The Female Lead She Really Is Not Sweet

Following Qi Qi's instructions, Chacha walked around the palace circle after circle on her short legs, carrying sweet-scented osmanthus cake, wound medicine, and gauze.

After walking for a long time, I finally arrived at the destination.

Panting for breath, she looked at the dilapidated courtyard, and it was hard to imagine that there would be such a dilapidated place in the imperial palace.

Worse than the cold palace.

It was broken and cold, and a gust of wind blew by, making the surroundings even more eerie and cold.

"Is this where Ye Zhu lives?"

【right. 】

"Anyway, he is also the prince of a country, so it's so miserable?"

[Don't panic, there are worse things, go in quickly! 】

Chacha, "..." Is this a human language?

She stood at the door, panting for a long time before stepping in.

The original owner's body was weak and would fall down when the wind blows. She never expected that after she wore it, she couldn't change this state.

She took a few steps inside, and took a look at the empty surroundings by the way.

There is only one bed and one lame table in the temple.

There are also a few broken bowls.

Not even a quilt.

Although the weather is not yet winter, it is already chilly.

Chacha shivered and shivered, and glanced at the window, oh, the window was also broken, and the cold wind came in.

There is basically no difference with the open air.

Although the original owner was not favored and had been bullied by others, he was well fed and clothed anyway.

In such a comparison, the original owner lived a fairy-like life.

In a trance.

Chacha smelled a bloody smell.

She frowned, Ye Zhu was injured?

Following the smell of blood, she walked towards a corner.

Sure enough, he saw Ye Zhu who was trembling.

"Ye Zhu?" She called out softly, as if she was afraid of scaring him, but it sounded completely harmless.

Ye Zhu in the corner was wearing a tattered dress, which could be vaguely seen that the fabric was not bad.

But it was clearly scratched or torn on purpose.

His face was covered with bruises and several scabs.

Chacha tilted her head, subconsciously glanced at him again, obviously there was a bloody smell, there must be other wounds on his body.

She stretched out her little hand, trying to pull the man out of the corner.

It was dimly lit here, and she couldn't see clearly.

Unexpectedly, as soon as the little hand stretched out, there was a slap, and the white and tender little hand was slapped.

The little girl was dumbfounded.

He stared blankly at Ye Zhu shrunk into a ball.

Looking at his little hand that was shot red, he was suddenly at a loss.

Talk to a child?

Should she coax him?

Or should he be dragged out and drugged forcibly?

[Chacha, he has been hurt a lot, so you have to be gentle, if you are not gentle, you will scare him away, read after me: gentle. 】

"...Okay."

I will be gentle.

The little girl blinked, and her watery eyes looked at Ye Zhu softly.

A naive look of ignorance of the world.

Even speaking became softer.

"Why did you hit me, I just want to see your wound."

Qiqi, [……] Is this really gentle?

This is malicious cuteness...

Forget it, you are cute, you can do everything right.

a long time.

Ye Zhu raised his head slowly.

The long and narrow phoenix eyes were full of vigilance looking at the dumpling that appeared in front of him.

Small, weak and soft, with big round eyes that are distinct in black and white, and a small face that is white and tender, like a porcelain doll, it really looks harmless.

But in this palace, what everyone is best at is disguising.

He ignored her.

Burying his head between his legs, he trembled even more.

Chacha, "..." You have to believe me, I, I'm really not a bad person.