I heard a sharper scream.
"Not good! Consort De..." Consort De? I jolted my eyes wide open and looked at the woman lying on the ground.
Isn't this the Consort De, who is said to be deeply favored by the Emperor and already five months pregnant?
I was puzzled. Why is she out here in the sun instead of staying in her room? However, when the startled Qing Yu saw the pool of blood on the ground, he froze in place, unable to react for a long time.
Then he turned to me, looking bewildered, and asked, "Shaohua, what is that?"
"It's blood..."
"Blood?" The Seventh Prince frowned, pondering for a while. "I feel a bit dizzy..."
In an instant, I understood... The Seventh Prince is fainting at the sight of blood!
The next moment, the Seventh Prince began to cry loudly and then collapsed as his vision darkened.
Suddenly, chaos erupted in the imperial garden.
"Quick! Call for the imperial physician!"
In fact, Consort De had stepped on a fallen longan and accidentally tripped, resulting in a miscarriage.
Upon hearing this, the Emperor felt a deep sense of sorrow and confusion.
However, he was helpless, as Consort De had tripped over Longan and fallen. There was no one to vent his frustrations on.
Meanwhile, the foolish Qing Yu, who had been eating Longan and chasing butterflies, managed to escape unscathed…
On a summer night, a gentle breeze swept by, bringing a hint of coolness.
I lay on the stone bench, quietly gazing at the stars in the sky.
At that moment, Qing Yu approached me with a dejected expression, looking like a child who had been bullied. He pitifully said, “Shaohua, I feel guilty… I’m so scared…”
“What are you afraid of?” I peeled a Longan and popped it into my mouth, then spat out the pit. “Consort De is lying in bed right now and can’t come after you. What’s there to be afraid of?”
“I’ve lost a brother…” The foolish Seventh Prince had changed his hairstyle to an adorable center part and was nervously poking his fingers together.
“Pfft…” I nearly choked.
Kind-hearted men always make one feel soft-hearted and sympathetic. A man as charming as him—ah, if only one could remain lost in such tenderness for a lifetime, it wouldn’t be such a bad thing.
“You’ve lost one brother, but there will be more in the future.”
God knows if his flirtatious father would go off to woo another girl in a few days…
“Besides, you’ll have your own children someday,” I said with a wink, smiling at him.
Losing one brother also meant losing a potential crisis. Someone as naive as him could easily fall victim to jealousy from his brothers one day.
He could remain so foolish and naive, but I had no choice but to become wicked and malicious, all to protect him well in this deep palace.
"Then, Shaohua, what shall we name our child?"
In an instant, the Seventh Prince's eyes lit up again, sparkling like stars.
"..." I was momentarily speechless, internally cursing my luck.
The next day, the Seventh Prince asked me to deliver a plate of fruits from Xinjiang to the Crown Prince.
As I carried the plate and approached the entrance of the Crown Prince Hall, I overheard Consort De's voice—neither too loud nor too soft, but clear enough for me to hear.
— Crown Prince, I sacrificed our child for you.
What?! My heart jolted, and I quickly halted my steps, not daring to breathe as I stood silently in place, waiting for more.
— If it weren't for that fool causing trouble in the Imperial Garden, perhaps the Third Prince would have already lost his head!
Crown Prince, how about… we eliminate the Seventh Prince first?
I stood there in shock for a moment before suddenly realizing that in this cursed era, murder was not even a crime!
Consort De rambled on about various things, and in the end, I only heard the Crown Prince's concluding remark: "You can go back and rest now."
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