Rebirth of the Ninth Princess

Pretending that he doesn't understand her meaning, Ouyang Qingcheng said, "Oh, you want me to kiss here?"

Then, with an exaggerated motion, he kissed the back of her head.

The soft fluff of her hair tickled her, making her squirm slightly.

This man is doing it on purpose!

How childish…

Yuanjiu reluctantly turned back around and waving her tiny fists in frustration.

She then staring at the ceiling with a helpless expression.

Ouyang Qingcheng chuckled as he kissed her little fists. "Ah, it's the happiest time when I'm with my darling."

Yuanjiu thought to herself, You'll feel differently once your novelty wears off.

A hint of sadness crept into her heart.

How long can this person continue to treat me so well?

Just then, Ouyang Qingcheng's index finger began teasing her lips.

She grabbed his finger and tried to bite it, but it was as ineffective as scratching an itch through a boot.

Ouyang Qingcheng watched her quietly for a moment before withdrawing his hand.

"My darling, Father Emperor's hands are dirty."

Yuanjiu ignored him.

She chose to closing her eyes to begin her daily meditation and mental training.

"My darling, are you ignoring Father Emperor?"

"…"

"My darling, talk to Father Emperor for a little bit."

"…"

Yuanjiu remained silent and pretending to be asleep.

"Haha, my darling has quite the temper," Ouyang Qingcheng remarked with amusement.

He lay on his side and gazing at her without a hint of anger.

He then gently pulled a thin blanket over both of them and closed his eyes to feign sleep.

One of his arms lightly circled the small figure beside him.

Moments later, Cailun approached quietly and reported in a low voice, "Your Majesty, the toy sent by Concubine Chen has been thoroughly inspected—no issues were found."

Ouyang Qingcheng lazily let out a hum. "It seems she doesn't that stupid. However, even with the decree, I suspect the concubine in the harem won't let this go so easily. Today, Concubine Chen sent a doll; tomorrow, perhaps Consort Yu will bring something else."

Cailun chuckled knowingly. "Your Majesty, in this servant's humble opinion, no matter what they bring, accept it publicly but handle it discreetly afterward."

Ouyang Qingcheng kept his eyes closed, smiling faintly. "Not bad. That's exactly what I had in mind. Pass down the order accordingly."

Cailun bowed his head and quietly retreated.

Within an hour, almost all the imperial consorts learned of Ouyang Qingcheng's decree, and the inner palace erupted in unrest.

However, none of them could approach Yuanjiu, let alone cause any trouble.

Yuanjiu's safety was now under the strongest protection.

...

Two Years Later.

"Good morning, my darling."

In the early morning, Ouyang Qingcheng, as always, woke up Yuanjiu at the time he was supposed to prepare for court.

He smiled brightly at her and said, "Good morning."

Yuanjiu opened her clear, bright eyes and quietly looked at him.

Ouyang Qingcheng gazed back at her with a warm smile.

Since Yuanjiu was six months old, it had become his habit to wake her every morning.