The Savior is just a 3-Year-Old - Chapter 1024
Chapter 1024: His Poor Brother-in-law (1)
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Lulu ate a little too much for lunch.
The palace servants had originally prepared a small sedan chair, but Lulu was a little stuffed from eating and was unwilling to get on the sedan chair.
“I’ll go and digest my food. You guys can leave.” Lulu rubbed his stomach and burped, looking pleased.
The palace servants didn’t dare to disobey, but they also didn’t dare to go far.
He only followed her from ten steps away. If she was tired from walking, she could get on the sedan.
The sedan had a unique style, and it was obvious that it was for her exclusive use.
Lulu wandered around the palace for a while before she slowly made her way to the royal study.
Coincidentally, Jiang Huaian was waiting outside the royal study.
Jiang Huaian’s eyes widened when he saw his sister walking over in a sloppy manner.
Although he was on duty in the Emperor’s Palace, this was the first time he had seen his sister in the palace.
Before Jiang Huaian could get close, he saw Lulu take a small stove from the palace maid.
As soon as he got close, he could smell the fragrance of meat.
Ah, she came to the royal study to roast meat.
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That’s right, under the Empress Dowager’s advice, she brought some food for Jiangjiang.
No one knew their son better than their mother. Although she despised her son, she still sided with him in her heart.
“Lulu, why did you bring food to the royal study? The royal study is an important place for discussion. You can’t drink or eat inside.” Even His Majesty was drinking tea inside.
This grilled meat was filled with the stench of oil, and it would definitely cause the royal study to be filled with the smell of oil smoke.
Lulu looked at him in confusion. I even ate stinky tofu there when I was young.”
Jiang Huaian?
Jiang Huaian looked at her with a face full of doubt. Then, he saw the Emperor’s favorite, Eunuch Lu, running over to welcome her.
“Miss Lulu is here. Please come in. His Majesty heard that you entered the palace early in the morning and was waiting for you.”
“Someone come quickly. Go to the royal study and bring Miss Lulu’s refreshments. Prepare some sweet soup and send some of your favorite snacks.” Eunuch Lu personally took the furnace and invited Lulu in with a smile.
Jiang Huaian doubted life.
A few days ago, a new palace maid brought soup to the Emperor.
He happened to be on duty at the door and saw the palace maid being kicked out of the door by His Majesty.
How would he know that this was his future brother-in-law showing his loyalty to him?
Jiang Huaian looked up and saw the ruler of the world hurriedly getting off the dragon throne.
Then, he took the stove and let his sister sit on the dragon throne.
Eunuch Lu brought him a small stool and he sat beside his sister.
The Emperor’s body was slender, and he was almost curled up into a ball when he sat on the small stool. He was a little…
She looked so pitiful.
His sister was like a spoiled child, flipping through his table and pushing the memorial to the side with her oily hands.
There was a jade seal on the table for stamping.
She casually held the jade seal and smashed the small walnut that the imperial kitchen had brought over.
His Majesty even dug out some meat from the pile of walnuts and fed it to her.
The people in the royal study did not even bat an eyelid. It was as if she was already used to being domineering.
What surprised him even more was that the small stove was actually His Majesty roasting and she was eating?
Didn’t she just eat it?
Jiang Huaian had smelled the smell of roasted meat earlier.
The young Lord Jiang took a deep breath. He had not slept well since then.
He dreamed that his sister was bullied by His Majesty all day long. His sister dared to be angry in the deep palace but did not dare to say anything.
He even dreamed that his sister was washing the Emperor’s face and feet like a palace maid.
But at this moment…
He had a feeling that the one who dared to be angry but did not dare to speak up was that person.
That high and mighty one.