Chapter 559 - 559 Accompanying the Little Crybaby, You Guys Can Play
559 Accompanying the Little Crybaby, You Guys Can Play
However, before she could walk out of the main hall…
A maidservant approached with a gift box.
“Your Highness, so you’re here.”
Gu Nuo’er looked up at the unfamiliar maidservant in front of her.
“Older sister, who are you? I don’t know you.”
The maidservant was wearing pink clothes and smiled kindly.
“Your Highness, this servant is a maidservant in charge of cleaning in the Grand Preceptor Manor. As it is the Grand Preceptor’s birthday, this servant and a few other servants have prepared a gift for the Grand Preceptor and plan to give it to him.”
As she spoke, the maidservant looked troubled. “However, our words won’t carry much weight and we’re afraid that it would seem rude to give a gift. Moreover, seeing that the Grand Preceptor likes Your Highness so much, we want to ask Your Highness to help us pa.s.s the gift over.”
Gu Nuo’er’s watery eyes were glistening.
She looked fixedly at the maidservant in front of her.
This maidservant had thin eyebrows and eyes, looking like she had a bitter life.
The child didn’t say anything for a moment, making the maidservant panic a little.
She heard that Her Highness had always been smarter than others. Could it be that… she had seen through something?
Unexpectedly, in the next second, Gu Nuo’er reached out her small hand. “Alright, leave it to me. However, old sister, I have to remind you that your face looks dark. You might be unlucky recently.”
She blinked. “The kind that will cause you to lose your life.”
The maidservant trembled.
Gu Nuo’er’s black eyes were clear, but it actually made the maidservant feel a chill on her back.
How could a five-year-old child give off so much pressure?
The maidservant thought of how she had come with ill intentions, to begin with, and that Her Highness had probably discovered something.
However, on second thought, the princess was still so young and might not notice it.
Moreover, there was only a painting in the box.
The maidservant calmed down and treated it as a child spouting nonsense.
“Thank you for your guidance, Your Highness. This servant will definitely be careful.”
After saying that, she bowed and left.
Gu Nuo’er didn’t stop her and watched her leave with a smile.
After walking far away, the maidservant’s heart was still pounding.
She recalled Her Highness’s dark eyes that were like pearls with a l.u.s.ter as if there were vortexes.
She tried to comfort herself. “Children’s words carry no harm. There’s no need to take them seriously!”
After the maidservant left, Gu Nuo’er carried the box and left without hesitation.
The brocade box was long and the child found it a little strenuous to carry it with both hands.
When she pa.s.sed by a lively main hall, the child stopped in her tracks.
Inside, the n.o.ble young masters were playing backgammon loudly.
She wondered how Ye Siming had conquered this group of people.
At this moment, they let him sit in the middle and surrounded him as they played.
Gu Nuo’er tiptoed and looked inside.
She called out, “Elder Brother Siming~”
Gu Nuo’er’s voice wasn’t loud and was completely blocked by the cheers in the hall.
However, Ye Siming’s ears twitched slightly and he heard it in an instant.
He immediately stood up and looked out.
When everyone saw this, they quickly made way and looked towards the door curiously.
The little princess was wearing a delicate red dress and her fair and round face was frowning slightly because she was trying hard to hold onto the box.
Ye Siming got up and walked out. He bent down and pulled her into his arms.
He raised his eyebrows. “Why are you alone? Where’s His Highness?”
Gu Nuo’er shook her head and lowered her childish voice. “Elder Brother Siming, I can’t carry the box. Bring me to Grand Preceptor grandpa!”
Ye Siming nodded and was about to leave.
Everyone in the hall quickly asked, “Marquis, are you not playing anymore?”
Ye Siming glanced sideways, his eyes unruly as he replied casually, “I’m accompanying the little crybaby. You guys can play.”
Gu Nuo’er pouted and argued. “I don’t like to cry!”