T/L: Lizzz

Lin Feilu was aware that she had lessons to learn from this experience. By combining her Green Tea Princess methods of the new era with the customs of the old era, she strived to evolve her Green Tea Princess methods to match the current era.

She had already solved the problem of starvation and lack of clothes, now it was time to tackle the crisis of survival.

Consort Mei was indeed intriguing. She was by far the most difficult boss she had encountered since entering the palace.

Although she still had no definite evidence to prove that the person behind the assassination tonight was Consort Mei, with her sharp instincts for people of her own kind, even if the assassination was not arranged by Consort Mei, she was definitely involved.

Based on how she directed all the hatred towards Xiao Lan with her words, Lin Feilu guessed that she might have some unknown old grievances with Xiao Lan.

In short, the difficulty of the game was escalating to an extremely challenging level, extra levels of precaution would need to be exercised.

While thoughts were running in her mind as she curled up in the bed, Emperor Lin had already ordered the servants to set up a bed right next to her, separated by a curtain. The chief eunuch Pengman who was standing next to Emperor Lin advised worriedly, “Your Majesty, this new bed is unstable. This servant can stand guard by the Fifth Princess while Your Majesty can sleep in the next room.”

Emperor Lin waved his hand dismissively, “No, Little Fifth Princess had been through a lot of fright tonight. I will accompany her.”

While talking, he walked over and sat down by her bedside. The little dumpling had hidden herself underneath the quilt. Only her little hands that were gripping onto the quilt tightly and half of her head peeked out from underneath the quilt, revealing a pair of dark eyes that stared back at him timidly. The corners of the adorable eyes were still red, as if she was trying hard to suppress her tears. It was beautiful yet heartbreaking.

Emperor Lin reached out to caress her messy head and coaxed, “Don’t be afraid Little Lu, Father is guarding you.”

She pushed herself up slightly, rubbing her small head against his palm, displaying her reliance on him. She opened her mouth to speak, but only managed a croak, which sounded even more pitiful.

Emperor Lin turned his head and asked, “Is the imperial physician here yet?”

“He was summoned, but the accompanying imperial physician lives in the camp outside. He will take some time to arrive. This servant estimates that he will be here soon.” Pengman reported.

As he spoke, the outside guards passed on the arrival of the imperial physician, who was permitted by Emperor Lin to enter.

The imperial physician looked as if he had rushed over hastily, carrying a medicine box. Hearing that the Fifth Princess was assassinated, he expected injuries and open wounds, and brought everything he could. After a glance, he was relieved to see that Lin Feilu had only hurt her throat.

In addition to the medicine to heal her throat, he had also prescribed some soothing and calming medication to aid the little princess from being overly frightened.

Emperor Lin passed on the order to decoct the medicine as soon as the prescription was made. By that time, it was already midnight. Pengman beseeched worriedly: “Your Majesty, let this servant stand guard here, please go and rest, there is still a full day of traveling tomorrow.”

Emperor Lin yawned; he was about to open his mouth to speak when his little dumpling got up from the bed and grabbed his arm with her two little hands, shaking it gently.

She could not speak, all she could force out was a squeak, “Father, go to sleep.”

Emperor Lin could not help laughing, he lifted his arm and in a swoop, the little dumpling was in his arms, “I am not sleepy. I will go to bed when my Fifth Princess finishes her medicine and falls asleep peacefully.”

The little dumpling gaped at him, seemingly touched, and plunged into his arms.

Emperor Lin simply could not resist his little daughter’s coquettish tactic, even his highly cultivated stone cold heart was softened.