R.O.T.R.P.

13

After hearing Gong Yi's threat, Xu Momo sneered in disdain. Entering the cold palace is tantamount to imprisonment for life; it won't be possible for them to see another person for an entire lifetime. Even if those abandoned royalty were disrespected and oppressed, no one would be held accountable.

Xu Momo glared at the small figure of Gong Yi, her eyes were filled with deep coldness. "You are quite an arrogant Princess! It's a pity that you're not scared! You just knocked down the courtyard door. How will you take responsibility for this damage?

If Yi Mo were an ordinary child, she would easily be frightened by the woman's terrible appearance. But who was Gong Yi Mo? She stood there smiling confidently as she stared directly into Xu Momo's eyes.

"Oh? Aren't you afraid that I could change my fortunes one day?" The little girl was obviously very immature, yet her manners were impeccable and carried an intimidating aura. It was a Princess' bearing.

Xu Momo still did not speak and Gong Yi laughed provokingly. "I am a Princess of the a conquering Dynasty; a kingdom with great military ambitions. My father has dominion over many small countries. As the emperor, he still has not abolished my position as Princess. Who knows if in the future, he finds a suitable marriage partner for me in a foreign kingdom?"

She smiled even sweeter, "If Father Emperor was informed that I perished in the cold palace because of starvation, I wonder who will take responsibility?"

Princess Gong's words caused the servants in the court to turn pale, especially those who once served her personally. They thought that they could treat her the same way they neglected concubine Zhou and Prince Jue, however they failed to consider that she could make a comeback in the future.

After all, if the emperor decides to send a princess for a political marriage, most likely none of the harem's princesses would volunteer. Logically speaking, the abandoned Princess would be the most suitable choice

Xu Momo's expression suddenly changed, and she put on a pleased smile.

"What is the princess talking about, who were those servants that dared to disrespect you? Forgive me princess, it seems that they may have avoided you due to rumors of your infectious illness. Now that you are healthy and well, I will naturally ensure that they serve you well. They won't be idle."

After that, Gong Yi turned to look at Xin'er. The two reached a silent agreement and Yi Mo gave the girl an encouraging smile.

Xin'er glanced back at Xu Momo and boldly said, "Then start preparing the meals, but please hurry it up. The princess is hungry and it's offensive to make her wait!"

After Xin'er displayed a sweet smile, the girl left and joined Gong Yi on the way back. Xu Mom stared at their backs gloomily; she's never been so full of anger and resignation.

"That girl has become the scourge of a thousand years! I didn't expect her to grow into such a thorn after leaving her in a sickbed for four years. In the future, all of you must report any abnormalities about her. Understand! Don't be idle in the future and make sure to all your reports to me on time!"

Her threatening commands caused the cold palace servants to hastily nod their heads. They just wanted to quickly escape this room.

Soon after Gong Yi Mo's visit, there were three dishes and one serving of soup sent by the palace. Although the food was cold, it was much better than leftovers. Yi Mo took the lunch boxes and went past the wall to join Gong Jue. There they discussed the earlier events over their shared meal.

Gong Jue poked the rice with his chopsticks, then looked over to Gong Yi, "Why did you try to reason with them? You should have directly exposed their sinister faces instead; if they won't agree to you, just use force to conquer them!"

Gong Yi choked on a mouthful of soup and almost spurted it out. She never thought the child had already formed such an idea when he was so young. She knocked the boy's head with her chopsticks and he stared back at her in disbelief!

"Why should we flaunt our strength? Now while we are still small, we must be low-key! You hear me? Low-key!" she exclaimed as she rolled her eyes. Suddenly she lowered her voice and whispered like a thief, "prematurely exposing our cards will bring no advantage. What we need to do is to inconspicuously stand on the side while getting rid of the roots! Do you understand?"

Gong Jue bowed his head in wors.h.i.+p. "Yes sister!" Sister Gong is very powerful; those people aren't a threat at all. When he grows up, he will inevitably get rid of those sc.u.m behind the scenes!

The more he thought of his own skills though, the weaker he felt. Gong Jue resolutely looked to Yi Mo and said, "Sister Gong, I want to learn martial arts!"

This request made Gong Yi Mo somewhat hesitant.

In the past, her life came to an end because the Regent's martial arts were far better than hers. Therefore, Gong Yi was deeply afraid; after all, Gong Jue had a natural talent for martial arts. This left her heart a bit uneasy.

Little Gong Jue was unaware of his sister's inner conflict. Wanting to be more convincing, he directly tugged at Gong Yi's sleeves and whined, "Sister Gong....please teach me, I'm not afraid to endure hards.h.i.+ps. After I master martial arts, I won't let anyone else harm you again!"

Gong Yi stared seriously at Little Jue. She reached out and touched the little boy's head......The child in front of her was clearly the only one who trusted her. If so, their feelings could change in the future and they could support each other.

"Okay, I'll teach you."

Gong Jue leapt with joy! Watching him finally have the splendid appearance of a six-year-old child, Gong Yi Mo smiled. Her young face beamed with confidence, "I not only will become your martial arts master, I will also teach you geography, astronomy, and most importantly, how to obtain supreme imperial power!"

Her slow words not only stunned Xin'er, even Gong Jue's little face became serious.

Gong Yi Mo gazed at the child in front of her, and spoke with a gentle and tender voice, "If you want to have it, Sister Gong will give it to you. Now I only ask for one thing in return."

Although she was so gentle, Gong Jue felt this was the most serious she has been.

"Can you be responsible for me in the future?"

Gong Yi suddenly smiled to herself mockingly, feeling that it was somewhat naive to ask this of a child who was only six years old.

Who would have thought the Gong Jue maintained a serious expression; he solemnly looked to Gong Yi Mo, his eyes flas.h.i.+ng with emotion. After a moment of silence, he firmly and slowly declared,

"I Jue surnamed Gong, in the name of my ancestors to the third generation and to my seed to the ninth generation, will hereby vow! In this life I will never do anything to hurt Gong Yi Mo. If I violate this statement, I shall be extinguished and my soul will not enter the ancestral temple after death."

His tender voice reverberated through the empty cold Autumn garden. Just as the sound drifted into the sky, the heavens which were overcast happened to opened up to reveal the sun. Golden light shone. It fell through the window and rested upon Gong Jue. The light seemed to have formed a halo about him. His entire personage seemed to glow.

Gong Yi Mo was stunned as she stared at Gong Jue with wide eyes. She really didn't expect that this little boy would say such a thing; the shock to her heart couldn't be any greater.

Yi Mo excitedly patted his shoulder and said enthusiastically, "Well, from now on you have a place by my side. I'll be your sister and you'll be my brother. In the future we will face our joys and hards.h.i.+ps together!"

Seeing that his sister's small face was flushed with happiness, Little Jue's mood was also very cheerful. In such a desolate cold garden, the two little people, like adults, made a vow to one another; they had a bright hope for the future.

This profound memory was engrained in Xin'er's mind. She suddenly felt that following these two master was not so bad.

Three years pa.s.sed, and presently Gong Yi Mo is 10 years old while Gong Jue is 9 years old.