Everyone Wants to Pamper the Lucky Daughter - Chapter 1197

Chapter 1197: Chapter 1188: Little Brother, Don’t Cry, Sister Will Get the Kite Down for You_1 Chapter 1197: Chapter 1188: Little Brother, Don’t Cry, Sister Will Get the Kite Down for You_1 Xuanyuan Qing, the Princess of Xijin?

She actually thought that the Bright Moon Pavilion was a brothel?

And she came here with her maid, dressed as a man to visit a brothel?!

In the VIP room on the second floor of Bright Moon Pavilion, with the windows wide open, Xu Wei stood by the window and heard the entire conversation between the master and servant, unable to resist the twitch of his lips.

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Bright Moon Pavilion, the most high-end and luxurious theater in the Capital of Liyang.

It was also the ideal place for noble ladies to indulge in the elegance of holding poetry appreciation gatherings and tea parties.

The noble ladies who came here to pass the time were all daughters of prominent and wealthy families.

Young scholars who admired these ladies would also come here under the guise of composing poems and tasting tea, secretly meeting with the beauties.

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Ming Xiang washed her face with clear water and scampered back to the second floor.

Xuanyuan Qing looked her up and down before disdainfully curling her lips.

“I look like this.”

Ming Xiang didn’t want to be driven out, so she straightened her back and defended herself: “Although I’m not as stunning and beautiful as the princess, I’m still pretty and pleasant, and I won’t embarrass the princess.”

“Alright, don’t waste any more time, let’s go have fun.” Xuanyuan Qing looked down from the second floor, her eyes itching to join the noble ladies as they played chess, enjoyed tea, and composed poems, their laughter never ceasing.

“Okay!”

Ming Xiang, satisfied with her wish, grinned goofily while rubbing the back of her head.

*
The master and servant arrived on the first floor and unsurprisingly received many cold stares.

The noble ladies of Fengqi Empire looked at the two bumpkins who had appeared out of nowhere and unceremoniously waved them away with a flick of their hands.

Xuanyuan Qing’s tender heart was a little hurt by this.

After a short while, she discarded her fan and stormed out through the back door with a huff.

“Princess.”

Ming Xiang tried her best to console her master: “The Temple Fair is happening soon on Lingshui West Street. Why don’t we go and check it out?”

Xuanyuan Qing sighed, “What’s there to see at a temple fair?”

Ming Xiang racked her brains and encouraged her: “The festivities in Fengqi are different from those in Xijin. There might be many fun and delicious things at the temple fair. Since we’ve come from so far away, it’d be such a waste not to try the local snacks.”

“Sigh.”

Xuanyuan Qing sighed quietly but couldn’t bear to disappoint her, reluctantly agreeing: “Alright, we’ll go to the temple fair as you wish.”

Ming Xiang was overjoyed: “Princess, the carriage is over there.”

Xuanyuan Qing wanted to clear her mind and shook her head with a smile: “No need for the carriage. Let’s just walk there.”

“Alright then.”

When the princess wasn’t paying attention, Ming Xiang secretly gestured to the coachman to follow them from behind.

Xuanyuan Qing pretended not to notice Ming Xiang’s little action and walked ahead.

*
The Temple Fair was bustling with people, crowded and lively.

The master and servant entered a small alley not far from the temple fair, where they suddenly heard a child crying in the distance.

“What’s going on?”

“Let’s go and see.”

They exchanged glances and ran forward without hesitation.

Under the withered and fallen leaves of a parasol tree at the entrance of the alley, a little boy, only three or four years old, clutching a kite reel in one hand and wailing with his tender voice.

“Little brother, what’s wrong?”

Master and servant approached and squatted down beside the little boy, looking at him with concern.

“I want my kite.”

The little boy lifted his head, pointing to the broken-string kite hanging on the tree branch, and continued to cry.

“Don’t cry, little brother. Sister will get your kite back for you.”

Xuanyuan Qing estimated the height, took a deep breath, and was about to climb the tree to retrieve the kite.

Ming Xiang’s face turned pale with fright as she hugged her, “Princess, don’t scare this servant. With your pitiful martial arts skills, if you fall from the tree, my life would be over.”