1.12 Servant of the Cold Palace (12)

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Feng Mian carried little Junli around the room, pointing at various objects and items she thought would amuse the young child.

"Look Junli, a bird!" Junli gaggled, his hands clumsily reaching in the bird's direction.

The bird, who had been disturbed by the noise, flapped its' wings and flew away briskly.

Half an hour ago, Nurse Lu had brought in the Fifth Prince who was sobbing and shedding silent tears. Nurse Lu thought that it may have been the unfamiliar environment that had made him agitated, so she brought in some familiar toys he usually plays with but Tian Junli was inconsolable.

Hence Feng Mian took the young prince with her, and under the boggling eyes of Wet Nurse Lu, she performed a series of aeroplane moves on the toddler.

"Boosh! Boosh! Junli, fly high!"

She manoeuvred him like how one would manoeuvre a steering wheel, flipping him 180 degrees; up, down, left, right, upside down, and round the bends.

Nurse Lu, for the first time since they've met, dared to open her mouth and reprimand the head maid for the rough play. "Ah! You can't do that Miss Wan Mei! You might drop His Highness!"

Concubine Zhou stood in place as she saw the scene of her maid playing around with her child. Since he had been born, it was the first time she had visited him and as soon as she laid eyes on him there was a recognition of a mother and son connection. A wave of maternal feelings washed over her.

"Let me see him." Concubine Zhou held out both her hands to receive the toddler. She was a bit clumsy at first, but eventually got him into the proper holding position with Feng Mian's help.

Concubine Zhou made a bout of cooing noises. "You've grown big."

The softness of his palm wrapped around her finger and the feeling transferred to her heart. One by one, she plucked off her nail guards as to prevent him from pricking his dainty fingers.

She felt like she couldn't look at him enough.

"Let's go take a walk in the garden." Concubine Zhou proceeded to carry Tian Junli out.

Feng Mian took on her assigned duty and held the parasol up for Concubine Zhou. It wasn't particularly sunny outside, and the weather was just nice for a walk outside with the breeze carrying the fragrance of flowers. The whole of Concubine Zhou's entourage was enveloped in a good mood.

"Wan Mei, it'll be the Qixi festival in one week." Concubine Zhou ushered the rest of the servants to stay further away, out of hearing's range.

She whispered, "His Highness Prince Tian Yu will be leaving the day after that. Bengong.... wishes to see him before he goes. Can bengong count on your help to leave the palace?"

Wan Mei knitted her brows. "Won't the emperor find out?"

Concubine Zhou shook her head. "He'll be busy overseeing the drought in Guangzhou Province. It's the last time that I'll be able to see Prince Tian Yu." She held Feng Mian's hand.

"Can you offer this favour to bengong this once?"

Feng Mian wavered for a bit before nodding her head. "I'll see what I can do."

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Feng Mian held unto the two tallies in her hands.

She had asked Eunuch Zheng for leave to celebrate the Qixi festival with some of her peers.

"Head Eunuch Zheng, my niangniang says I could have the day off for Qixi."

"Oh? You're going somewhere?"

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