The Emperor was a man of his word. When Lin Feilu fell asleep after drinking the medicine, he finally went to rest. Who could enter the Emperor’s bedchamber? Let alone an assassin, even a mosquito could not fly in. Without a single worry, and with the aid of the calming medicine, Lin Feilu soon fell asleep.

The next morning, the sound of carriages and decampment from the outside filled the room.

When Lin Feilu opened her eyes, Emperor Lin had already finished washing and dressing with the service of the servants. In fact, it was not easy to be an emperor. There was a quote in a documentary she used to watch that said “the courtiers await in the coldness of the fifth watch of the night”, which meant that the courtiers would wait for the emperor outside of the palace in the fifth watch of the night for meetings.

The fifth watch was around five o’clock in the morning, which meant that the emperor would have to get up at about four o’clock in the morning, which was harder than the third-year highschooler.

While people woke up at four o’clock in the morning for the sunrise view in Los Angeles, the Emperor had to wake up at four o’clock in the morning everyday for the view of his palace.

Lin Feilu began to admire these emperors now.

She would not have wanted the throne even if it was handed to her if she was going to be stuck in the palace.

She would pick sleep over the throne any time, any day.

Emperor Lin turned around and smiled at her wandering jetblack eyes. “Little Fifth Princess is awake.” He instructed the servant next to him, “Help the Fifth Princess to get up.”

Lin Feilu saw Song Yu waiting by her side. Her eyes were red from not having slept all night, but she was still smiling at her as usual.

As Lin Feilu looked at her lifesaver, she could not help but think of her brother, and the royal guard who she made an earlier promise with. She had an epiphany that the lives in the harem were destined to be ill fated.

They set out when the convoy was assembled. This time, Lin Feilu did not return to her own carriage, but was brought to the imperial carriage by Emperor Lin.

If Crown Prince Lin Qing’s carriage yesterday was equivalent to a BMW, then the one Emperor Lin had was an extended version of a Lincoln.

Just yesterday she was feeling sorry for the emperor’s difficulty in traveling, but today she was proven wrong.

Sure enough, the emperor would not treat himself badly.

As the entourage was on the road, the guard who had investigated all night greeted them with a fruitless report. Lin Feilu was not surprised by this result but Emperor Lin was extremely displeased and ordered him to continue the investigation.

Lin Feilu’s haad regained a bit of her voice after two bowls of medicines and a night’s rest. Pushing herself up from the cushion with her hands and feet, she gently shook Emperor Lin’s arm, “Father, don’t be angry.”

She discovered that Emperor Lin, like Lin Jingyuan, liked to be treated in a coquettish manner. The anger on his face disappeared when she gently coaxed him. He laughed as he carried her on to his lap, touching the little buns on her head, and sighed. “I’m not angry. I just wanted to give Little Lu an explanation.”

The little dumpling blinked and replied softly, “Little Lu doesn’t want an explanation.”

Emperor Lin raised an eyebrow and smiled and asked, “Then what do you want?”

She stretched out her little finger and pointed at the cakes on the table next to her, and said embarrassedly, “I want that.”

Emperor Lin laughed and scratched the tip of her dainty nose, “You little greedy cat.”