Quick Transmigration: The Foolish Beauty Saves the World

Chapter 128 The Useless Prince's Power Seizure (6)

The child glanced at Jingli, but couldn't detect anything amiss in his expression, and loosened his grip on the knife.

"This is not a place for you. Go back the way you came."

Jingli shook her head rapidly, like a rattle-drum.

"No, I'm scared."

The child frowned: "What's so scary about that?"

Jingli insisted, "I'm just scared. It's so dark and cramped here. It was already a huge struggle for me to get in! There's absolutely no way I'll get out of here again!"

The child wanted to say something more, but in the end he simply sheathed his knife and muttered, "Whatever."

Seeing that the other person was about to leave, Jingli immediately stepped on the other person's shadow and chased after them.

What are you doing following me?!

The child, like a young animal whose tail had been stepped on, bared its teeth at Jingli.

Jingli put on a pitiful look: "I don't know anyone. Please take me out of here, except for this cave."

The child felt he couldn't reason with the beautiful girl in front of him, gritted his teeth, stomped his foot, and was about to run away.

But how could he outrun Jingli, who had the added benefit of talismans?

The child felt as if the person behind him was a ghost, impossible to shake off. Finally, he helplessly stopped behind a large tree, pulled out the dagger once more, and pointed the tip at Jingli:

"I'm warning you, don't follow me anymore!"

"Why?" Jingli persisted. "We can be friends."

As he spoke, he pitifully rubbed his large sleeves: "I don't even have a single friend in this palace..."

The child's expression softened slightly. He struggled for a moment, but still did not retract his hand holding the knife.

“I can be your friend, but you must stop following me,” he said seriously. “Someone like you will definitely come looking for you, and if they find out I’m with you, you’ll get me killed.”

The word "death" is extremely serious for a child of this age, but the child in front of me spoke of it so casually, as if the word, or the event, had passed through his mind countless times.

Jingli didn't approach any further, but instead looked at the other person with her tear-filled eyes, appearing pitiful: "Then, can we exchange names?"

To show her sincerity, Jingli quickly added, "You can call me Xiaoyu."

The child's expression changed noticeably, a change that was brief but still captured by Jingli.

He sighed.

"Xiao An, you can call me Xiao An."

Jingli nodded.

"Xiao An, can I come visit you to play from now on?"

Xiao An shook her head seriously: "You can't come here anymore. This isn't a place for you."

But seeing Jingli's downturned lips, he finally relented.

"You can draw a mark on the edge of that hole that only the two of us will know. As long as I see it, I will try to find you outside."

Jingli nodded like a chick pecking at rice, then immediately found a tree branch and drew a symbol on the muddy ground next to the tree.

"I'll draw this, then you come out."

He used just the right amount of command in his tone, which didn't come across as arrogant, but rather as charmingly naive.

Xiao An shook her head, looked at the symbols drawn in the scene, and asked, "What does this mean?"

The character "yuan" is written in pinyin in the scene.

“These two are fish.” He drew a line under the first “yu” with a twig, and then the line continued to the second “an”. “These two together make an.”

He smugly put away the branches: "It was our idea."

Xiao An used a knife to trace the characters twice on a nearby tree trunk, then pouted and said, "I've never seen these characters before."

Jingli squinted and shook her head.

Because of this movement, his somewhat disheveled hair swayed a couple of times, which, combined with his dirty face from crawling through the hole, made him look rather comical.

Xiao An looked at his chubby little face and rubbed her eyebrows helplessly.

Xiao An wondered which foolish young master had come to this group of servants. Unlike the arrogant nobles Xiao An had seen before, this young master seemed to genuinely want to be friends with her.

But Xiao An knew in her heart that people like herself were always like the mud on that gorgeous robe; at best, it would be brushed off, and at worst, it would be burned to ashes along with the robe.

People like them walk a tightrope every step of the way, never letting their guard down.

"You go first."

Xiao An wrapped the knife up and hid it in her underwear.

"Wait a moment!"

Jingli called him to a stop, rummaged through her belongings, and stuffed them all into his hands.

"This is a gift for us, you're welcome."

After saying that, Jingli didn't wait for his reply and ran off to the side on her own.

Xiao An stared blankly at the things in her hands—a pastry wrapped in oil paper, a small sachet with gold thread, and a string of jingling pendants.

For Xiao An, these items were not ordinary; if he exchanged them for something else, they could ensure him a comfortable life for several months.

He frowned, intending to return the item, but when he looked up, the white figure with red stripes had vanished without a trace.

He tucked the items into his robes, thinking that if what the young nobleman had just said was true, he would surely come again.

He flipped his hand over, revealing the back of the small sachet to Xiao An.

—Jingli.

Xiao An's pupils dilated slightly, and he almost crushed the sachet in his hand.

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On the other side, Jingli left Xiao An and, relying on the speed talisman, quickly ran around the slave population. He then used the system to scan everything within his sight, so that he could analyze it with 6058 when he got back.

After doing all this, Jingli slipped back into the small hole she had just crawled into, made sure no one was around, and then stuck her butt out again.

If Xiao An were here, he would find that he was incredibly agile, unlike what he had previously described as being afraid.

Jingli tidied up his appearance, but this tidying up did not make him look neater; instead, it made him look like he had escaped from a trap.

Jingli released his energy and sensed the surroundings, easily dodging the palace servants who came looking for him. He returned to the fence outside the slaves' quarters, composed himself for a moment, and then burst into tears.

"Oh dear, Your Highness!" The eunuch's strange voice came from afar, "How did things get like this! If the Empress finds out, she will surely blame me!"

His tone was exaggerated, and it was hard to tell how much of it was genuine. But his actions were undeniably gentle. He helped Jingli up, carefully removed the weeds from his clothes, and then took out a clean silk handkerchief to gently wipe away Jingli's tears.

"Your Highness, let me see if you are injured."

Jingli felt a little embarrassed by his attention, but he still had to grit his teeth and continue acting. He pointed to the fence next to him with his little finger:

"What is this place behind? Even I, the Prince, am not allowed to enter! I even slipped and fell over this broken piece of wood! It hurts so much!"

"Oh dear, those behind are where demons and monsters are imprisoned. It's only because our prince is so blessed that we can't get in. Demons and monsters will all have to go around you when they see you."

"Hmph, what's so great about demons and monsters!" Jing Li kicked the fence hard, dusted himself off, and said, "Let's go, I don't care about this place."

"okay!"

The young eunuch beamed with joy. He took some drinking water from a palace maid who had rushed over, dampened a handkerchief, and wiped Jingli's face repeatedly. Then he opened his umbrella, fanned himself, and whispered to Jingli:

"You must not tell Her Majesty about what happened today, or you will be in for a scolding."

Jingli shrank back, looking fearful: "I'm not afraid of Mother's scolding, I'm just afraid of making her worry, so I won't tell her."

The young eunuch breathed a sigh of relief, then beckoned a palace maid to pick up Jingli and carry her through the woods outside the slave quarters, leaving the area.

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(So ​​many typos in the last chapter! I was sick and traveling, so the quality dropped a bit. I'll start revising next week!)