An Eight-year-old Princess

Chapter 1196 Snow

As the Spring Festival approached, the atmosphere in the palace became more festive. The lanterns

were replaced with bright red ones.

It was snowing outside, and the ground had already been covered with a thick layer.

Yun Shang huddled up in the hall, holding a thermos flask in her hands and wearing a thick cloak. She

looked out of the window and said, "I don't know when the snow will stop."

"It will take a while." Qian Zhuo answered and hurried to persuade her, "Your majesty, it's too cold.

You'd better close the window. It's not good if you catch a cold."

"It doesn't matter." Yun Shang smiled, "I feel much better than before. Maybe it's because I'm used to it,

or because I'm much healthier, I'm not afraid of the cold that much."

"It seems that you are much healthier. But you should pay more attention."

Then Qian Zhuo closed the window quickly, ignoring Yun Shang's opinion.

Yun Shang couldn't help laughing when she saw Qian Zhuo's action. "It seems that I'm too tolerant of

you. Now you're getting more and more disrespectful of me."

Qian Zhuo knew that Yun Shang was just joking with her, so she didn't take it seriously. She just

chuckled and said, "Of course I'll listen to your orders. But I know it's not good for your health, so I can't

spoil you anyway."

Spoil her?

Yun Shang looked down and chuckled.

"Mother! Mother! Come out and play with the snow! "

A crisp voice came from outside, and Qian Zhuo chuckled, "It's the crown prince."

Yun Shang smiled and looked at the sand clock on the bookshelf. "It's a little late than usual. I don't

know if he didn't practice hard today and was left by his father, or he forgot the time to play snow on the

road... "

Then she stood up and walked outside.

Qian Zhuo quickly took the rabbit fur neck warmer and followed her. "Your majesty, you'd better wear

the neck warmer. It's cold outside."

Yun Shang let her wear it for her before walking out of the hall.

As soon as she reached the main hall's door, she saw a snowball flying towards her.

Yun Shang reacted quickly and dodged. Then she heard the surprised voice of Chengye, "Mother, you

are awesome. You can even dodge it."

Yun Shang couldn't help laughing. She reached out and hugged Chengye, who was running towards

her, "You can play with snow, but you can't throw snowballs at others."

"What?" Chengye was confused, "How can we call it a snow battle if we don't throw snowballs at

others?"

Then he curled his lips and said, "Mother, father also threw the snowballs at me before, and asked

others to throw the snowballs at me. He also told me that if more than five of the ten snowballs hit me,

they would hit me again..."

As he spoke, he pulled his clothes and said, "The snowball hurt me so much. I think my body must be

blue."

She seemed to be about to take off her clothes and show it to Yun Shang.

Yun Shang held his hand which was about to take off his clothes and said, "Show it to mother later. It's

cold outside. You can't take off your clothes here."

"Well, let's go inside and I'll show mom."

Yun Shang was speechless. Yun Shang didn't know where his quick temper came from.

Chengye ran into the room quickly and pulled his clothes, but he couldn't pull them off, so he looked

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The servants hurried to help. When his clothes were taken off, Yun Shang did see all kinds of bruises

on him.

Yun Shang had thought that Chengye was just acting like a spoiled child. But when she saw these

bruises, her heart ached. She wanted to touch them, but she hesitated. "Does it hurt?"

"It hurts..." Chengye pouted, "It hurts so much, mother."

Yun Shang sighed, "How could your father do that?"

Then she turned around and ordered, "Go get some medicinal oil. I'll rub it for him."

Qian Zhuo fetched the medicinal oil in a hurry. Yun Shang pulled the restless Chengye back and said,

"I'll apply the medicine to you. You'll recover soon. It will hurt a little. Just bear it. "

"Oh..."

Yun Shang poured the medicinal oil and massage for him.

"Ah... It hurts! "

Yun Shang was taken aback. Looking at the tearful eyes of Chengye, she hurriedly said, "I'll be

gentler."

As he gently massaged his body, he muttered, "Your father is too reckless.You are just a little kid, not

like his tough secret guards or soldiers."

After that, Yun Shang asked the servants to put on his clothes.

As soon as it was done, Chengye began to move again. "Mother, I want to make snowmen outside."

Seeing that Allen had completely forgotten the pain, Yun Shang couldn't help laughing. "All right. Ask

the servants to make snowmen with you. But you can only make snowmen. You can't play the snow

battle with the servants. "

"Okay." Chengye replied and rushed out quickly.

Yun Shang walked to the door of the palace and saw that Chengye was commanding the servants to

make snowmen in high spirits. Her eyes were full of tenderness. "How fast he changed! He was crying

just now, but now he seems to have completely forgotten it."

"Children are all like this."

After playing outside for a while, Chengye was stopped by Yun Shang. "The snow is too cold. The

snowmen have been made. Go back and warm your hands with the thermos. It's better to take a hot

bath."

After the servants escorted him to the side hall, Yun Shang returned to her bedroom.

Not long after she sat down, she heard a servant outside reporting, "Your majesty, his majesty is here."

Then the greetings came one after another.

"I don't know the snow will last." Luo Qingyan entered the room, handed his cloak to a servant, and sat

down opposite Yun Shang.

Yun Shang looked up at him, but said nothing.

Luo Qingyan raised his eyebrows, "What did Shang'er do in the palace today?"

"Nothing."

His tone

Luo Qingyan was confused, "What's wrong? What happened? Why do you suddenly get angry with

me? "

Yun Shang snorted, "How dare I be angry with you, your majesty? Your majesty, you are so powerful.

Chengye is just a child. How could you hit him so hard. I know you want to train him, but do you have to

hurt him all over? "

"I hit him too hard?" Luo Qingyan couldn't help laughing, but he had roughly guessed the whole story.

"The kid always pretends to be pitiful in front of you. It was him who insists on fighting the snow battle

with others and ask them to hit the snowball hard. He played quite happily. How could it be my fault?"