Chapter 83: The Birthday Storm in the Imperial Palace (Part One)

  Just then, a gloomy voice suddenly came from behind him——

  "Yue Er - this is something you planned, isn't it!"

  "Uh, Yan Jie, I was wrong, it wasn't for your own good!" I said with a shrug.

  Qier also stood out and spoke for me: "Yes, Empress Dowager. Yue'er sister did this to help you discipline the Emperor."

  "Lesson learned. You can take him elsewhere and beat him up, that's also a lesson. Please don't let me see him again, seeing him makes me want to vomit!" Lin Xuan Yan glared at us with a look of extreme disappointment.

  I weakly said: "Those who hit the emperor will go to jail."

  "Say it again?"

  I can already feel the killing intent all around me, immediately falling silent. Shaking head repeatedly.

  Lin Xuan's face sank as she patted Qi'er's shoulder: "Qi'er, you also know that the empress dowager doesn't like to see your father, don't be so reckless next time."

  "I don't know how to start."

  "This is right. The sky is also late, hurry back. Li Guifei is afraid of waiting anxiously."

  "Excuse me, I'm leaving."

  "Yan Jie..." I asked tentatively, "Are you mad at me?"

  Yan Linxuan turned her head and said: "How dare I get angry with you? Otherwise, what if you retaliate against me, how can I defend myself?"

  "I knew Sister Yan was the best to me."

  "Alright, alright, let's hurry up and make the teddy bear. The day after tomorrow is Lian'er's birthday. By the way, I don't plan on making a big deal about Lian'er's birthday. We can just go to Xue Palace for a meal then. You can arrange the dishes."

  "Don't worry about it!" I gave her a confident glance.

  ……

  The day passed quickly and soon it was Lian'er's birthday.

  Lin Xiangyan had previously reported to Empress Dowager and she also agreed.

  As for the dishes I prepared... no need to think about it, just buy them directly from Yaxianju.

  At the dinner table, Ling'er and Qi'er were frolicking. Lin Xiangyan pulled me aside and whispered, "Hey, you did a great job. How did you get the imperial kitchen staff to make Western food?"

  "Uh, yeah, just wrap it up..." I said with a guilty conscience.

  "Oh~~~~So someone's slacking off! Just you wait and see how I'll teach you a lesson!" Lin Xuan said, pouncing on him.

  "Spare Sister Yan's life!" I shouted loudly and jumped back immediately.

  At this time, Ling'er jumped down from the chair and bounced to Lin Xiangyan's side: "Mother, where is my birthday gift?"

  "Li'ér is so impatient! Alright, let's go to the inner palace with Mother." After saying that, she pulled Li'ér towards the inner palace. Qi'er was about to follow when I grabbed her: "Does your sister get a share of the birthday gifts? Just watch and envy later!"

  As expected, a moment later, a shout came from inside the palace: "Wow! Empress Dowager, what a big puppet!"

  Plushie... A masterpiece of pollution.

  Then Qi'er saw a giant Teddy bear walking out of the inner hall. The Empress Dowager was still holding the Teddy bear's hand. She asked stupidly: "Empress Dowager, where is Ling'er?"

  At this time, a slightly out-of-tune voice came from behind Teddy's back: "Brother, I'm here!"

  Qī ér rushed over. All she saw was Liang'er trying her best to hug a Teddy bear twice as big as herself, but she couldn't wrap her arms around its waist no matter what.

  "This is so big?" Qi'er was taken aback a little.

  "Is Ling'er happy? This was made by her mother's own hands." Lin Xuan Yan bent down and smiled at Ling'er.

  "Delighted, delighted, Liang'er is of course delighted. From now on, when Liang'er sleeps at night holding the cloth doll, it's just like sleeping with her mother." Liang'er smiled until her eyes narrowed into a slit, and her cheeks showed shallow dimples.

  Qī ér was unhappy and said in a huff: "Why is it that on my birthday, Mother Empress never gives me anything made by her own hands? It's clear that she favors girls over boys."

  Lin Xuan's face was slightly better after hearing this, and he comforted his precious son again: "Qier, next time on your birthday, Mom will make one for you too, okay?"

  "That's right!"

  I couldn't help but shake my head: being a mother is really painful! This flattery and sycophancy still needs to be used on one's own sons and daughters.

  A harmonious scene is always disturbed by discordant voices. For example, right now, a voice came from the temple gate: "The imperial sister-in-law is really lively here."